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Chapter 2784: Sishen 3

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Lugu's intentions were clear to him, but now the situation was urgent, and he had to find every possible way to unite all the forces he could.

This Sishen, if he could "win over" or "ally" with them, even if it was merely to coexist in "mutual non-aggression," would be a significant help.

In that case, he could "command" the two late-stage Golden Core generals of the Shugu, holding the forces of two Shugu main departments.

Although this idea was somewhat idealistic, the process would certainly be fraught with difficulties and extremely risky.

But in this world, risk and reward always go hand in hand.

Without taking risks, expecting gains is nearly impossible.

He had the leverage to negotiate with Sishen.

Mo Hua's gaze was steady and deep.

...

With Mo Hua's decision, the matter was settled.

Neither Dan Zhu nor Chi Feng had anything further to say.

Lugu readily agreed.

Everyone then changed their course westward, heading toward Sibone Tribe's direction.

Due to the treacherous route, the spread of famine, and occasional tribal provocations, they stumbled for two days before reaching the valley where Sibone Tribe was located.

Upon entering the valley, they were greeted by low shrubs, a mix of brown and green.

The forest was not wilted.

There was even the roar of monster beasts.

This scene, under normal circumstances, might be described as "desolate."

But amidst the spreading famine, it could almost be described as "thriving."

Not only did Lugu's gaze show delight.

Even Dan Zhu, Chi Feng, and others, accustomed to the withered land and starved corpses, found the sight before them somewhat refreshing.

Walking through such a "lush" valley, seemingly untouched by the miasma of famine, their steps unknowingly became lighter.

Mo Hua too gradually relaxed a bit.

But after walking another ten miles, Mo Hua's face gradually changed.

Yet, he said nothing.

As they continued to move forward, the initially relaxed and confident Lugu also sensed something amiss, and his expression grew solemn.

After a while, everyone noticed the anomaly.

It was too quiet...

Clearly, the valley was "thriving," with even the cries of monster beasts, yet there was no sound of "humans."

When they reached the valley's entrance and looked towards Sibone Tribe's gates, everyone's hearts sank.

They couldn't see the miasma of famine.

But after the famine's death, the rotten blood qi mixed with the mountain's miasma, forming a red-yellow mist, which they could see.

The valley entrance was shrouded in the miasma of famine.

Inside the valley, the entire Sibone Tribe, with its tall, peculiar barbarian tents and towers, was "soaked" in the thick miasma.

Outside the valley, unaffected by the famine.

But the entire valley had been completely swallowed by the famine.

Even, having been devoured for unknown duration, some tent roofs and statue edges had drops of pungent blood dew formed from congealed blood water, dripping down.

There was nothing else.

The air was eerily silent.

This is...

Everyone exchanged glances, their faces pale.

Lugu stepped forward, shocked and chilled in heart, then activated his Golden Core power, channeling it into his Dantian, and loudly called out:

"Brother!"

"Sishen?!"

"Where are the people? Where did they all die?"

As a late Golden Core stage, his blood qi was immense, and these calls were as fierce as a tiger's roar, echoing throughout the mountains and forests for a long time.

But no one replied.

All around remained eerily silent.

Lugu thought for a moment, his gaze fierce, then casually pointed to several Shugu barbarian soldiers, saying, "You, go in and see if there's anyone inside."

Mo Hua's gaze sank, saying, "Don't go."

These Shugu soldiers didn't want to go; they looked at Mo Hua, then fearfully at Lugu.

Lugu's gaze was savage: "Is he the general or am I the general?"

Mo Hua wasn't a "shaman" of the Shugu Department, unable to command Lugu.

These soldiers, intimidated by Lugu's might, could only brace themselves and walk into the valley filled with thick miasma.

Upon contact with the miasma, they felt a strange sensation; their faces turned unsightly, their eyes showed an involuntary hunger.

The red-yellow miasma, resembling blood dew, seeped into their meridians through their mouth and nose.

Mo Hua frowned.

Lugu still commanded, "Keep walking inside!"

These soldiers, hungry yet rational, could only continue to obey Lugu's orders and move deeper into the valley.

As they walked, they disappeared into the depths of the miasma.

Moments later, from within the miasma came the sound of flesh being torn and gnawed with a sticky noise.

Then all sounds ceased, with no further movement.

Lugu, agitated, pointed to several more soldiers, saying, "You continue going in to check; if anyone is found, shout out loud."

These named soldiers were terrified.

Dan Zhu couldn't stand it anymore and frowned:

"Sibone Tribe may have migrated; perhaps there's no one inside the miasma, no need to send more people to their deaths."

Lugu completely ignored him.

He wished nothing more than for his brother's tribe to have moved, leaving no one in the miasma.

But he was simply not assured.

Outside the valley, there was no trace of "humans." If they moved, where would they move?

But if Sishen and the others hadn't moved and were "living" within the miasma of famine...

From the depths of Lugu's heart, a chill surged outward.

He ordered stubbornly, "Go, and have a look!"

The soldiers hesitated.

Lugu, ruthless, immediately stepped forward and twisted one soldier's neck.

The remaining named Shugu soldiers, seeing this, could only head into the miasma with fear.

Their ends were no different.

With cries of despair and the sticky sound of flesh being gnawed, they too vanished forever into the dense fog.

But Lugu wouldn't give up; this time, he seemed ready to call out more soldiers.

Just at that moment, Mo Hua's face slightly changed, shaking his head, saying, "No need to trouble ourselves..."

Lugu was taken aback.

Mo Hua said in a deep voice: "The 'people' inside are coming out..."

Before the words fell, it seemed that the blood qi of the doomed soldiers had activated the mist.

The thick miasma began to roll, awakening those people "asleep" inside.

In the red-yellow miasma symbolizing famine, silhouettes began to emerge.

One after another, soon forming a dense mass.

In the dead silence, it appeared exceptionally eerie.

And in the midst of this group was an extremely tall figure, strong and majestic, almost like a small giant, bearing some resemblance to Lugu.

Lugu hoped to see his brother, and now it seemed he would.

Yet for some reason, his scalp tingled slightly.

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