122: C122 Mou Lang's Invitation

C122 Mou Lang's Invitation

"Ah Tu, what's wrong with your father? Why was he bitten by a snake at night?"

Ah Tung followed closely behind and said with a worried expression.

"Didn't the witch doctor say that the herbs were not enough? Ah Tu brought me to guess the herbs. I accidentally touched a blue-bellied snake and was bitten by it."

Ah Tu explained with a helpless expression.

"It was bitten by a blue-bellied snake. Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Ah Tung's expression changed abruptly.

"This snake is extremely poisonous. We have to hurry over."

As Su Jin spoke, he quickened his pace.

They walked out of the tribe and walked a few miles deep into the mountains. They came to a dense forest.

Ah Tu's footsteps suddenly stopped.

"We're here? A'Tu, where are you, dad? Why didn't I see you?!"

Ah Tung said hastily, but his expression immediately changed.

The worry on Ah Tu's face had disappeared without him knowing. Instead, it turned into a sinister sneer.

His eyes fell upon Ah Tung and Su Jin, as if he was looking at two idiots.

Ah Tung suddenly felt that something was wrong. His facial expression changed slightly. "What's going on?"

Su Jin's expression was calm, and he looked at the darkness behind Ato.

"Ah Tung, you are so concerned about uncle. I am very touched."

A thick middle-aged man's voice was heard. After that, a short and strong middle-aged man walked out with a cold smile on his face.

"Father Ato, you weren't poisoned!"

Ah Tung's face darkened, "Since you weren't poisoned, why did you lie to us that you were poisoned?"

Suddenly, a mocking voice interrupted him.

"Ah Tung, he lied to you that you were poisoned. Naturally, he wanted to lure you out, but the target is not you, but the witch doctor beside you!"

One figure after another walked out of the darkness.

The person in the lead was actually Mou Lang. The rest of them were also the black-robed men who came to Holy Scorpion Tribe to deliver the message during the day.

"Mou Lang!"

Ah Tung's facial expression changed drastically, but at this moment, a big hand suddenly landed on his shoulder.

Ah Tung turned his head and saw Su Jin's calm face without any signs of panic.

Seeing Su Jin like this, the panic in Ah Tung's heart immediately disappeared.

Su Jin looked at Mou Lang indifferently and said, "What? I am just a wandering witch doctor. I don't have any grudges with your Great Desolate Tribe. What do you mean by lying to me?"

"Haha, master witch doctor, don't misunderstand. I, Mou Lang, have no ill intentions towards you."

A smile appeared on Mou Lang's face. "I heard from Ah Tu father and son that you have excellent medical skills, so I wanted to invite you to my Great Desolate Tribe. With your medical skills, you can stay in the Holy Scorpion Tribe to treat those lowlifes. It's too wasteful. Only in my Great Desolate Tribe can you bring out your greatest value. "

"Shut up, my people are not peasants!"

Ah Tung furiously roared. He stared at the calm father and son duo. "Ato, Ato's father, are you deaf? He insulted our people like that! Don't tell me you are all angry? Are you still a member of the Holy Scorpion Tribe?!"

Ah Tu said with a sinister smile, "Lord Mou Lang has accepted us as a citizen of the Great Desolate Tribe. The people of the Holy Scorpion Tribe are originally peasants. Is there anything wrong with Lord Mou Lang?"

"You, you are really shameless!"

Ah Tung's eyes turned red.

"Alright, we don't have time to talk nonsense with you."

Mou Lang raised his hand and looked at Su Jin. He smiled and said, "Master Witch Doctor, what do you think of my suggestion?"

Ah Tung immediately looked at Su Jin nervously. After all, he was not a member of Holy Scorpion Tribe. It was his own business how to leave and stay.

"Nothing."

However, Su Jin smiled faintly and said. "I think the Holy Scorpion Tribe is pretty good. For the time being, I have no intention of leaving."

"I sincerely invite you. You are really shameless."

The smile on Mou Lang's face disappeared instantly. A trace of killing intent flashed across his eyes. "If the Great Desolate Tribe can't get anything, no one else can get it. Kill him for me!"

"Master, leave now!"

Ah Tung's expression changed drastically, but before he could finish his words, a black shadow dashed out from Mou Lang's side.

It was a man in a black robe who was at the peak of Martial Mentor Stage. His face was ferocious, and his body was huge and fat.

As he ran, his body compressed the air around him, causing it to expand rapidly. His speed was terrifying, and he was like a crazy giant bear. In an instant, he had arrived in front of Su Jin, and his huge body rammed into him.

Under the body of this man in black, Su Jin's body seemed incomparably weak. No one was surprised by this. With just a single strike from this man, Su Jin would only end up being crushed into pieces.

Facing this collision, Su Jin's expression was calm. He only clenched his fist tightly and didn't move at all.

This scene fell into Mou Lang's eyes. He thought that Su Jin wouldn't be able to react in time. A trace of ridicule flashed across his eyes. This was the consequence of rejecting him.

In the next moment, his expression froze.

The black-robed man's body came to an abrupt stop. Su Jin's large hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up.

The black-robed man's face turned red. His face was twisted, and his eyes were filled with pain. But no matter what, he couldn't break free from this big hand.

"How is this possible!?"

Ah Tung was shocked. A peak Martial Mentor Stage warrior was actually subdued by a single strike from a mere seventh level Martial Mentor Stage warrior.

The key was that none of them could clearly see how Su Jin attacked!

Kacha!

With a crisp sound, Su Jin broke the neck of the black-robed man and threw him to the side. Under everyone's disbelieving eyes, he looked at Mou Lang and smiled.

Mou Lang's facial expression changed drastically. An extremely dangerous premonition arose. He shouted, "It's a misunderstanding, my lord! This is a misunderstanding!"

Swoosh!

A cold white fog suddenly spread out from under Su Jin's feet. It quickly spread out. Wherever it passed, the trees and plants were all frozen.1

Apart from Ah Tung, the rest of the people on the scene instantly turned into ice sculptures. Their eyes were filled with fear and shock as they stared at Su Jin.

Boom!

In the next moment, all the ice sculptures exploded. The people of Great Desolate Tribe, Ah Tu and his son turned into pieces on the ground.

"So strong..."

Ah Tung swallowed his saliva with great difficulty. He couldn't believe his eyes. He was shocked in his heart, "Sir, your strength is even greater than my father's during his heyday. You are comparable to a Martial Spirit Stage warrior!"

But at this moment, Su Jin said, "What are you waiting for? Go and inform your father and Priest Luoxiu."

"Yes, master, wait here. I will be back soon!"

Ah Tung reacted and hurriedly turned around and ran back to Holy Scorpion Tribe.

"This Reputation Points should be able to increase a lot. I really have to thank you all."

Su Jin smiled faintly. Without their cooperation, he wouldn't have been able to find a chance to increase his reputation.

He looked at the spatial brocade pouch that fell from Mou Lang's corpse and casually grabbed it. The spatial brocade pouch instantly fell into his hand.

Inside the spatial brocade pouch were a bunch of precious herbs, valuable Demonic Beast parts, and silver coins. In addition, there was also a letter.

Su Jin opened the envelope and saw a map attached to it.

The specific landform of the Holy Scorpion Tribe appeared on the map. Apart from these, Su Jin also noticed a very conspicuous mark.

In the center of the Holy Scorpion Tribe's landform, there was a purple circle. It seemed to have some meaning.

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