Cannibalism?
Qin Lang did not know whether to laugh or cry at the Indian girl's answer. "Who did you hear that from?"
"From the elders in the tribe, the adults," Aishvaya replied.
"Oh? Then have you seen Hua Xia's people cannibalism here? " Qin Lang said with a smile. "If I wanted to eat people, why didn't I eat those people just now?"
"Yes … I'm sorry, I shouldn't have listened to people's nonsense." Aishvaya looked apologetically at Qin Lang. "You are my benefactor, I shouldn't have doubted your character, and even more shouldn't have insulted you with these words."
"It's alright, you've only heard it from others." Qin Lang said. "I think the elders and adults in your tribe didn't tell you that the men here have become demons, right? Your friend, that little girl, was he killed by Hua Xia's people? "
Aishvaya shook her head furiously. She already understood Qin Lang's words. She was a clever little girl, and understood at once. She began to understand a principle:
What the people around you told you might not be true. The ones who really harmed you might very well be the people around you that you thought were harmless.
"Sir, esteemed sir, may I ask if you can accept me as your disciple?"
Aishvaya looked at Qin Lang with sparkling eyes. "I hope you can be kind to me, and allow me to train with you."
"You didn't make this request just now. Why did you only bring it up now?" Qin Lang asked.
"Because I remember now. When those people return to the village, they will definitely tell others that I harmed them. And they are men, the hope of the tribe. So no matter how I explain, I will be the one to be punished when I return to the village. It doesn't matter if I live or die, but I still have a younger sister. She's only eight years old, I can't let her be implicated! " After Aishvaya calmed down, she immediately thought of what might happen next. Although she had successfully escaped, she might face an even more tragic fate when she returned to the village, and Qin Lang was her only hope.
"Master, please be merciful and accept her!"
De Fu was actually kneeling on the ground and pleading for Aishvaya, hoping that Qin Lang could save her and her family, and that Qin Lang would teach her cultivation.
"You're just a necromancer, and you actually have some humanity?" Qin Lang chuckled.
"Master, this young lady is too pitiful! Those who dared to lay their hands on such a little girl were worse than beasts! They should all go to hell! Master, since you have saved her … Hmm, you should be like what the ancient people of Hua Xia said — Be a good person to the end, and help the Buddha to the west! Master, do you know why I became a necromancer? It's because I once encountered a terrible thing, so I no longer trust the people of this world. I'd rather associate myself with the undead! " It was no wonder that De Fu was suddenly so "sentimental." It turned out that Aishvaya's encounter had triggered his past memories.
Qin Lang also knew that although necromancers had some unique abilities, they had to pay a huge price. So De Fu must have had some tragic experiences to become a necromancer. Otherwise, he would not have been so cynical as to become a necromancer of the Dark Witch Legion and deal with the dead all day long.
Qin Lang was not a heartless person. Now that things had come to this, he was naturally prepared to be a good person to the end. So he agreed to Aishvaya's request and decided to take her as his disciple. He also promised to follow her back to the village and take her sister away.
The three of them immediately headed for the village where Aishvaya was.
It was a relatively large village, just like a small town.
However, Qin Lang quickly felt relieved. This was India. In India, if a couple didn't have three or five children, it would be considered abnormal. Therefore, the population of a village was naturally large.
When they saw Aishvaya walking towards the village, many children and youths were pointing at her and deliberately keeping a certain distance from her. Their expressions were a little strange.
It seemed that the few youths who had gone back earlier had spread the news, and Aishvaya was about to become a victim if Qin Lang did not accompany her back.
Led by a few tattletale children, a group of adults appeared. They were all armed with hoes, axes, knives and forks, and surrounded Qin Lang, De Fu, and Aishvaya.
"Aishvaya! You witch! How dare you harm my son! "
A muscular man roared, rushing towards Aishvaya with a wooden stick in his hand. It seemed that the way these people handled things was more barbaric than Qin Lang had imagined. Qin Lang had thought that in such a situation, the elders would at least preside over a clan meeting, and then 'judge' Aishvaya. Finally, according to the rules of the village, Aishvaya would be 'guilty' before punishment could be meted out. Who knew that the truth was even more barbaric. These fellows charged at her with their weapons, and a few of them even looked at Aishvaya as if they were beasts. It was not difficult for Qin Lang to imagine what sort of despicable things they were thinking of.
"De Fu, I'll leave it to you," Qin Lang said to De Fu.
"Master, I'm a necromancer, not a warrior!" An Defu was startled. He didn't expect Qin Lang to let him handle this. This kind of close combat wasn't An Defu's strength at all. However, An Defu was now forced to do something beyond his capabilities, so he had to do it no matter what.
"Curse of the Undead!"
De Fu shouted, and a gust of black gas suddenly emitted from his body.
An evil aura was immediately released from De Fu's body, sweeping out in all directions. Anyone who came into contact with the black gas immediately fell to the ground, and then twitched as if having an epileptic fit.
The others immediately retreated, and De Fu's black gas could no longer attack.
After all, this was a time when the sun was high up in the sky, and De Fu's necromancy aura was naturally weakened. However, the people around him had become 'epileptic fit', and it had a certain deterrent effect. The others immediately did not dare to attack.
"Useless."
Qin Lang snorted, as if expressing his dissatisfaction with De Fu's methods.
"Master, it's daytime now, and not good for fighting. Besides, my necromancy soldiers are not around. Otherwise, my necromancy soldiers would be enough to turn these people into mincemeat …"
"Stop bragging!
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