When he heard the old man's voice coming from the crack and that strange tone, Su Ming immediately remembered the monkey-faced Patriarch of White Bull Tribe.
Su Ming could not say that he hated or liked that person, but the sight of him giving up on mobilizing his entire tribe to attack him when he sent three women from his tribe to him left a deep impression on him.
When Su Ming heard the old man's words, he pondered over it for a moment before he walked out.
The ground was empty, but there was a spot where a gigantic crack had appeared out of nowhere, and it spread into the distance.
The old man from White Bull Tribe was standing right outside the crack. When he saw that there was no movement after waiting for a long time, he went to the crack and stuck his head in to look inside.
"Tortoise …" The old man did not even hear Su Ming's laughter from within the seal. He only came here once every few days, and once he came, he would walk around the place multiple times and speak just now. At that moment, he did not know that his voice had already reached Su Ming's ears. He looked at the crack and started mumbling under his breath.
"Tortoise what?" Before the old man could finish mumbling, Su Ming's cold voice immediately came from behind him, causing the old man to be momentarily stunned. Once he quickly turned around, pleasant surprise appeared on his face.
"I'm not a tortoise. Greetings, Great Soul Catcher." The old man quickly wrapped his fist in his palm and bowed deeply towards Su Ming.
Su Ming cast the old man a glance and did not speak.
The old man was wary and was also sizing up Su Ming from the corner of his eye. When he saw the mark of the peach blossom at the center of Su Ming's brows, he quickly averted his gaze and put on a fawning look.
"Sir, I've prepared quite a number of women from my tribe this time. I guarantee that you'll be satisfied with them. If you're not satisfied, then I'll be a tortoise from now on!"
"What tortoise? Don't use the word tortoise!" Su Ming frowned.
"Yes, yes, then I'll change it to a moron." The old man quickly nodded his head and smiled obsequiously.
When Su Ming saw the old man's expression, he swept his profound gaze past the old man. He remembered that the old man knew how to adapt to circumstances. It did not matter whether it was their initial contact or his decisive act of giving away the three women from his tribe, it was enough to tell him that the old man was definitely not what he appeared to be.
"What do you want? Speak," Su Ming said calmly.
The old man was slightly nervous. When Su Ming's gaze swept past him, he immediately had a feeling as if his heart had been seen through. That feeling of being naked before someone made him instinctively avoid Su Ming's gaze.
"It's actually nothing much …" The old man hesitated for a moment. When he said this, Su Ming turned around and walked into the distance, no longer bothering himself with the old man.
The old man stared blankly for a moment, then hurriedly took a few steps forward and smiled apologetically.
"Sir, wait. This … This is actually something that's difficult to talk about. It's like this. Sir, you know that the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands will arrive in a few years. Right now, all the tribes in the land of the Shamans have started migrating.
But the White Bull Tribe is too small, and there are many ordinary tribesmen. With my strength alone, even with the help of the tribe's experts, I still won't be able to protect the tribe. So … this lowly one wants to ask if Milord is willing to accept the employment. "
Su Ming's footsteps faltered and he turned his head around to look at the old man.
"What will your tribe use to hire me? If there's really something that can tempt you, why do you insist on looking for me? "
"Sir, the most powerful Berserker in the area is Madam Ji … but she's already gone missing …" When the old man said this, he became much more cautious, and he even cast a glance at the mark of the peach blossom at the center of Su Ming's brows.
"This is a remote place. Most of the powerful Berserkers won't come here. Besides, we're at war right now, so it's really difficult to find trustworthy powerful Berserkers.
"Sir, we can be considered as neighbors here. I can still trust you. As for what you're going to use to hire me, I'll bring out our ancestor's priceless treasure. It's also the sacred item that White Bull Tribe has been worshiping ever since we left." When the old man said this, there was a hint of anguish in his voice.
"Oh? If you give away your tribe's sacred item, it'll be the same as breaking the roots of your tribe. " Su Ming knew that each tribe in the land of the Shamans had different items that they worshiped. Some of them contained mysterious powers, and some of them were ordinary items. Yet no matter what, they were the souls of a tribe.
Just like the lizard statue in Lizard Shaman Tribe, the crane in Black Crane Tribe, and the mackerel pike in Autumn Sea Tribe.
"If I don't give you this item, it'll be difficult for me to move you. If the tribe stays here and doesn't migrate, then we'll die and be destroyed by the Catastrophe of the Eastern Wastelands. But even if we leave, this small tribe will only have a slim chance of survival. No one knows just how many of us will survive in the end.
"In fact, there's a high possibility that all of us will die. If that's the case, then what's the use of this sacred item? Instead of keeping it according to our ancestor's teachings, it'd be better to bring it out in exchange for a chance of survival." The old man spoke with great difficulty. In truth, he had thought about these words for a long time before he decided to ask Su Ming for help. Through the few times they met, he had slowly come to understand Su Ming's personality. He was the type of person who would not cause trouble if no one provoked him.
More importantly, if Su Ming had the intention to snatch it, then he would not have waited until now to attack.
"I can't agree to this. I won't be leaving this place for the time being." Su Ming fell into a moment of pensive silence before he shook his head.
When the old man heard his words, a slightly disappointed look appeared on his face, but by the looks of it, he seemed to have been prepared for Su Ming's answer a long time ago.
At that moment, he spoke once again, "Sir, you have your difficulties. We of White Bull Tribe understand this. How about this? We don't need you to protect our tribe when we migrate. We just need you to help two of our tribe members pass the Seal of Soul Catchers with what little time you have left. We'll also give you our tribe's sacred item as payment. Sir, what do you think?"
"Seal of Soul Catchers? How do you need my help? Tell me about it first. I might not agree to it. "This was the first time Su Ming had heard of this term.
"Hmm? Sir, you're a Soul Catcher, so you've naturally gone through the Seal of Soul Catchers before … "The old man from White Bull Tribe was momentarily stunned, and a faint glint appeared in his eyes.
"I've gone through the Seal of Soul Catchers before, but I've never been helped or helped others before." Su Ming's expression remained as calm as ever as he spoke lightly.
"Your Excellency is from a large tribe, so it's no wonder that you don't know about helping us. Sigh, I'm not afraid that you'll laugh at me about this, but the chances of a Soul Catcher appearing in a small tribe like ours are very small. Even if one does appear, most of them are unable to pass the Soul Catcher's Restriction alone and obtain the inheritance of the Soul Catcher. Hence, we have the phenomenon of asking for help from experts."
"Next month will be the Month of Souls. Sir, you know that the Month of Souls is the Month of Inheritance for the Soul Catchers in the Sorcerer Goddess Shrine. During this month, the tribesmen who are found to have the physique to cultivate the Soul Catchers in each tribe will sense the Sorcerer Goddess Shrine's call. Then, the Sorcerer Goddess Shrine will activate the Soul Catchers' Teleportation with its unique power.
At that time, the two tribesmen from White Bull Tribe, whom I've found to possess the constitution of a Soul Catcher, will be sent out by the power of the God of Shamans Temple to the World of Nine Yin. If they possess a serendipity, they will be acknowledged by the Candle Dragon there, and from there, they will be able to become Soul Catchers.
I hope that you can use the power of teleportation as a guide to help them successfully become a Soul Catcher. " Once the old man from White Bull Tribe finished speaking, he looked at Su Ming nervously. This was the last method he could think of. If Su Ming did not agree to it, then White Bull Tribe would have to forcefully migrate.
Su Ming fell into pensive silence for a moment before he shook his head. He did not know much about this, and when he first heard about it, it did not sound too attractive to him.
"Sir, this is the first time you're helping someone become a Soul Catcher. In truth, from what I know, there are plenty of Soul Catchers who take the initiative to use the chance of those with the constitution of a Soul Catcher being Relocated to the World of Nine Yin during the Month of Souls to go with them.
"This is because every Soul Catcher will only be Relocated the first time. If they want to enter the World of Nine Yin again, they will have to rely on someone else's power of teleportation to guide them.
"It's not just Soul Catchers either. Spirit Mediums, Thought Soothsayers, and other Shamans will also use the chance to go there, because you must know about the legend in the World of Nine Yin. There is a Candle Dragon's corpse buried there.
"There's even a rumor that the mysterious Curse also came from the World of Nine Yin. That's why when the World of Nine Yin was discovered, it was originally an ancient ruin. There are plenty of places in there that most of the Shamans have not explored before. Only a small part of it became a place for Soul Catchers.
"Once we discovered this place, we started researching the Curse …" The old man spoke in great detail. With his intelligence, he would not have spoken in such detail if he was talking to another Shaman. After all, this was not something that was too much of a secret in the Shaman Tribe.
Yet now, when he spoke of it in such great detail, it was clear that the old man's intelligence had allowed him to see that something was off about Su Ming. However, he did not care about Su Ming's origins. The only thing he was concerned about was the safety of his tribe.
Besides, Su Ming's strength made it so that even if the old man saw some clues, he would definitely pretend that he did not know anything. He would also not tell anyone about this and bring disaster to himself and his tribe.
There was a ghost of a smile on Su Ming's lips as he looked at the old man. He did not speak.
The old man let out a fake cough before he continued speaking. "The Berserkers will also find a way to enter the World of Nine Yin, because there's a plant called the Nine Abyss Flower there. It can increase the chances of a Berserker surviving the life and death disaster that will take them to enter the Berserker Soul Realm after attaining great completion in the Bone Sacrifice Realm …
"Also, the World of Nine Yin is an ancient ruin. There might be quite a bit of serendipity in there …" The old man continued speaking, but Su Ming still had that ghost of a smile on his face, and it made the old man's skin crawl.
"Tell me your true goal," Su Ming said slowly.
"... I wouldn't dare hide this from you, sir. My goal is for these two tribesmen to obtain Soul Catchers there. With their potential, they should be able to catch the attention of some middle-sized tribes. It would be best if they could come and help us migrate." If they can't do this, then even if they are taken away, they will still be able to preserve the bloodline of White Bull Tribe.
"Even if it's the worst, if they can find other powerful Berserkers and form a deal with White Bull Tribe, it will still be much better than it is now." The old man spoke with a wry smile. After a moment of hesitation, he suddenly lifted his right hand and seized the air in his bosom. A dark light shone in his bosom, and a round object appeared in his outstretched hand.
"This is our tribe's sacred item. Sir, you can take it first!"
Once Su Ming swept his gaze past the round object, his pupils shrank, and a huge storm suddenly raged in his heart!
"This is …" Su Ming waved his arm and immediately seized the round object in his hand!
The fourth chapter has already exploded. Can I write the fifth chapter? It'll continue exploding tomorrow, and I'll go against the current! I refuse to believe it! (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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