The annoying rainy season was about to end. It was like a water pipe had been punctured by someone, the heavy rain had suddenly become much quieter.
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to have consumed all of their strength, and slowly dispersed. Standing in the jungle, people could see the bright stars on the edge of the thick clouds.
Even though it was night time, the Southern Wasteland jungle was still lively.
Wild beasts, who had been hiding in their nests for months, were warming up their bodies, sharpening their claws and teeth, preparing to go out and hunt. The night breeze brought over countless wing-flapping sounds. Birds, who had also been suffering for months, couldn't wait to sit down and prepare for the feast.
In the dark night, raging flames mixed with black smoke rose high into the sky.
A large scale clan had fallen into a sea of fire. Warriors who had died in the battle were thrown into the fire and gradually burned into ashes.
Large groups of worthless elderly people were tied up by vines, dragged to the river beside the clan by the Fire Crow Clan's warriors, and chopped off their heads. Countless crocodiles and turtles were crazily fighting for food, stirring up the water.
"Grandpa!"
A young man, who was about ten years old, screamed hoarsely, rushed out of a burning hut, and rushed towards an elderly man who had just been pushed into the river.
However, a Fire Crow Clan's warrior caught up with him in big steps, hit the back of the young man's head with his long spear, knocked him down, and stamped on his head. The other two warriors rushed up, tightly tied the young man up with vines, and threw him into a cage hanging on a four-tusk mammoth's body.
Hundreds of four-tusk mammoths were quietly standing beside the burning clan, with huge cages hanging on their bodies. Every cage was filled with Black Water Serpent Clan's young men, women and children.
When all the cages of the four-tusk mammoths were filled up, even a child couldn't fit in. Along with a long whistle, all the four-tusk mammoths walked into the dark jungle simultaneously.
Deep inside the jungle, Ji Shu and tens of his trusted subordinates were quietly standing among the tall grasses.
Hundreds of zhang away from them, two Yu Clan's men and nearly a hundred Jia Clan's warriors were also standing there silently.
Four-tusk mammoths brought all the captives over, and a large group of sword edge spiders and slave warriors walked out of the jungle quietly. All the captives were stuffed into the wide stomachs of the sword edge spiders, while people from both sides carefully counted the captives.
After working for more than an hour, the sword edge spiders and slave warriors walked into the dense forest with countless captives and disappeared without a trace.
The two Yu Clan's young men smiled in satisfaction, took two steps towards Ji Shu, smiled proudly and said: "It's been a pleasure working with you, Lord Ji Shu … Actually, our Nightmare Devil group is not any weaker than the Blood Fang. This time, Lord Ji Shu has changed his attitude and decided to cooperate with us. I hope everyone will be satisfied. "
While talking and laughing, the young man took out a small bag, which was inlaid with golden threads, from his sleeve, and threw it to Ji Shu, as if he was giving charity to Ji Shu.
Ji Shu weighed the sachet in his hand, pulled open the rope that sealed the sachet, took a look inside, then nodded in satisfaction. This sachet was a one-time storage device. It contained a large number of high-quality armors and weapons, exactly what Ji Shu had asked for.
Ji Shu tied the sachet around his waist, looked at the two young men and said unhappily: "Every time you give me this kind of one-time storage device. Next time, I want a real storage device that can store a large number of armors and weapons."
The two young men grinned simultaneously, turned around and disappeared into the jungle without saying a word.
Storage-Type magic treasures were strategic treasures, especially for the Southern Wasteland clans, which had a rugged and difficult road to travel on. A storage-type magic treasure was like a portable storage of materials. Any clan that had one more storage-type magic treasure would be able to raise the fighting power and resources of the clan by a large margin.
How could the Yu Clan's slave-trading organization trade such a precious strategic device to Ji Shu?
"Damn it!" Ji Shu gnashed his teeth, clenched his fists and said: "These slaves, they can earn at least ten times the profit if they bring them back! Even more, the Black Water Serpent Clan's women have nice bodies, they can be sold at a higher price! "
Ji Zhuo, who was standing behind Ji Shu, took a step forward and made a gesture of cutting his neck.
Ji Shu remained silent for a while, then slightly shook his head. The Blood Fang had been annihilated, and Ji Shu had lost his old slave trading business. The Nightmare Devil was their new business partner. The Bi Fang Clan had started a full-scale war against the Water Ape Clan, and every day, a large number of captives would be sold as slaves. Ji Shu couldn't live without the Nightmare Devil.
"Let's wait for the Blood Fang to reconnect with us." Ji Shu growled in a low voice. "What the hell is going on? Why haven't we heard anything from the Cold Stream Valley? If this thing is exposed, which one of them will benefit from it? "
While Ji Shu was complaining, the sound of a night owl came from the depths of the jungle.
Ji Shu's face lit up, he hurriedly winked at Ji Zhuo. Both of them told their trusted warriors to go back, then quickly disappeared into the jungle.
After running in the jungle for a quarter of an hour, with their senior-level powers, Ji Hao and Ji Hao had covered at least hundreds of miles. Guided by the owl's howl, Ji Hao and Ji Hao arrived in front of a small cliff.
Jiang Yao, who was wearing a long cloak, was quietly standing under the cliff, looking at Ji Shu and Ji Zhuo expressionlessly.
Ji Shu hadn't seen Jiang Yao's face clearly. He hurriedly yelled, "Abba, is there any good news? What about the Cold Stream Valley... "
Jiang Yao's body suddenly started burning. A clear, glass-like flame rose from his feet and slowly spread to the top of his head, turning his body into thumb-sized white beads. At last, Jiang Yao's entire body turned into eighteen white beads, the last trace of him left in the world.
Ji Shu and Ji Zhuo were horrified when they saw Jiang Yao being melted alive. They wanted to run away, but a strange and mysterious voice resounded in their ears. Their bodies became soft, and they lost all their strength. Their feet were so weak that they couldn't move at all.
"What a shame, you're so unreliable... The situation was so good, but you've ruined it. Just focus on being the leader of your clan's warriors, and sell your slaves. Why do you have to kill them all? "
"If you could really kill that family, there wouldn't be any future troubles. But you are so incompetent. You have already failed and been driven out of the Gold Black Mountain. How could you cause so much trouble for a family like you? "
"Since they didn't die, all of you have to die."
"Everything is cause and effect. You've sown the cause, but you can't reap the result. You can only take the consequences."
"Cause and effect, how terrifying!"
While sighing, Ji Shu and Ji Zhuo's bodies started burning as well. The white flame turned them into white beads as well.
However, compared to Jiang Yao, they were much weaker. Ji Shu was turned into three white beads, while Ji Zhuo was turned into one.
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