After three consecutive groups of prisoners fell into the waterfall and died in the belly of the fish.

Forced by ox-tail whips and claw guns, Ye Zi's group of prisoners staggered to the river.

At this moment, the young man's face was filled with frost.

The lines outlining his facial features look particularly tough, giving him a faint look that resembles his older brother.

The three days after the destruction of our home went by as fast as three blinks of an eye.

And what happened in these three blinks of an eye was like three palm years.

Before this, Ye Zi had never left his hometown so far.

The rat people are bleeding with unclean blood and cannot move at will to avoid polluting the earth where the ancestors rest.

They can only huddle in the habitat designated by the clan master, which is usually high mountains with harsh environment.

Fortunately, no matter how barren the land, datura trees can thrive and produce enough datura fruits, the rat people can have enough food and clothing to thrive.

Therefore, in the past, Ye Zi never felt the need to leave his hometown.

He was content to be able to gaze far into the horizon from the top of the tallest mandala tree among the cliffs.

Until this moment, he didn't know that there were such rugged and difficult mountain roads in the world.

There are so many weird and weird plants that can eat people.

There are even so many types of totem beasts. The most powerful totem beast requires seven or eight bloodhoof warriors to enter the "Totem Madness" state to deal with it.

Of course, he and the prisoners also suffered a lot during the three-day trek.

Many people were swallowed by the swamp, bitten to death by poisonous insects, and torn into pieces by totem beasts.

There are also people who tilt their heads while walking and die silently without saying a word.

More people were whipped and stabbed to death with the oxtail whips and claw spears of the Bloodhoof warriors.

Out of ten prisoners, only two or three survived at most.

But more prisoners filled the void under the mandala branches.

While Ye Zi was trekking on the mountain road, he saw hundreds of black smoke pillars rising from the surrounding mountain valleys far and near.

There were faint wails and screams that he had just heard a few days ago.

Their mountainous village was not the only one that was brutally massacred.

There are also Shanjiao Village, Shantou Village, Dashu Village, Xiaoshu Village... and countless villages whose names Ye Ye has never heard of.

As they gradually moved towards the Buffalo River and onto the road paved with large bluestones, more and more arrogant Bloodhoof warriors and crying prisoners joined their ranks.

Most of the old, weak, sick and disabled were tortured to death on the way.

Those who can survive are all strong young people, as well as energetic young people like Ye Zi.

"The gentlemen are...selecting the prisoners."

The boy who grew up quickly in three days realized very keenly, "The Bloodhoof clan does not need so many prisoners. They deliberately took us through the most dangerous mountain roads, gave us only the minimum food, and continued to torture us.

Select the strongest, the most agile, the most patient among us."

Like now.

The Bloodhoof warriors could obviously lead the captive team across the river from a place far away from the waterfall, where the river was open and the water flow was not fast.

Ye Zi even saw traces of a pontoon bridge in the open area of ​​the river.

But they decided to take prisoners and walk through the "Ghost Gate" above the waterfall.

This is a test of the strength of the rat people.

By the way, purify their bloodline.

Let these betrayers, cowards, and unclean people be barely qualified to set foot on the soil of Black Point City.

Realize this.

Ye Zi knew that he had no way out.

From three days ago, no, from the day when the mandala flower bloomed, he had no way out.

We can only grit our teeth and break through the many gates of hell!

So, he didn't wait for the oxtail whip and claw gun to fall on his scarred back.

Ye Zi took a deep breath and stepped into the cold and fast river water.

Fortunately, his height is much higher than that of ordinary rat people, and the river water can barely reach his chest.

The group of prisoners behind him were also carefully selected, and they were all tall young men.

That day, after completing the "Blood Granting Ceremony", the bull-headed warrior with the broken horn took away his brother's body.

My brother has officially joined the Bloodhoof clan, so naturally he can't just expose his corpse in the wilderness like the humble rat people.

I don't know if it was out of respect for his brother, but after learning Ye Zi's identity, the Broken Horn Tau Warrior incorporated him into this captive team of tall young men, which somewhat increased his chance of survival.

After two or three days, the leaves and the grasshoppers on a rope behind them gradually developed a tacit understanding.

At this moment, they had the same mind, were in unison, gritted their teeth, and fought against the rapids.

Steadily, we reached the middle of the Buffalo River.

But here, the river suddenly became an arm deep.

The two shorter prisoners in the middle of the team were immediately destroyed.

They choked a few mouthfuls of the smelly river water. They couldn't breathe and were blinded by the rushing water. They reacted instinctively and struggled desperately.

This struggle naturally threw the entire team into chaos.

The prisoners exerted force in different directions. The two prisoners at the end of the queue slipped and were swept down the waterfall by the rapids.

The ropes were passed through their armpits and tied tightly to the straight and elastic mandala branches to hang them over the waterfall.

From both sides of the Buffalo River came bursts of exclamations from other prisoners.

And the laughter of the warriors.

Many Bloodhoof warriors pointed at them, rolled up their sleeves and placed bets.

Bet on how many blinks they can last before they slide down the waterfall one after another and are doomed.

"Stand firm! Don't be afraid! We haven't fallen yet!

"Left! Let's all push to the left together! We will definitely be able to cross the river!"

Ye Zi's voice was hoarse, his tone was firm, and his expression was resolute.

In fact, he was also extremely scared.

I was so scared that I leaked several drops of cold urine below the surface of the river.

He was just a parody of how his brother acted when he encountered danger in the past.

His brother told him that the more scared he was, the more he had to pretend not to be scared.

As long as everyone pretends not to be afraid, there is nothing worth fearing in this world.

Although my brother is dead.

But Ye Zi decided to follow his brother's example and continue on his path.

His shouting and exertion really had an effect.

The team on the verge of collapse once again stabilized its position and faced off against the rapids.

Even my friend who was submerged by the river barely held his breath and could hold on for a while.

But the most they can do is stand firm against the torrent, but they still can't escape from the gate of hell.

The prisoners' strength is quite limited, and they will be exhausted if they can't stand in a stalemate for too long.

The two partners, who were holding their breath, were becoming more and more painful and were about to collapse at any time.

The two companions who were at the end of the queue and were hung over the waterfall even desperately tried to bite off the mandala branches and let themselves fall into the waterfall to reduce the burden on the team and give the remaining eight prisoners a chance to survive.

But they carry their hands on their backs, their muscles are stiff, and their joints are almost frozen, so it is really difficult for them to bite the datura branches.

Instead, due to the excessive force, the entire branch, which was extremely elastic, trembled violently.

The prisoners who had just stood firm lost their balance again and were teetering.

Ye Zi felt a wave-like tremor coming from behind.

He almost slipped and was swallowed by the river water.

At the moment of life and death, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed across his mind.

Deep in the secret base, the murals in the cave suddenly shone before his eyes in an incredible way.

And like hundreds of shiny little snakes, they wormed their way into his blood.

He vaguely captured the subtle resonance between the extremely elastic mandala branches, the trembling power of the ten captives, and the rushing water.

"Shake! We should shake hard!"

Ye Ye's eyes widened and he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Have you ever used datura branches to pick out dozens of the plumpest and heaviest datura fruits in one go? If you use stupid strength, you will suddenly lose your energy! But

If you let the mandala branch sway, bounce it one by one, and move forward according to the rhythm, it will be faster and less energy-consuming!"

There is no rat boy who has never picked up the Datura fruit.

The friends quickly understood what Ye Zi meant.

And under the leadership of the leaves, they worked together to sway in the same direction, using the elasticity of the mandala branches to fight against the rapids.

The two partners hanging above the waterfall have become their secret weapons.

Every time it trembles up and down, a wave-like force surges out, and through the clever guidance of the leaves, it becomes a sharp weapon for cutting waves.

One step, two steps, three steps.

The captive team, which had just been caught in the rapids and faced a dilemma, once again struggled to move forward.

As the river bed got higher and higher, the two submerged companions finally surfaced.

Ye Zi used his hands and feet to climb to the river bank, all flesh and blood exerting force at the same time.

The branches of the mandala trembled hard, and several friends at the end of the queue were thrown ashore.

Ten prisoners lay exhausted on the ground.

Bubbles like a dead fish.

I can't even let out a half-hearted laugh for the rest of my life.

On the contrary, the Bloodhoof warriors cheered loudly for them.

Even the clan master who had just lost everything in the gambling game shook his horns at these humble rat people and shouted: "Well done!"

Such is the case with the Turan people.

There is absolutely no mercy for the weak and cowardly.

For the brave and the unyielding, no matter the identity of the other party, they never hesitate to respect themselves.

"who is it?"

A Bloodhoof warrior came over and said in a rough voice, "Who figured out how to shake the mandala branches?"

The eyes of the companions all turned to the leaves.

However, Ye Zi stared intently at the Bloodhoof Warrior, the broken horn, and the half-demon-like face that he would never forget.

"It's you?"

The broken-horned bull-headed warrior was slightly startled, then grinned.

I don't know if it's because of the three days of experience and the fact that I just passed through the gate of hell, but the burning courage is still flowing in my veins.

Or the opponent didn't summon the totem armor, but just stood there loosely, not feeling much murderous aura.

Ye Zi was finally able to control his eyes and stared at the other person without blinking. Then he tried his best to control his throat and said word by word with an extremely hoarse voice: "You kill my mother and brother, I swear, you will definitely do it."

kill you!"

"ha!"

The broken-horned bull-headed warrior seemed to have heard the most interesting thing in the world.

He squatted down and looked at the leaves carefully for a long time.

Then, after groping in his arms for a while, he took out a fragrant fried mandala ball covered in oil and honey, and stuffed it into Ye Zi's mouth.

"Then eat."
Chapter completed!