People are pirates, creating Cthulhu

Gollum!

Seeing the old man's appearance, Cobra swallowed and swallowed back the words that were shoved into his throat.

He actually let down his guard against a monster just now.

Although judging from the old man's previous behavior, it didn't seem to mean harming him, but in any case, he was a human and the other party was a monster.

The two camps are naturally opposed, not to mention that these monsters still feed on humans.

If he rashly raised his doubts to the other party, the old man's cunning character might see through that he was not a member of his race.

Kobra was extremely lucky that he woke up in time and did not cause a catastrophe.

Boom!

Just when Cobra was secretly rejoicing, a lump of unrecognizable meat was thrown in front of him.

"Are you hungry? This is your meal today. In the past few days, you must quickly adapt to the power of the Ancestral Mane and strive to fully integrate with the Ancestral Mane before the next blood sacrifice. The future of the tribe depends entirely on you!"

After looking at it for a while, the old man's gaze finally slowed down a lot. From his words, Cobra felt that the old man seemed to have high hopes for himself.

Facing the old man's expectant eyes, Cobra didn't know how to respond so as not to reveal his flaws, so he nodded hastily.

Under the old man's close gaze, Cobra had no choice but to carry the flesh and blood brought by the old man back to his crypt.

Although he didn't get answers to the questions in his mind when he went out this time, Cobra got a lot of useful information from the old man's words.

First of all, it is certain that my position in the old man's mind is still very solid. As long as I don't show it too obviously, the other party should not easily discover my nature as a human being.

Although the safety issue was temporarily solved, Cobra had to face a new problem.

What exactly is the power of the Mane of the Ancestor?

The old man didn't explain the meaning of this to him, and seemed to tacitly admit that he knew what this power was. Unfortunately, Kobra did not clearly sense any extra power in his body that did not belong to him.

How can he adapt when he can't even sense the person he's trying to adapt to?

Cobra was extremely anxious. From what the old man meant, it seemed that this kind of power was what the old man expected, and even the future of the entire ethnic group was placed on him.

Next blood sacrifice!

These words lingered in Kobra's head as if they were the final announcement of death.

The top priority is to find a way to determine the specific date of the next blood sacrifice, otherwise the uncertainty may drive him crazy.

Cobra took a few deep breaths, tried to stabilize his mind, and sort out the current situation.

Although there was no sun rising or setting in the crypt, Cobra could roughly feel the passage of time based on the intensity of the blood in front of him.

Days passed.

Although Kobra has been trying to sense the power of the Mane of the Ancestor, he has achieved nothing.

Because he didn't want to meet the old man again, Kobra stayed in the crypt. Even if he occasionally heard the sound of biting flesh and blood coming from outside, he had no intention of going to the ground.

The old man didn't come looking for him again, but every day a monster on all fours crawled into his crypt with a huge piece of flesh and blood in its mouth.

Although he wanted to ask these monsters about the time of the Blood Festival, but these monsters could understand him, but he couldn't understand what these monsters were saying at all.

But I was worried about exposing my identity if I asked the old man.

This dilemma forced Kobra to rack his brains every day to find a way to sense the power of the ancestral manes growing on his chest.

On this day, Kobra lay in the crypt with a look of frustration.

Since the flesh and blood sent by monsters every day were piled together by him, the turbid air in the crypt was filled with the smell of blood.

Kobra shrugged his nose in discomfort. When he saw the flesh and blood piled together in the corner, he was shocked to realize that at least ten days had passed since he first fell into the crimson desert.

However, although he has not eaten, he has no feeling of hunger at all, as if he has really broken away from the category of human beings and become a monster that does not need to eat.

After taking a look at the still tender meat, Kobra wanted to try to take a bite, but as soon as he had this idea, the thought of seeing those monsters brutally devouring human corpses came to mind. look.

Although the two pieces of meat in front of him didn't look like they were dug out of human beings, the scene in his mind made him lose his appetite instantly.

Another ten days passed.

Kobra has begun to adapt to the life in the cave. Apart from the monsters that come to give him fresh blood and flesh regularly every day, he feels that life here is quite peaceful.

Even the Blood Sacrifice Day, which had been hanging on the tip of his heart, was gradually forgotten by him.

Until this day, Kobra had not waited for the arrival of the monster that regularly gave him flesh and blood.

The peaceful life was finally broken.

Cobra's heart skipped a beat as he quietly climbed onto the ground. The scene outside shocked him immensely.

He saw that the ground was no longer a patch of different shades of red, but that everything had become colorful as if he had returned to Qinghai.

All the monsters, including the old man, were clinging to the ground, their bodies trembling as if the end of the world was about to come.

Cobra noticed this abnormality and quickly wanted to retract the head that had just popped out into the crypt.

However, at this moment, he saw the old man's red eyes glancing towards him.

The still cold gaze made Cobra's body stiffen. After only a short delay, he saw the old man's lips trembling slightly as if he wanted to say something to him, but there was no sound in the air.

On the contrary, Kobra was horrified to see that the old man's body was like a burning piece of paper, his body gradually turned into ashes, and finally disappeared in this colorful world.

The old man's annihilation made the monsters' bodies tremble even more.

Kobra's lips were dry. The old man who turned to ashes was like the first domino toppled. All the monsters lying on the ground spontaneously ignited one after another without fire.

Although the presence of wind was not felt, the remaining ashes of the burned monster's body were rising high in the air.

This scene is as if some god is cleaning up the sins buried here.

Worried that he would get angry, Kobra hurriedly retracted his body into the crypt.

Fortunately, the crypt was still red, and it seemed to have the ability to block out the colorful colors outside.

This actually relaxed the tension in Cobra's heart a lot.