Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

After Mulian's words were finished, Songzan was stunned for a long time in the same place and did not come to his senses.

In about twenty minutes, a clan member walked in from outside the cave and said, "Master Songtsan, the patriarch will let you pass."

Songtsan was shocked again. Mulian glanced at him and said softly, "It's up to you, Lord Songtsan, what to do. Now the tribe is almost all my people, even if something goes wrong, it's up to you. It doesn't matter to you."

With these words in his ears, Songtsan couldn't help but strengthen his determination. He nodded and looked at the tribe who came to report: "Help me up."

The tribe agreed and glanced suspiciously at Mulian. After supporting Songzan, he watched as the latter took a wooden spear in his hand and walked out of the cave like a crutch.

But when he came out of the cave again, Songtsan suddenly stopped and turned to look at Mulian: "Call all the people of my clan."

Mulian looked up at Songzan's expression, then nodded in agreement.

After that, Songtsan followed the tribe, but the tribe didn't make a noise all the time. What did Master Songtsan mean by my tribe?

After the old patriarch gave up his residence, he was placed in a secluded place in the back mountain, where he can better heal his injuries. The surrounding trees and rocks can also protect him from wind and rain.

When Songzan arrived, there were only the old patriarch, the witch, and two old people from the original Frost Valley tribe.

These two people are not others, it is Xue Xue, and Aniu and their father.

When he came to the front, Songzan glanced at the witch. When he saw the latter deliberately turned his head, he couldn't help but cursed in his heart, followed by loosening his clenched fist, and yelled to his father softly.

At the exit of this sentence, the old patriarch's eyes gradually focused.

"My son..."

The old patriarch yelled softly.

Songzan did not respond.

The old patriarch shouted again: "Old, old fat, was he really killed by a warrior?"

Songzan still didn't speak.

The old patriarch was a little anxious in his heart: "Songzan! You speak!"

When shouting these words, the old patriarch still had an almost paranoid thought in his heart.

As long as Songzan said that the fat elder belonged to Ji Thief or something, he would choose to believe Songzan if he fought the witch's heart.

At this time, the old patriarch was almost lost in his mind, and he almost couldn't think anymore.

Facing the roar of the old patriarch, Songtsan suddenly raised his head and said softly: "People are already dead, what's the use of saying this? Did your father think it was the fat elder I killed?"

Songzan's words fell, the old patriarch hesitated, and he was still willing to believe Songzan.

Songzan glanced over the witch and said, "My father, I just want to know what kind of person I am in your heart? Why would you rather trust an outsider than trust me? I want everyone to be You can eat something, venture into the Eastern Plains, and stop saying anything if you are interrupted. After all, this is for the Frost Valley tribe. But father, you don’t know anything, you choose to doubt me, doubt my son. Don't you know the relationship between certain people and Ji Thief? She just deliberately tried to provoke the relationship between the two of us, my father!"

Until this time, Songtsan tried to pour dirty water on the witch by playing emotional cards and selling miserables.

When listening to Songzan's words, the witch was also taken aback. She asked why there are such shameless people?

Ji Thief is shameless enough to do things, but compared with Songzan, Ji Thief is as pure as water.

After all, Ji Thief never composes nonsense to slander others.

At that time, the witch took a step forward and pointed to Songzan's nose and said, "Songzan, don't you dare to admit it?"

Songtsan looked back at the witch: "What do I admit? Why do I admit, what do I admit?"

"You!!!" The witch was so angry that she suddenly realized that there was really no way she could get Songzan.

"Well, go down, let me speak to Songzan alone." At this moment, the old patriarch suddenly said.

The witch, Father Xue, and Father Aniu looked around, a little worried that the old patriarch was here alone.

The old patriarch said, "What are you worried about? Will my own son still be against me? Go on!"

Seeing that the old patriarch lost his temper, the three reluctantly retreated.

When the witch passed by Songzan, the latter suddenly said in a low voice: "Sister Zhen, our business hasn't been settled yet, wait for you."

The witch who heard these words couldn't help showing a look of stunned expression on her face. When she turned her head to look at Songzan, the latter had already limped towards the old patriarch.

When only the old patriarch and Songzan were left, the former sighed and said, "Songzan, there is no one else here. Tell me, Old Fat, did you kill it?"

Song Chan lowered his head when he heard the words, and engaged in a fierce confrontation in his heart.

The old patriarch frowned and almost begged: "Songzan, I just want to hear you tell the truth, is it so difficult? I am your father, will I harm you?"

Songtsan suddenly felt familiar with this sentence.

Suddenly I thought, didn't my father say the same thing before.

It’s just that my own son would still be disadvantageous to myself, to the words that I am your father, would I harm you?

Songzan nodded, a look of relief appeared on his face.

As a father, I don’t know if the old patriarch will harm Songtsan, but as a son, it’s hard to say whether Songtsan will harm the old patriarch.

"My father, what if I said, I killed that fat man?"

This sentence struck the old patriarch's mind like a bolt from the blue sky.

"Song, Songtsan, you, you say it again!!!"

Although he had made psychological preparations, the old patriarch was still somewhat unacceptable when the words fell.

For a moment, he just felt that he had misheard, looking at Songzan incredible and asked.

Songtsan squatted down, picked up the wooden spear in his hand and placed it on his lap, and said softly: "Father, you are old, Shuanggu tribe, you are no longer suitable for being a patriarch."

The old patriarch widened his eyes: "Songzan! What do you mean!"

Songzan looked down at his interrupted hands and feet, and said, "Don't you understand Father? When your affection can no longer make Ji Zei give in, what use do you have?"

The old patriarch's eyes suddenly rounded.

Songzan grabbed the wooden spear with his other hand and plunged the spear into the old patriarch’s chest. He snorted and said, "Father, I will tell you the truth. Actually, I wandered outside. For such a long time, I have already joined the Qingfeng tribe. This time, when I came back, I also brought the task of the Qingfeng patriarch. When I came back, I used the Frost Valley Tribe to unify so many tribes in a large mountain range. At first, I saw Frost. There are so many people in the valley tribe, I think this task is easy. But father, what did you do? Let Ji thief not kill, watch him escape to the eastern plains, but also take into account the feelings of the old babu of Babu. If, From the very beginning, you asked me to lead someone to kill the two **** A Ju and Ji Thief, and so many things won't happen below."

Feeling the rapid flow of vitality from his chest, the old patriarch opened his mouth babbled, panting heavily, his eyes filled with incredible expression.

"My father, since you are no longer useful to me, you say, what else can I do if I keep you?" Songzan laughed.

The old patriarch couldn't help crying: "Songzan, you..."

What else can the old patriarch say at this time? One thought was all for his son, and for his son, the old patriarch even had the courage to break with the pillar of the Frost Valley tribe, the Ji thief.

For his son, the old patriarch even had the courage to give himself two spears.

You know, with the physical quality of the old patriarch, the two spears are almost killed.

But for the sake of his son, the old patriarch resisted abruptly.

Even, in order to give the Frost Valley tribe a better job to his son, he took his wounds to the eastern plain at an age and asked Ji thief for permission to enter the eastern plain.

Who do you do all this for? Not for his son Songzan?

But what did it get back?

A wooden spear, a vicious heart, a good son with a heart and heart.

With a bang, the old patriarch's raised hand weakly patted Songtsan's shoulder, and he was gasping for breath. In addition to despair, there was only regret in his eyes.