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Maha followed the tribal man and went to the dungeon together.

A mixture of decay and blood smelled disgusting.

In the dim light, the torches flickered with a faint glow, illuminating the men and women with their hands and feet bound.

He walked slowly forward, his eyes wandering among them.

Soon, he found many people like Gudo.
They are either thin or strong, but without exception, they all have a wolf head in their hands.

Maha stopped and looked at one of the young men.
Maha said, "Are you all from the Wolf Tribe?"

The young man's eyes were full of hatred, and he just snorted coldly.

Instead, there was a woman who took the initiative to speak, and was extremely flattering, as if she could be released because of that.

Maha asked a few more questions, such as the original situation of the tribe, the reason for being captured, etc.
The woman only answered intermittently and didn't know much.

Maha listened, and without staying for long, he turned around and left the dungeon after asking.

Walking out of the dungeon, the fresh air outside refreshed Maha.

His thoughts were still on those people, and Guduo's image appeared in his mind.

He thought of Guduo's sheepskin and kept imagining the pattern on it.

Every time he visualized, his body would feel warm and his body would become stronger.

“I wonder if these people in the Wolf Tribe know the source of this sheepskin.”

Maha lowered his head in thought, secretly calculating in his mind.

He decided to survive in the tribe as Xinrao.

As a subordinate of the Jingyuan Temple, this tribe may be able to allow him to get in touch with the truth of the temple.

Now he has possessed some of the power of the Giant Ape Mountain God.

But he knew clearly that the Jingyuan Temple could wield great power in this land.

To enslave so many tribes, one must be extremely powerful.

It is not easy to completely destroy the Jingyuan Temple.
His current strength is not enough to do it.

Night fell quietly, covering the entire tribe.

The campfire in the camp swayed in the night breeze, making crackling sounds and reflecting people's faces.

A tribe member hurried to Maha's residence and reported anxiously:

"Master Xinrao, it's bad. The alien monkey we brought back earlier has escaped!"

When Maha heard the news, he raised his head slightly.

There was no trace of surprise on his face, and his eyes were extremely calm:
"I know, it's okay."

The tribe member was stunned for a moment. He originally thought that he would be reprimanded by Lord Xinrao.

He didn't expect the other party to be so calm. He was a little confused.

But he didn't dare to ask more questions and hurried out.

It was late at night and everything was silent.

Only the occasional howls of wild beasts broke the tranquility of the night.

Maha lay on the bed, but he was not sleepy.

His mind was constantly thinking about the next plan and how to obtain more information about the Jingyuan Temple.

Just then, there was a sound of light footsteps outside the tent.

Maha became alert instantly. He narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the entrance of the tent.

Soon, the curtain of the tent was lifted and a figure walked in.

With the faint moonlight, Maha could see the person clearly. She was a young girl from the tribe.

If he remembered correctly, other tribesmen should call her "Wu Ya" during the day.

Wuya was extremely nervous at the moment. She looked directly at Maha, but also said straight to the point:

"You...are not Xinrao..."

Maha's heart tightened, but he remained calm.

He didn't say anything, just looked at Wu Ya quietly.

Seeing that Maha did not respond, Wuya continued:

"Xinrao's eyes are full of evil and greed, but your eyes have something that he doesn't have. I guess Xinrao is dead."

Although her voice was trembling, her tone was very certain.

Maha remained silent, quickly analyzing the situation in his mind.

This Wu Ya doesn't look simple. She can actually be so keenly aware of her identity.

He didn't know what Wuya's real purpose was, nor did he know whether she would cause him trouble.

While Maha was thinking, Wuya suddenly knelt down and said, "You must be the mountain ape. You are definitely not an ordinary alien species. You must be the mountain god!"

Maha listened and narrowed his eyes instantly.

If necessary, he could kill the girl in an instant.

Wuya continued:
"Lord Mountain God, please save the people of our tribe!"

"We have been oppressed by the Jingyuan Temple for too long. We have had enough of this kind of life."

Maha looked at Wuya who was kneeling on the ground and felt a little surprised.

He didn't expect Wu Ya to mistake him for a mountain god and ask him for help.

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes, not knowing whether he should believe Wuya.
But he also understood that Wu Ya's appearance might be an opportunity.

Maha stood there, seemingly unmoved.

But Wuya did not give up. She bit her lip and began to tell her life story:

"Our tribe has lived on this land since a long time ago."

"However, the emergence of the Jingyuan Temple has completely changed everything."

"In order to force our tribe to surrender, the Jingyuan Temple gave Xinrao powerful witchcraft."

"Xin Rao was once our most beloved elder."

“But the Jingyuan Temple has made Xinrao an accomplice in oppressing us.”

"My father, he is a brave man." Wuya's voice choked, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"He was unwilling to see our tribe enslaved like this, and he was unwilling to see our people living in fear."

"He led the rebellion against the Temple of Essence, trying to gain our freedom."

"But...but they are too powerful."

Wu Ya burst into tears and paused for a long time before continuing:

"They captured my father and brutally killed him in front of all the tribesmen."

"My mother wanted to avenge my father, but she was also captured by them and became a sacrifice in a blood sacrifice."

Wu Ya knelt on the ground: "Since then, I have lost my parents and my home."

"I am living on so that I can one day avenge them and free our tribe."

After saying that, Wuya raised her head and looked at Maha with expectation in her eyes, "I know... you have great power."

"Please, help us."

After Wuya finished telling her life story, Maha remained silent.

But Maha also knew that Wuya was very similar to himself now.

It's just that Wuya was luckier, and not the entire tribe was killed.

After a long while, he finally asked, "How much do you know about the Jingyuan Temple?" Wu Ya raised her head, revealing a trace of helplessness and guilt, and whispered:
"I...I don't know much."

"All we know is that they are powerful, cruel, and do whatever they want in this vast wilderness."

"They expanded everywhere, enslaved various tribes, and showed no mercy to those who resisted."

"As for their specific strength and internal structure, I... I really don't know."

Maha frowned slightly, and a hint of thought flashed in his eyes.

He had long expected that the Jingyuan Temple would act in secret, and it would be difficult for a tribal girl like Wu Ya, who was at the bottom of the society, to learn too much core information.

But he still held a glimmer of hope in his heart, hoping to find some breakthrough from Wu Ya.

After pondering for a while, Maha's gaze fell on Wuya again.

Her thin body looked particularly frail in the dim light, and there were still traces of tears on her face.

Maha thought to himself, although this girl didn't know much,

But the hatred towards the Jingyuan Temple is real, and perhaps it can become a help to him in this tribe.

"Get up." Maha's voice was still low, but there was a hint of gentleness in his tone, "From now on, you stay by my side."

Wu Ya raised her head, a hint of surprise and confusion flashed in her eyes.

She looked at Maha in disbelief and asked, "You...you mean, let me stay with you?"

Maha nodded slightly.

A layer of mist welled up in Wuya's eyes.
She quickly stood up, bowed deeply to Maha, and said:

"Thank you, sir. I will listen to you and do anything for you."

Maha nodded slightly and said nothing more.

Wu Ya began to take off her clothes.

Seeing this, Maha quickly stopped her and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wu Ya said, "Sir, I don't have a man yet."

Maha sighed: "No need to do this, just put on your clothes."

Wuya still stood there until Maha came over and helped her put on her clothes.

The next morning, the sun shone on the earth.

Wuya followed Maha, walking carefully.

When the tribesmen saw her, they all looked at her in surprise.

To these tribesmen, Wuya is the daughter of a sinner.

And now, she can actually follow Lord Xinrao,
This is an extremely incredible thing for them.

"Why is she with Lord Xinrao?"

"Humph, the daughter of a criminal, you still want to cling to Lord Xinrao, you really don't know your place."

"Maybe she used some seductive tricks, otherwise why would Lord Xinrao like her?"

These harsh discussions reached Wuya's ears.

Her body trembled slightly and a hint of pain flashed in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

She secretly glanced at Maha beside her, and saw that he had a calm expression and steady steps, as if he didn't hear the discussions at all.

At this moment, a tribal man ran over in a hurry.
With a hint of nervousness on his face, he bowed his head respectfully in front of Maha and said:
"Lord Xinrao, the blood sacrifice ceremony is tomorrow. How should we prepare?"

Maha narrowed his eyes slightly and said in a cold tone:
"Just do what needs to be done. Follow the rules and don't make any mistakes."

The tribal man nodded quickly, a look of relief on his face, and said:

"Yes, Master Xinrao, we will do as you say."

After saying that, he left in a hurry.

Looking at the man's departing back, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in Maha's eyes.

His so-called blood sacrifice is nothing but a cruel means for the Jingyuan Temple to disregard human lives and consolidate its rule.

He couldn't let the remnants of the Wolf Tribe die like this.
At the same time, Maha also wanted to take this opportunity to find out the truth about the Jingyuan Temple.

Maha then began to move around in the camp as the priest Shinrao.

His eyes seemed to be scanning the surroundings casually, but in fact he was carefully observing the layout and personnel structure of the camp.

In the camp, simple wooden houses and tents are scattered around, with a winding path running through them.

The patrolling warriors wore rough animal skins, carried weapons, and occasionally exchanged a few words with the tribesmen passing by.

Maha noticed that at the edge of the camp, there were several separate wooden houses that looked relatively large and luxurious.
But now, no one lives in these wooden houses.

He guessed that these should be reserved for the priests of the Jingyuan Temple to live in.

As he went deeper, Maha gradually realized that the people here were roughly divided into three categories:
One is the ordinary people of the tribe, who are responsible for daily work.

The second group is tribal warriors, who worship the Jingyuan Temple as their master and obey their orders.

There are also special personnel like the witch doctor Xinrao played by him, who have direct connection with the Jingyuan Temple.

When Maha arrived at the center of the camp, an altar came into view.

On the altar, several shirtless men were busy making preparations.

The altar was made of rough stones, covered with bloodstains.
The surrounding area is filled with human skulls.

Just then, a noisy sound of footsteps was heard.

Someone came running over and said to Maha, "Master Xinrao, Master Black Viper is here!"

Maha's heart suddenly tightened and he followed the man.

Soon, he saw the black viper.

The Black Viper is tall and wears a robe of beasts.
This kind of robe is made of fur from hundreds of animals and is extremely precious.

The temple warriors lined up neatly behind the Black Viper, holding bone spears.

Black Viper strode forward, and when he passed by Maha,

He just glanced at him casually and didn't even look at Xinrao.

Maha snorted in his heart, but nodded slightly on the surface without saying anything.

Black Viper took big strides and walked directly to the altar.

At this time, he turned his gaze towards Maha and asked:
"How are the preparations for the sacrifice going? Don't let anything go wrong. This blood sacrifice ceremony is the most important thing for the temple and cannot afford to fail."

Maha was not in a hurry. He bowed slightly and said, "Don't worry, Lord Black Viper. Everything is ready."

"The sacrifice is being kept in the dungeon, and the altar is almost ready, waiting for the ceremony to begin tomorrow."

A hint of barely perceptible satisfaction flashed across Black Viper's eyes, and he nodded and said:
"That's great. We are exhausted after all this journey. Let's rest first. The ceremony tomorrow must go smoothly."

Maha replied respectfully, "Yes, Lord Black Viper, please do as you wish."

When Black Viper turned around and was about to leave, Maha's eyes rolled and he quickly raised his voice and instructed the tribesmen around him:

"Lord Black Viper and the other temple warriors have come from afar, everyone cheer up!"

"Tonight, we will sing and dance so that Lord Black Viper can relax!"

When the tribesmen heard the order, although they had their own ideas, they did not dare to disobey and they all took action.

Soon, several bonfires were lit in the camp and grills were set up.

The fat meat was skewered on wooden sticks and roasted over a fire, with fat dripping onto the charcoal.
It makes a sizzling sound and the aroma fills the air.

At the same time, the young women in the tribe changed into simple animal skin clothes.

And holding simple musical instruments, they began to play cheerful tunes.

The men also gathered around the campfire, helping to grill the meat while clapping and stamping their feet to the rhythm. (End of this chapter)