My younger brother Lü Fengxian

Chapter 31 Will the first person to create clay figures for burials have no descendants? (Three more chapters)
The Zhade tribe's tent was in a mess.

From time to time, the men's lewd laughter and the women's screams could be heard.

However, the guards stationed outside the big tent did not look away and did not dare to take a step further.

This is not to say that the moral standards of these guards are so high.

However, Ang Riduo’s power in the Zhade tribe was too great, and he might be killed if he did not do what they wanted.

Anyway, to Angzhiduo, his only son Zador was the only person who could be considered a human being in the entire Zade tribe.

Even the Han military advisor whom he relied on was just a dog he raised.

As for the others, even the middle-aged men who were the backbone of the tribe were just higher-level slaves in his eyes.

Whatever is lacking, he will plunder.

Without men, he could annex other tribes to replenish quickly.

Without women, he could cross the Great Wall to attack cities and plunder.

Without any wealth or goods, the passing caravans became his natural warehouses.

Without cattle and sheep, it would be even simpler, as this grassland would be Ang Riduo's private hunting ground.

He is the uncrowned king of this grassland!

However, today his good luck came to an end because of the appearance of a stranger.

"Master Patriarch, something terrible has happened!"

Just when Ang Riduo was most excited and comfortable, suddenly, the guards' panicked and terrified voices outside the door disturbed his mood.

"Damn it! Who is so blind as to disturb my chief while he is having fun?" Ang Riduo, whose interest was disturbed, cursed angrily, threw on a gorgeous felt, grabbed the horsewhip and rushed out of the tent.

Just when he was about to whip the guard who disturbed his interest with a hundred whips, he saw a corpse lying quietly outside the big tent and he felt like he was electrocuted. He stood there in a daze, and even the whip in his hand fell to the ground without being moved.

The corpse was exactly the body of Angrido's only son, Zador, which Qin Han brought back.

"Z-Zador?"

Ang Riduo felt as if he was in a nightmare.

If it wasn't a nightmare, why would the Eternal Heaven let him lose his son in his old age?

It's just that this nightmare seems too real.

The reality doesn't seem like a dream.

"Is this Zador?"

"My only son?"

Ang Riduo stared blankly at the guards beside him, as if to confirm his guess to them.

But everyone present was trembling with fear and didn't dare to respond to him.

Seeing that no one answered him, Ang Riduo had no choice but to walk to Zador's body in a daze, squatted down and touched Zador's cold and stiff face.

The cold touch coming from the hand once again reminded its owner that all this was not just a dream.

However, Ang Riduo was unwilling to wake up. He just squatted there, staring blankly at Zador's pale face, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this time, the traitorous military advisor, dressed in his clothes, came late and walked out of the tent.

"What! The young patriarch is dead!"

"Who killed the young patriarch!?"

When he saw the only young chief of the tribe he served died tragically in front of him, he screamed and woke up Ang Riduo who was in a nightmare.

"Yes!"

Ang Riduo's dull face gradually became distorted, and the tremendous hatred in his heart was so great that even the blind could see it and the deaf could hear it.

"Who killed the young patriarch!?"

Ang Riduo repeated the question asked by the Han military advisor, slowly stood up, and walked to a guard with a terrified face.

"Say!"

The tall Ang Riduo grabbed the guard's hair with his left hand, and his angry face pressed against his frightened face.

His right hand pulled out the scimitar that the guard had inserted at his waist, and the sharp tip of the knife pressed tightly against the fragile throat.

“Qi, report to the clan leader… ah…!”

The guard was killed by Ang Riduo's knife before he could finish his sentence.

"Who killed the young patriarch!?"

"Speak!" Ang Riduo did the same thing, grabbed another poor guard and asked for the second time.

"I don't know...ah...!"

The second guard also had a look of horror on his face, he realized that the first guard died because he was too slow to answer, so he blurted out the answer.

Obviously, he had not fully understood the furious Ang Riduo. The answer Ang Riduo wanted should not only be quick but also accurate enough.

The first guard's blood had not yet dried, and the second guard was not even completely dead.

The third lucky unlucky guy immediately appeared.

This time, the clever guard didn't wait for Ang Riduo to ask questions. He immediately stretched out his trembling finger and pointed at Qin Han who was kneeling quietly beside him, and said immediately.

"he knows!"

"what!"

But he obviously underestimated Ang Rido's brutality.

Even though he had gotten the answer he wanted, this lucky but unlucky guard still followed in the footsteps of the two before him. As Ang Riduo struck with all his might, his screams abruptly stopped as his head flew high into the air.

It is said that he was unlucky because he was chosen by Ang Rido.

To say that he was lucky is simply because his death was less painful. At least he died much faster than the previous two brothers.

The guard's headless body fell limply, but even then, he did his best to take one final act of revenge - spraying the blood of his murderer all over his body.

Ang Riduo, covered in blood, was like a Shura from hell. He grabbed Qin Han, who was kneeling on the ground, and put his bloody face in front of another face again.

The difference is that this delicate face is extremely calm, and there is not a trace of fear in the black and white eyes.

"Who killed the young patriarch!?"

"Say!"

"It's Huyabu!"

"The young master was killed by the Hunye tribe in the nameless valley twenty miles to the east. I risked my life to break out and brought back the young master's body. The rest of us are still in the valley resisting the Hunye tribe's attack."

Qin Han's eyes flashed, and he simply uttered two sentences, one short and one long.

The short sentence clearly defines the target of revenge for Ang Riduo.

The long sentence indicates where he was buried.

He made up a lot of lies on the way, but now it seems that none of them are useful.

Everyone underestimated Ang Riduo's love for his son. This evil ghost, who has now completely lost his mind, will definitely take all the people of the Zhade tribe back to hell.

"Mother, I have avenged you today!" Looking at the scimitar raised high by Ang Riduo, Qin Han calmly closed his eyes, waiting for death to come.

"Slow down!" The military advisor hurried forward and grabbed the scimitar that Ang Riduo was about to chop down.

"Master Patriarch, wait a minute and kill!"

It's not that this traitorous military advisor has a change of heart and wants to save the young slave fellow in front of him.

At present, Qin Han is the only witness to Zador's death and can still be used.

"It won't be too late to kill this slave after I've avenged this!"

"The military advisor reminded me!" After this reminder, Ang Riduo regained a little sanity and quickly gave orders loudly.

"All the men of the Zhade tribe, as long as they can mount a warhorse and hold a scimitar, should follow this tribe leader to avenge the young tribe leader against the Hunye tribe!"

"Yes!" The guards around seemed to be pardoned and quickly scattered to convey Ang Riduo's order to the tribe.

"You lowly slave, guide the way ahead for this clan leader!" Ang Riduo threw Qin Han, who was in his grasp, aside.

The tremendous force caused Qin Han to fall heavily to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

"What? You don't want to?" Seeing that Qin Han didn't move, Ang Riduo asked unhappily.

"Guide your enemies to the direction of hell?"

Qin Han, who was still lying on the ground, suddenly showed a ferocious smile when he heard this.

"I will gladly serve you?......!"

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The original plan was to kill off this tragic extra Qin Han.

Now I suddenly feel a little shaken.

I have not yet heard what you all think?

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(End of this chapter)