Chapter 101: Why (First Update)

  He used the Black Mountain tribe's chief's footsteps to guide him, and with their help, he found the reinforcements of the Black Mountain army. Then, in front of these people, he brutally killed the Black Mountain tribe's chief and beheaded him. This move was intentionally magnified by Su Ming several times, matching his current eerie appearance under the full moon. Immediately, his advantage reached its peak in an instant.

  Su Ming had to do this, his fatigue was deep, despite the nourishment of the moonlight, he still had to go and kill Shan Hen, for this traitor who was now wounded and escaped into the forest, Su Ming hated him to the bone.

  How to complete all goals under limited physical strength is the situation that Su Ming has to face now, so he will make these heart-attacking behaviors.

  Especially the death of the big Han who looked like the leader of the Black Mountain tribe, made Su Ming's behavior even more mysterious and terrifying, represented by the two words "evil" and "cruel". At that moment when Su Ming charged forward, the four reinforcements from Black Mountain had already lost their will to fight and were hastily retreating in an attempt to escape.

  In fact, even if there was no great Han with a similar appearance to the Black Mountain tribe, Su Ming would still use the same method to shock people's hearts in battle, achieving his goal of attacking their minds.

  In this not-so-large clearing, amidst the whizzing sounds were intermittent despairing voices before death. After a long while, as the place slowly returned to silence, Su Ming dragged his body and walked out step by step.

  His body had several more wounds, especially one that seemed to have cut into the bone. Under the moonlight, it gradually stopped bleeding, but Su Ming's face was as pale as the snow on the ground.

  Behind him lay four corpses, their fresh blood staining the snow-covered ground. They had paid the price for their invasion of Black Mountain.

  In fact, at this moment, the Black Mountain Department has already regretted their mistaken estimate of Niushan's rebellion and overestimated the strength of their own forces.

  This regret, in fact, they had already felt it in the jungle at the trap site, but they had fought to that extent, and the barbarians did not issue orders, they dared not retreat, and could only go wrong.

  However, there were still some wounded members of the Black Mountain tribe who were shocked by the desperate fight of the Bird Mountain tribe. They did not continue to pursue or return to the Black Mountain tribe, but instead dispersed and retreated deep into the forest, trying to use their injuries as an excuse to stop fighting.

  The madness of Wushan Department left a deep impression on them.

  Su Ming swiftly followed the trail, panting heavily as he tracked the faint marks on the ground, using the tracking skills he had naturally learned from his childhood in the forest, searching for Shan Hen!

  He wanted to find this person, Dai Nan Song, on behalf of the entire Toriko clan, on behalf of all the familiar faces who had died in the trap, to ask Shan Hen a question.

  The rumbling in the sky continued, Su Ming knew that Ah Gong was fighting with his life to hold back the black mountain Bi Tu, and they were still battling on.

  He used everything he could to protect the safety of his people, Su Ming was silent, but the determination and firmness in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest.

  As he advanced forward, following the trail left by the mountain marks, Su Ming rushed to pursue, and on this journey, from within, Su Ming saw a corpse, those corpses were all the clansmen who had chosen to stay behind along the way.

  As he looked at these tribesmen, Su Ming's heart was filled with sorrow and deep respect. As he walked past the bodies of each tribesman, his footsteps came to a stop in the dense forest far away.

  In front of him was a large tree, under which leaned a young man. His hands hung down, and by his right hand lay a bone knife, its blade stained with dried blood that had caked over several holes in it.

  Su Ming approached, gazing at the deceased Liu Dian. His body had stiffened, his lifeless eyes staring up at the sky. It was unknown what he had been looking at before his death. Perhaps, like the funeral dirge of Bird Mountain, he was asking: whose gaze was that blue in the sky, and to whom did the twinkling stars of the black night belong?

  Looking at Liu Di, Su Ming slowly squatted down, picked up the bone-made flute and put it in his arms.

  He couldn't forget many nights, the sound of that dissatisfied humming noise echoing in the quiet tribe, and even several times, he wanted to go find that guy, but endured.

  Now, Su Ming closed his eyes, he really wanted to listen to the melancholic melody again, but the person who played it had already left.

  Su Ming left.

  With its speed, with the countless silk threads dancing behind it in the moonlight, Su Ming chased out of the forest, following the footprints on the mountain trail.

  The footprints on the ground that belonged to Shanhe were very disordered, which meant that not only was Shanhe seriously injured, but his mind was also in a mess. That's why he neglected to cover up while escaping.

  Or perhaps he didn't expect that there would be such a small person who would pursue him to the death. Otherwise, as the leader of the Bird Mountain Hunting Team, his familiarity with the forest was not inferior to Su Ming's by half a point.

  The chase continued as time passed, and when the sky was already completely dark at night, the full moon in the sky, its light shining down, the surrounding starlight all dimmed, even the rolling fog in the sky seemed to be unable to cover it up. At that time, Su Ming walked to the ditch drawn by his grandfather to block the footsteps of the black mountain killer, and the light curtain was already broken and gone.

  At this place, Su Ming saw Niao La, she was quietly lying there, as if smiling.

  As he looked at Niola, Su Ming quietly walked up to her, gazing at her pale and blurry face, and seemed to hear the words she had spoken before her death echoing in his ears.

  "Are you Mo Su?"

  Standing beside Niao La's corpse, after a long while, Su Ming suddenly lifted his foot and walked out.

  As he walked through here, Su Ming arrived at the place where Bi Sui was killed. Bi Sui's corpse had already disappeared, clearly taken away by someone.

  This rapid journey, the scenes Su Ming saw, made him seem to recall the brutal tribal wars once again, and he deeply remembered them in his mind until he arrived at a place where his body trembled.

  Here, still in the jungle, in front of Su Ming, he saw a mess of flesh and blood all over the ground. Only the pale hair on the ground revealed familiar old figures that Su Ming knew.

  This land is where the tribe migrated, and just left that trap place. The old people in the tribe chose to stay here. Those old people are gone, the desolate wind blows across the land, blowing up the snow on the ground, as well as those scattered white hairs.

  They asked Grandpa for something that could make their flesh and blood explode, using the remaining life to laugh loudly in the past when they were young and carefree, when the pursuing soldiers of Hei Shan arrived, transforming into a series of loud explosions.

  Su Ming deeply bowed towards this bloody land. These ordinary elderly people of the tribe, like the barbarians who died in battle, were worthy of respect.

  Silently lifting his footsteps, Su Ming walked across the snowy ground. Along the way, he found the five arrows with bird heads and put them behind him.

  As he pursued them, he came to the place of this battle where most people died and was the most tragic. Here is where the Black Mountain bandits' trap was located.

  Looking at this treacherous land, Su Ming's killing intent towards Shan Hen grew heavier.

  The ground was littered with corpses, especially in front of Mu Ming. Those more than a dozen young men who were originally lazy and gluttonous in the tribe, they charged out without hesitation, scene after scene, making Su Ming's heart seem to ache again.

  He followed the footprints of Shanhe, and those footprints told Su Ming that what he saw was also seen by Shanhe when he was escaping. Even in these places, Shanhe's footprints were clearly heavier, as if he had stopped here before.

  "Shanhe, where you want to go... will it be there..." Su Ming murmured, his expression complex. From a very young age, Shanhe was the leader of the hunting party in the tribe, and even along with the female leader, they were the elders and strong ones that the Lasu people in the tribe worshipped.

  Two people with different personalities, although the female lead is more popular among the Lasus, but Shanhe's indifference also makes those Lasus feel a sense of protection while being afraid.

  Perhaps he had to be indifferent, as the leader of the hunting party, guarding Bird Mountain and providing enough food, which made him spend most of his time outside fighting with wild beasts, seeing too many bloody scars. He may have smiled too, but this smile often only appeared on the face of the hidden mountain scar when the tribe people cheered because no one had starved to death due to sufficient food.

  His smile, most people in the tribe couldn't see it.

  Why would such a person betray his own kind? Su Ming walked silently through the treacherous terrain, no longer looking at the footprints on the ground. He had already guessed where the mountain marks were located at this moment.

  Having passed through the previous trap, under that moonlit night, Su Ming transformed into a red rainbow heading forward. Gradually, as time elapsed, in front of Su Ming, a silhouette appeared vaguely in the dark of night.

  There, laughter once existed, joy and beauty once existed. Every night, bonfires would light up the surroundings, with tribal dances and the playful antics of the Rasus in the dead of night.

  There, carrying Su Ming's 16 years of memories, now is a desolate scene, a broken scene, a scene of ruins.

  There is their Bird Mountain tribe.

  Under the moonlight, as Su Ming approached, he saw in the center of the tribe that had lost its gate, on the snowy ground, amidst the chaos and disorder, a man kneeling there, crying.

  His crying voice was very clear in the quiet night, echoing around, and the sadness that came out of his cry made Su Ming's footsteps pause.

  "Is this sorrow real..." Su Ming clenched his fists and walked forward resolutely. As he approached, when he passed the broken gate of the tribe, a hundred feet away from the crying man, Su Ming stopped.

  He looked at the man's back, listening to his painful cry, looking at the home in front of him, Su Ming's heart was like being stabbed by a knife.

  "Why!"