I Steal the Ancestors' Sacrifices to Nourish Myself-Chapter 125 - 67: Mutated Cultivators of the Northern Human Race—Destroyed With a Flick of the Hand!

Shen Can opened the eyelids of the person named Yun Han and saw the black vine-like curse at the corner of their eye.

He checked a few more people and found that everyone was similar to Yun Han, only differing in the amount of black lines in their eyes.

Finally, Shen Can looked at the figure that just attempted to rush towards the blood array, a middle-aged woman.

Her eyes lacked clarity, yet she had the overwhelming urge to devour the Xiaoyang Race.

After some examination, Shen Can realized that this small tribe was in the early stages like the Upper Lake Tribe, having just been infiltrated.

This kind of infiltration usually took a long time to quietly take effect, but the sudden attack by the Xiaoyang Race forced the Blood Witch to flee.

These people were different from the remaining people of the Upper Huang Division who were gathered by the tribe, the survivors from the Upper Huang Division did not have any visible curses in their eyes, which allowed them to escape amidst the chaos.

But the people of this tribe had drunk the sweet water given by the Blood Witch.

That equated to capturing them all in one sweep.

"Acan, they won't end up like Upper Lake and Upper Huang, will they?"

Huo Shan spoke up, having seen with his own eyes the ghostly state of Upper Huang in a single night.

The evil of the Blood Witch lies not in their strength, but in the fact that even a weak Blood Witch, given the opportunity and time, could destroy a small tribe.

Let alone a small tribe that looks like it's struggling to rebuild after a disaster.

"Yun Han, when this wizard arrived, did he bring anything special?"

Having followed Shen Can for such a long time, Huo Long was naturally familiar with the Blood Witch's methods. If they were not strong enough, Blood Witches would often use witch artifacts to assist them.

"He was a very kind old man who also taught us how to identify witch medicine and treat simple ailments. Oh, he carried a blue gourd with many patterns.

He said it was a Treasure Medicine Gourd, which could produce sweet water, and he let our tribe taste it."

"Where is the gourd?"

"The wizard took it with him."

...

As night fell, the witch array enveloped in blood mist gradually came to a stop.

A total of seven blood pills had been refined.

The small tribe still had three hundred and thirty-seven survivors, but their numbers kept decreasing.

Fortunately, the Blazing Flame Race soldiers arrived at the last moment; otherwise, these people would've been slaughtered.

Over these days, quite a few people were saved by ambushing the Xiaoyang Race soldiers camp, yet others were not like this tribe.

The Blood Witch's curse and the deep-seated hatred of Xiaoyang's blood sea had fused together.

While Shen Can was pondering, dozens of figures walked out of the valley, kneeling in front of Shen Can with a rustling sound.

The one leading them was a middle-aged martial artist with a severed arm, pale-faced, but his eyes intertwined with black blood, giving him an eerie look.

"Thank you, Upper Division Master, for saving our lives."

Shen Can gestured for the tribesmen to help these people up from the ground.

"I am Shi Jun." The lead martial artist looked back at the people following him, full of desolation; he, the strongest martial artist, at the Mountain Opening Realm, led them.

The Xiaoyang Race appeared too quickly, and their tribe was too small to react, let alone withstand Xiaoyang's attack.

The martial artists and young men were killed in droves by Xiaoyang immediately, and the women and children couldn't be protected. They survived, barely clinging onto the terrain of the valley.

"We want to follow the master to kill Xiaoyang."

"The remaining tribespeople hope the master will take them in."

...

Shen Can and the tribespeople around him looked at these people, unable to describe their emotions.

If they were not cursed, it would be fine, but bringing these people back to the tribe, once the curse erupts, they would have to be killed.

Unless that Blood Witch is found, but unfortunately, Shen Can used a black bird to search, and there was no trace nearby.

It seems the Blood Witch thought that this small tribe is doomed and went to find the next one directly.

"Come."

Shen Can looked at Shi Jun, beckoning him to follow him outside.

Without hesitation, Shi Jun followed Shen Can.

"Master."

Shi Jun also sensed something was wrong.

"Do you know about the Blood Witch?"

Shi Jun was a bit confused, only knowing about the wizard.

Shen Can explained the methods of the Blood Witch, and Shi Jun immediately understood, his body swaying violently, almost collapsing.

"You mean that even without Xiaoyang, our tribe would still be sacrificed by the Blood Witch?"

Shi Jun laughed bitterly, seemingly crying, stunned into silence.

"In the end, it's just death."

"Since it's death anyway, following the master to kill a few Xiaoyang is a way to avenge the tribe before dying."

Finally, Shi Jun spoke, his eyes filled with hope as he looked at Shen Can.

"Master, is there any hope for the young ones in the tribe?"

The curse affects not just the flesh but also the divine soul, which is something Shen Can doesn't fully understand either; he can't fix everything.

Previously, Tian Chuanshan relied solely on his deep-seated hatred against Xiaoyang after taking the Xiaoyang Blood Pill to barely hold on.

Without an answer from Shen Can, Shi Jun understood.

"If we can catch the Blood Witch who cast the curse and trace it to the sacrificial beast they serve, maybe there's hope."

"Catch the Blood Witch."

Shi Jun's expression first darkened, then brightened with determination.

"Master, the sacrificial beast must be very powerful."

Thinking of a single Blood Witch silently cursing the tribe, and considering the power of the sacrificial master the Blood Witch served, Shi Jun felt a bit forlorn.

He was the strongest in the tribe after all.

Shen Can didn't hide or cover up anything, letting Shi Jun come to ask for an opportunity himself, and immediately took out the blood pill just made, gesturing for Tian Chuanshan to come over.

Once Tian Chuanshan approached, under Shen Can's indication, he recounted consuming the Xiaoyang Blood Pill.

"You bear the Blood Witch's curse, and after consuming it, what changes may occur are still unknown. Should anything unusual arise, distinguishing neither friend nor foe, you will be killed."