Chapter 1713

Last night, many people saw Kulun go to the Nevin river with his long dead Qi'er.

Some people even went to check Qi'er's breath to make sure he was really dead, even his body was cold.

How? How can we survive now!

"Cullen, you You were not yesterday Isn't Qi'er dead? "

Kulun looked at Xiyue gratefully and said in a long voice: "listen to me, Xiyue is the goddess sent by heaven to save our cangda tribe. Because of her, Qi'er can come back to life! "

"What?! Come back from the dead! "

"How could it be?! Can't even a witch doctor do it? "

Everyone looked unbelievable, but the child stood there with good manners.

Maurice turned black and glared at Cullen. "Cullen, don't bewitch people here. The witch doctor is the servant of God. Where is this woman from? She has bewildered your mind. Come and get him! "

"Wait!" Kulun shouted in a hurry, and met Maury's fierce eyes. He shrunk a little, but he thought of something, and soon calmed down again.

He raised his voice even higher, almost shouting: "and there is another thing, the goddess told me, the disaster of our tribe is not the punishment and curse of the gods, but a disease, a disease called plague. Moreover, this disease can be cured without burning people to sacrifice gods! "

"What are you talking about, Cullen?"

"Cullen, do you know what you're talking about?"

Everyone around the altar was rioting.

To them, it's a real shock.

Kulun took a deep breath, bent down, picked up Qi'er, and held him up high for everyone to see. "If you don't believe it, you can come to see Qi'er. Qi'er had a high fever yesterday, kept vomiting, and even fainted with convulsions."

"However, after the treatment of the goddess, he doesn't burn at all. He just had a breakfast and didn't vomit at all."

This speech, let everybody more riot, in the heart is full of hope and panic.

A few old people who knew some medical skills went to see it, and immediately shook hands and said, "it's getting better. It's really getting better."

"Qi'er -!" A woman's cry came, and soon a woman with vomit on her clothes got into the crowd, checking the boy up and down to make sure that he was still alive, and then she cried and held the man in her arms, "Qi'er, my Qi'er, you are still alive, that's great, wu'er, that's great!"

Qi'er didn't dislike the dirt on the woman at all, but said happily: "Mom, mom, you see I'm really good. I didn't feel hot or cold. I also had a meat bun this morning. It was given to me by sister shennu. It was delicious. I'll tell you, sister shennu is so powerful... "

The little boy's garrulous words were a bit messy, but everyone could see that he was full of gas.

Is this really not the curse of the gods? Can it really be cured?

The patriarch tightly clenched his hands into fists, walked to Xi Yue step by step, and trembled, "Qi'er is cured by you?"

Xi Yue nodded.

"Here It's not really God's punishment, it's just a disease? And a disease that can be cured? "

When the old man spoke, because he was too excited, the snot that flowed to his lips all blew bubbles, which was particularly funny.