This Text Adventure Game is definitely poisonous Chapter 1592 - 683 Under That Deep Blue Lake

"How could this happen?"

Skywolf looked shocked.

The lake jump event of the chanic from tens of thousands of years ago happened before he was born, so he never witnessed it with his own eyes.

But at this mont, he saw with his very own eyes Mu You disappearing without a trace in the lake, the scene so clear he couldn’t find any reason to numb himself.

Mu You, was not the Son of the Moon Festival...

Their plan had failed.

"Hmph, one reaps what one sows!"

The Clan Leader let out a cold snort, waved his hand aside: "Capture this traitor who colludes with outsiders for , rember to take him alive!"

Now that the Moon Eye was closed, indicating the end of today’s moon festival, things had reached a conclusion, his anger dissipating sowhat.

Next, it was ti to settle the issues properly.

During Skywolf’s state of shock, nurous Sentinels surrounded and rushed forward, pulling Skywolf down from the tree and pressing him onto the ground.

This ti, Skywolf did not resist.

The internal situation of the tribe had already reached a desperate point for him, Mu You’s appearance was his only hope, now that hope was dashed, the impact was beyond words.

Skywolf was tightly pinned to the ground by a dozen strong Sentinels, unable to move.

In the distance, the Clan Leader was already approaching quickly with a group of guards.

But no one noticed Youman, the elder behind the Clan Leader, cast a glance this way and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Behind the crowd holding down Skywolf, a Sentry suddenly sprang up, holding a sharp blade, slashing towards Skywolf’s head.

"Stop! I said capture him alive!" The Clan Leader was in a great hurry, yelling to stop him while quickening his pace.

Unfortunately, that person seed not to hear, his hand not only didn’t stop but accelerated instead.

Just as the blade was about to strike, with Skywolf about to et his untily death.

A loud shout erupted from behind, as Mu Luo charged out like a humanoid whirlwind, crashing through the crowd, his spear thrusting forward, accurately piercing the assailant’s chest and pinning him to the Forbidden Wood behind.

"Get out of my way!"

Mu Luo shouted as he charged into the fray, twirling his long spear to drive back the other savages, pulling Skywolf up from the ground in one swift motion.

Skywolf regained so semblance of clarity, realizing his situation, hurriedly drawing his bow and arrow, aiming at the surrounding savages.

The two of them stood back-to-back, surrounded by a large number of savages with no way to escape, forced to face their enemies that way. Although escape was impossible, together, their strength made them not so easy to subdue.

At this mont, none of the surrounding savages dared to approach easily; they could only hold their weapons, maintaining the encirclent, waiting for an opportunity.

"Everyone, stop! Can’t you understand human language?"

In the distance, the Clan Leader approached swiftly, cursing loudly: "Step back, everyone, and you two, stand still! Anyone who dares to make the first move will be guilty of the sa cri as the traitor!"

Under the Clan Leader’s command, the encirclent widened a bit, and the scene finally stabilized for the mont. Those hidden parasites still wanted to take action, but unfortunately, these two were too strong, making it difficult to kill them outright. With so many eyes watching, they had to pause temporarily lest they draw too much attention.

"Clan Leader, I have sothing to say!" Skywolf suddenly spoke, looking seriously at the Clan Leader.

"What does a traitor have to say?" Youman shouted angrily, looking at the Clan Leader and saying: "Clan Leader, these two have slaughtered their kin and disrupted the festival — they deserve death. I say we just take them down now!"

"No, let him speak!" The Clan Leader snorted coldly: "I want to hear what he has to say."

"I did make a mistake, I should have stopped him..." Skywolf shook his head and sighed.

"Oh? Have you finally co to your senses?" The Clan Leader sneered, feeling a slight relief; he didn’t truly wish for Skywolf to die. If Skywolf could realize his mistake in ti, efforts could be made to secure his survival.

"Yes, I have realized it. I shouldn’t have pinned our hopes for the Son of the Moon Festival on an outsider. The one to jump into the lake from the very beginning should not have been him, but !" Skywolf said, filled with regret.

"What?" The Clan Leader felt his vision go dark. This confession differed from what he’d imagined...

"Therefore, Clan Leader, I want to apply to beco the Living Sacrificer for tomorrow night!" Skywolf suddenly looked up, speaking resolutely.

"Heh, as per the clan rule, you’ve already been expelled from the tribe; do you think you still qualify to be a Life Sacrificer?" Youman laughed heartily.

Skywolf ignored Youman’s mockery and looked intently at the Clan Leader, awaiting his response.

The Clan Leader looked at him with a strange expression: "I never imagined you’d be deceived so thoroughly by that Fool... What kind of brainwashing did that kid do to you, making you so confident you think you could beco the Son of the Moon Festival?"

"No, it’s not that I can beco the Son of the Moon Festival; it’s that any tribesperson, jumping into the lake now, could beco the Son of the Moon Festival... except for those parasites!" Skywolf said.

"What do you an?" The Clan Leader asked in confusion, not noticing the dangerous gleams in the eyes of Youman and the other elders beside him.

"I finally understand everything! Mu You was right; the reason the forr king beca the Son of the Moon Festival was that the tribe faced a life-and-death decision. Now, the tribe has reached another point of life and death, and the reason why no Son of the Moon Festival has erged is not because we’re unworthy, but because, in the past three hundred years, all the Living Sacrificer slots have been occupied by parasites, leaving Moon Lake with no chance to choose a Son of the Moon Festival!" Skywolf proclaid loudly.