Reincarnated as a sacred tree, I create a family of Yin soldiers

The shout from Chen Tianquan also startled the others.

When they looked carefully at the faces on the white fruits, they were all shocked.

"Is that the great uncle?"

"That looks like my uncle?"

"That fruit looks a bit like my grandfather?"

"Why is my father hanging on the tree! Woohoo!"

...

The crowd was noisy and uneasy, and countless clansmen came to recognize their relatives after hearing the news.

Although there were spirit tablets in the family ancestral hall, there were no portraits of the deceased family elders. Seeing the portraits and thinking of the deceased made it difficult for many clansmen to calm down.

"What did you say?"

In the room, Chen Xingzhen stood up suddenly and looked at the clansmen in front of him.

"Clan leader, go and have a look. Those fruits are too unusual. I didn't dare to look at them for too long..."

After getting the confirmation from the clansmen, Chen Xingzhen immediately quickened his pace and ran towards the ancestral hall.

The clansmen came to report yesterday that the sacred tree was normal. Why did such a big change happen so early this morning?

In the past few days, he looked up the remaining family information and found a little information about the fruits of the family's sacred tree, but the description was completely different from the fruits on the sacred tree today.

This made him feel more and more uneasy, and it seemed to be fulfilled today.

Unfortunately, the elders of the family in the past are now buried, and he can't know the reason for this from other people in the family.

In addition, when the family migrated here, they accidentally broke the secret technique of communicating with the sacred tree, so he couldn't get the specific situation from the sacred tree.

Before Chen Xingzhen walked to the ancestral hall, he heard the cries of many clansmen.

They were still shouting words like "uncle, grandfather".

This made Chen Xingzhen frown even more. What happened here?

"Quickly make way, the clan leader is coming, the clan leader is coming!"

The arrival of Chen Xingzhen calmed down the emotions of many clansmen a little. After all, the current situation is really puzzling, and they are eager to know the reason for this situation.

Chen Xingzhen, who was being watched by many tribesmen, did not care about his identity as the tribe leader this time. Instead, he took two steps at a time and quickly rushed to the bottom of the ancestral hall.

When Chen Xingzhen saw the white fruits with human faces in front of him, even though he had seen many scenes, he could not help but stand there in a daze.

"What is that?"

Chen Xingzhen's eyes swept over the white fruits one by one, and the expression on his face changed from the initial calmness to the current shock and bewilderment.

Looking at the faces on the white fruits, Chen Xingzhen's slightly wrinkled eyes became a little moist.

It was because he saw the dead tribesmen and elders in these faces, and the scenes of the past also emerged from his mind at this moment.

Those were all faces he had met in his dreams!

When Chen Xingzhen looked up at the white fruit on the top of the sacred tree, he could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, and immediately knelt on the ground, crying out sadly:

"Dad!"

Ah?

Many tribesmen behind him were confused when they saw this, but they saw that the tribe leader was kneeling and crying.

Other tribesmen could not hold back their sadness at this moment, and they cried together while looking at the face on the white fruit.

For a while, the whole ancestral hall was filled with the sorrow of the tribesmen.

Outside the ancestral hall, Chen Qinghe and Chen Qingmeng, who heard that something big had happened to the family, also rushed back from the fields quickly.

At this moment, the two of them were still holding hoes for digging the ground.

The family had a lot of work to do, and before winter came, the family wanted to plant a crop of blood rice. The two also wanted to contribute to the family, so they took the initiative to volunteer to plant the land and hone their bodies to reach the middle stage of the body tempering realm as soon as possible.

But when the two just arrived at the gate of the ancestral hall, they saw the tribe leader kneeling and crying.

Facing the scene in front of them, the two scratched their heads helplessly.

They were still young, and they didn't know the faces on the white fruit, so naturally they didn't have the same emotions as other tribesmen.

However, one of the white fruits was somewhat similar to his brother Chen Qingyu.

Just when Chen Qinghe was at a loss, Chen Qingmeng suddenly asked:

"Qinghe, what should we call the clan leader's father?"

After hearing this sudden question, Chen Qinghe was also stunned.

Although they usually call the clan leader, according to the family hierarchy, they should call Chen Xingzhen's fourth uncle.

What do they call the fourth uncle's father?

Chen Qinghe thought for a while, and the answer came to his eyes:

"Call him ancestor!"

But then Chen Qinghe shook his head suddenly. Is it time to think about this now?

"Qingmeng, let's go and find other family members."

After saying that, Chen Qinghe pulled Chen Qingmeng and ran.

The scene in the ancestral hall had a great impact on him. Even the clan leader was kneeling on the ground and crying. He didn't know what to do. In this case, he naturally had to call for help.

It's a pity that his father and his brother Chen Qingyu, several blood coagulation realm warriors, have been searching for the traces of the Li family outside these days and have not returned yet.

Just as they were about to inform other members of the clan, they ran into several dusty figures at the gate of the clan.

Chen Qinghe stopped to look, and then his face lit up. It turned out that his father and Chen Qingyu had returned.

The two hurriedly ran towards them.

Chen Tianjing and his friends who were returning from outside were also a little puzzled. Although the Li family was no longer a concern, why was there not even a guard at the gate of the clan? After returning to the clan, they did not meet many clan members.

However, when they saw Chen Qinghe and Chen Qingmeng running over, they also stopped.

"Huh, dad, our ancestors are hanging on the tree, go and take a look!"

"By the way, Brother Qingyu and your father are also hanging on the tree!"

Chen Qinghe said a little hastily and hurriedly.

Chen Tianjing's expression changed as soon as Chen Qinghe blurted out his first sentence.

When Chen Qinghe said the second sentence, Chen Tianjing felt even worse. He turned around and saw Chen Qingyu's face was gloomy.

Chen Tianjing immediately said angrily:

"You are a traitor, you treason, let's see if I don't beat you to death today!"

After saying that, Chen Tianjing had already untied the belt made of beetle sinew around his waist and was ready to take action.

At this time, Chen Qingmeng on the side also said anxiously:

"What Qinghe said is true, they are all hanging on the tree."

Seeing that the two of them didn't look like they were lying, Chen Tianyu frowned slightly, stopped Chen Tianjing who was about to take action, and then said:

"Tianjing, don't be too busy doing it. Let's go to the ancestral hall quickly."

"Little bastard, I'll deal with you when I get back!"

Chen Tianjing suppressed his anger and several people quickly rushed towards the ancestral hall.

Before arriving at the ancestral hall, the three of them heard cries coming from the ancestral hall.

This made the three of them feel cold and quickened their pace.

When the three of them entered the ancestral hall, they saw many clansmen kneeling and crying.

This made the three of them feel even worse. Looking at the white fruits on the sacred tree in front of them, their expressions changed.

However, the three of them are also blood coagulation realm warriors. Especially after seeing the obviously abnormal scene in front of them, they were wary and did not fall into it.

"Where is the patriarch? Where is the patriarch?"

Chen Tianjing asked while grabbing the clansman who was still crying for his father and mother.

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