In the distance, the rumbling drums, melodious bells, and the sound of flutes, seers, pan flutes, and chis came.

There is also a woman's singing voice vaguely, the singing voice is tactful and weird, the key is unique and somewhat evil and ethereal, mixed with the male ghost-like voice, which is completely different from the music of Qi and Lu.

That's a unique tune in Chudi.

Listening to that voice, the past slowly emerged.

Gu Xiaobai still remembers that back then, with the majesty of the Qi State, he led the coalition army to expedition to the Chu State, and with the authority of the overlord, the Chu State had to surrender and admit defeat.

The state of Chu offered a singer and a maiko musician to play Chu songs and dances for himself to please himself, and when he left, he also sent a group of music and dancers from Chu to him to enrich his court band.

And 200 years later, Qi is still a behemoth, but the state of Lu, which used to be able to wrestle with Qi, has declined, because there has been a long time of power in the hands of the doctor class, and Sanhuan and the public office are vying for power and profit, resulting in internal chaos in Lu and inability to expand externally.

Also 200 years later, the southern Chu State, which once needed an expedition all the way to the opponent's territory, has become a behemoth across the entire Yangtze River basin, bordering the Lu State. Among the Warring States, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and the Qin State, which is entrenched in the west, has gradually opened its bloody mouth.

Even Gu Xiaobai, who had traveled through thousands of years, spontaneously developed a sense of being a person at this time.

In the distance, beyond the city, in the wilderness, a great sacrifice is taking place.

Countless men and women, dressed in fur clothes and wearing strange masks, sang and danced.

Surrounded by everyone, there was a shrine maiden.

Her head, shoulders, and even her back were adorned with feathers, and she held a few long feathers, shaking her body frantically, screaming to the sky and chanting as if in supture.

The high-pitched voice, like a thin snake swimming, is unpredictable.

Beside him, a man with a beast's head and a naked body made a rude call.

Suddenly, countless people on the ground boiled.

On the ground, the woman who was dancing also raised her head and looked at Gu Xiaobai flying in the sky, frozen there.

Two men wearing antlers on their heads and deer tails behind them were ringing the chimes one by one, and when they saw Gu Xiaobai, they were suddenly stunned, and the rhythm of the chimes was also chaotic.

The cow-headed man beating the big drum next to him almost threw out his two drum sticks, and a pair of eyes almost erupted from the bull's eye socket.

After a few breaths, everyone on the ground bowed down and shouted:

"The gods have descended!"

"Gods, bless us!"

"Gods, enjoy our offerings......"

Gu Xiaobai was a little speechless.

However, he didn't bother to explain, flying all the way, even in Qufu City in Lu State, there would be many people kneeling on the ground to worship him.

Harnessing the power of the wind and getting rid of the shackles of gravity is too incredible in this era, even if many people know that he is actually a grandson of the public loser, but they still think that he is actually a god descended into the world, and he has long been out of the mortal womb of the flesh.

It is said that Gu Xiaobai has long been accustomed to this kind of worship.

Every time he crosses, he is either the emperor of the world, the god of the army, or the saint of the world, and the Zhongjun who has been opened.

He no longer knows how many myths and legends he has made.

But now, he doesn't want to be taken seriously by people at all, he's starving to death, okay?

Gu Xiaobai was hovering in the air, and he heard the music below sound again, and the witch who was prostrate on the ground stood up, she suddenly took off her mask, revealing a beautiful face.

This is a typical southern beauty's face, it is simply like a cream, and it can be broken by blowing, Gu Xiaobai is very puzzled, how did she make her skin so white in this era when there is no sunscreen.

The woman was in her early twenties, and her forehead was painted with red paint, like the red sun on the horizon.

And the lines drooped down to the tip of her nose, making her a little more strange and wild in her beauty.

She raised her head, stared at Gu Xiaobai in the sky, and suddenly opened her hands and took off the clothes on her body.

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai's eyes almost exploded.

, turn your head quickly, you can't look at it, you will be visited by the river crab god if you see it!

Even so, he couldn't help but peek at it.

The shrine maiden's body was also painted with strange patterns, and the simple patterns drawn by the cyan pigment made her snow-white skin like clouds on the horizon, reflecting the ultramarine of the sky.

With the lines on the forehead that seemed to be a beating flame, it was as if it was not a person, but a piece of the heavens was plucked and projected onto the woman's body.

This is the red sun, the white clouds, and the blue sky.

The witch at this moment has a primitive wildness, a strange witch wish, and an unspeakable holiness.

Let Gu Xiaobai's eyes be difficult to remove from her body.

She walked forward with strange steps to the rhythm of the bells, drums and flutes, as if she were dancing, as if she was walking casually.

Looking at her dancing, Gu Xiaobai couldn't help but wonder.

Don't women have bones?

The sound of the pan flute is hollow, the sound of the bell is clear, and the sound of the drum vibrates people's eardrums.

This is different from the primitive sacrifices of Africa, because it appears more civilized.

But it is also different from the palace sacrifices that Gu Xiaobai is tired of seeing, solemn and less changed.

Everything in front of us, between wildness, humanity, spirituality, and divinity, has a beauty that touches people's hearts.

More than a dozen girls in colorful long skirts sang and danced around the witch in the middle, and the petals in their hands spilled out, obscuring Gu Xiaobai's vision.

Not far in front of the shrine maiden, there is a shallow pond filled with countless flower petals.

The shrine maiden stepped into the pool, the ultramarine paint dissolving around her, revealing the white skin beneath her.

After a few seconds, she slowly floated above the surface with her arms outstretched, as if held by an invisible force.

The colorful petals, dotted on her body, are stunningly beautiful.

Beside him, dozens of men with animal heads, naked upper bodies, and extremely strong men let out a rough howl, and waved the animal bones, wooden sticks, and weapons in their hands with their feet.

More than a dozen girls in long skirts walked into the pool and lifted the shrine maiden up.

The shrine maiden raised her head and chest, and opened her arms as if she wanted to embrace the whole sky in her arms.

The men who imitated the actions of hunting and fighting also knelt on the ground at the same time, picked up the sacrifices around them, and stretched out their hands to the sky

Dozens of thick arms stretched out to the sky, holding high the sumptuous offerings, countless majestic shouts shocked people's eardrums, and all eyes were firmly fixed on Gu Xiaobai who was constantly hovering in the sky.

From the C position in the sky, after watching such a grand sacrifice of the pre-Qin, Gu Xiaobai just wanted to say:

Is it over?

I'm dying of hunger, can you throw some of the sacrifices for me?