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A few days before the Yama sacrifice was also the last week for the crew to record in this ancient tribe.

The guests have stayed for so long, and they have to turn in their homework on their travels in the Yama tribe during this time.

Ride the beast with a musical instrument.

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"It's so beautiful~"

Everyone who enters the Yama musical instrument storage room will have such a surprise admiration.

The tour group has been living here for some time, and during this time they have fully realized the backwardness of the Yama tribe.

Everything here is completely out of touch with modern society, even the ignition is real drilling wood and flint. For a while, there was no way to associate the level of science and technology, which was still in the primitive Stone Age, with these handicraft instruments that could not necessarily be made with modern technology.

flute, okari, drum, rattle, recorder, pan flute, nose flute......

There are many kinds of instruments, and each instrument is dull in color, full of the heaviness of time, and has an indescribable solemn and solemn atmosphere.

Each musical instrument is depicted with cinnabar resin, strange-shaped, hateful-looking monsters, and all kinds of hideous totems. Or delicately carved ferocious beasts. Beauty is like a work of art on God's shelf, incomprehensible.

Beautiful, so exquisite.

There seems to be a kind of magic that attracts people's eyes and makes people can't bear to look away. The beautiful wants to be close, wants to touch.

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"Comrades to tell you a very unfortunate news, after the program team communication, I am sorry, the instruments you made before were denied by the elders of Yama. Although this is a very excessive statement, it is true, although you have followed the steps, but the final product is too inferior.

In order to make no mistakes in today's explosive music beast control link, after patient negotiation by our program team, we borrowed these musical instruments from the hospitable elders of the Yama clan. ”

"What, we've worked so hard for so long, and our time has been wasted. ”

If you hadn't seen these instruments, most of the people on the tour would have said so.

But when they saw these musical instruments, their eyes were straight, and they didn't know whether it was the patterns on the instruments that were too attractive, or the smell and color in the showroom, and everyone in the tour group listened quietly to the director's words at this time, without dissatisfaction or rebuttal.

"Okay, it seems that you have no opinion. That's good, everyone chooses the stone monument at the entrance of the village after the musical instrument. ”

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After the director left, everyone was still staring intently at the musical instruments placed on the stone shelf.

It's so unique, this texture seems to be able to read the warm temperature with your eyes, and the color is still tight. How did you make the combination of power and beauty so good?

In the narrow eyes of the morning and twilight, the amber eyes were slightly stunned, as if they were tempted, and they stared at a percussion drum motionless for a long time.

The nerves twitched the fingers, the uncontrollable fingertips were a little itchy, and the white fingers were raised, gently trying to touch the drum surface that felt strange in color.

"Don't touch it. ”

The white fingers were gently pressed against a slender black-brown chord.

The hoarse voice, Feng Dui didn't turn his head to know who it was. Still obediently paused his hand, turned his head to look at Yun Xiangyang, his eyes were a little complicated.

The reason why he is so obedient, without him, Yun Xiangyang in this primitive tribe knows far more than them.

The crew's stay in the primitive tribe was not so smooth during this time, and there was an incident that happened before, which almost made the crew not get out of the tribe.

Some time ago, there was a guest from country M who was very short-tempered and liked the art of painting, and he was collecting and painting everywhere.

Yun Xiangyang met the guest before and advised him to say that it was best to shoot with a camera and not draw it. If you really want to paint, keep it low-key, or don't paint too realistically.

The guest didn't listen, and unscrupulously found a Yama man who looked very good to talk to him as a model.

Who knew that a very realistic portrait was drawn, and the Yama man, who had been very talkative before, suddenly changed his face when he saw the painting, and instead of praising his painting skills as he expected, his face changed as if his parents had been killed, and he begged the guests to leave the painting to him.

The guests were taken aback at the time, of course they didn't agree, and they were called by the Yama to a bunch of their own clan and imprisoned, and the talkative Yama even wanted to kill the guest with a knife, which made a big fuss and caused a disturbance to the elders.

In the end, it was Yun Xiangyang who explained clearly before letting people go.

He still remembered Yun Xiangyang's reassurance of the tour group who were a little panicked after this incident.

Don't worry too much, they have no ill will towards us. Hey, don't be so sad, they're not as scary as we think.

This time we provoked them first, don't look like that, I'm telling the truth. These primitive beings are simple in nature, just like children.

For example, you all know that the mural of the Wounded Bison in the Altamira Cave is like the mural of a broken bison on the rock wall that has been cut with a knife or axe. The painting is a so-called witchcraft performed by primitive people begging for victory in hunting and being able to capture bison.

They thought that by drawing a buffalo and whipping it, they would have a mysterious power to protect them from defeating the buffalo in battle. It's very similar to the idea of a child drawing a circle and cursing you. It is also the same as the psychology of the old people who planted flowers in the early years who were reluctant to take pictures, which is a kind of sympathetic psychology.

They think that the painting has divine powers, that they have been painted with a portrait that resembles themselves, or that they have painted something very important. Primitive humans would feel that they and the souls of their possessions had been taken away. Feeling that the soul of the soul has been taken away will soon fall ill and die.

That's why that primitive person would be so panicked and so malicious towards this friend, and in his eyes he was just defending himself......

Thinking of Yun Xiangyang's helpless explanation while coughing, Feng Dui looked at Yun Xiangyang's eyes with a touch of complicated distress.

It really hurts, and when I see him frowning, my heart twitches.

Just like when I saw my brother, every time I wanted my brother to see him, I deliberately framed my brother, watched my brother being punished by his parents to kneel, and looked at him with a tired and disgusted look.

Knowing that his goal had been achieved, his brother finally had him in his eyes, but looking at his brother's uncomfortable frowning, he felt regret and irrepressible discomfort as if he was masochistic.

Yun Xiangyang is really like his brother, and Feng Dui has had this idea for the Nth time these days. There are really too many similarities, he is as cold to him as his brother, and like his brother he is a perverted genius, proficient in more than a dozen foreign languages.

The reason why he didn't have any further doubts until now was that his idea was too unbelievable, and on the other hand, he found that Yun Xiangyang was the most different from his brother.