With a knife, the pig's head falls!

It's very painful.

The warm pig's blood spurted out like an arrow, and someone picked up a basin to catch the pig's blood.

The Zulu people did not have the habit of eating pig's blood, and it was children and teenagers who received pig's blood, and they had to play a game of gall.

After receiving the pig's blood, the teenagers gathered around: "Who dares to drink pig's blood?"

"I dare, what's this, my dad said they drank animal blood when they went out hunting without water!"

"I dare, I can drink two sips!"

"Let me come first, I'm the boldest, I can drink five sips!"

The teenagers lay down and drank pig blood, and when they drank it, their faces were red, and they looked scary.

However, the Zulu people do not have ghost legends, and the blood on their faces is a symbol of warriors, so no one is afraid to see the children raise their heads with blood on their faces, and they are all laughing.

Just drinking pig's blood can't prove your courage, and someone hugged the pig's head: "Who dares to kiss the pig's mouth?"

"Yes, let's kiss the pig's mouth, whoever kisses for a long time is a warrior!"

Hearing this, a child took the pig's mouth and gnawed on it.

The tourist exclaimed, "These children are too heavy-mouthed, aren't they?"

The taste of the pig's mouth was very strong, and the child coughed nauseously after kissing it for a few seconds.

The other children kissed again, and in the end it was the first child who kissed the pig's mouth for the shortest time, and a group of children pointed at him and laughed: "Coward, coward!"

Teenagers have the most self-esteem, and they often make mistakes for the sake of self-esteem.

After being ridiculed by his companions, the childish red eyes, he saw that the pig was slaughtered and decomposed, so he pulled out the pig's large intestine and said sharply: "What is more important than a pig's mouth?

Yang Shubao was stunned: "I'm a little bit of a god, this kid is too natural!"

As the children play, time slowly fades and night falls.

At this time, all the fallen people began to assemble, and the adults helped the old man and the child to the east, where there was a wetland.

Yang Shubao and the tourists also followed, and Zhang Jinjie said: "The next step is the official sacrifice, which is very grand. ”

When they reached the wetland, it was completely dark, and some big men stood by the lake, holding torches in one hand and pinching their waists in the other, expressionless and majestic.

There is a large fig tree growing on the edge of the lake, which is the war tree of the tribe.

There were some round things under the tree, and because the light was not easy to see, I watched the flames on the torches beat, and those round things glowed with a miserable white light.

Yang Shubao and the tourists were invited to the front of the crowd, and at this time they saw clearly what these things looked like, all of them were skulls!

Various skulls, including lion skulls, hippopotamus skulls, rhinoceros skulls, leopard skulls, and the largest is an elephant skull with two tusks, which looks oozing.

What's even more infiltrating is that there are also human skulls inside!

One tourist stretched out his hand to the skull, trembling and said, "Oh my God, that's a human head!"

Yang Shubao took a closer look and shook his head: "No, it's the head of a baboon or mandrill, looking at their teeth, there are obvious fangs." ”

"How can it be so big?"

"I guess it's the head of a big baboon. ”

Old Edgar Allan Poe came out, his dark face smeared with snow-white clay with snakes and animal heads, and a leather hood on his head, with pigtails of long hair, each with an animal's tusks tied at the end.

There was a very old woman who came out with the help of the maiden, and old Edgar Allan Poe knelt before her, and the old lady stretched out her hand and drew a few more lines on his face, the color of which was scarlet like blood.

When she had finished drawing the line, someone came up and offered a cloak full of bird feathers, which was brilliant and brilliant, and shone in the light of the dancing flames.

When the old Edgar Allan Poe was finished, Jill himself brandished the drumstick and beat the big leather drum.

There was a thumping sound, and a chaotic chirping of birds sounded on the lakeside.

A group of young black men wrapped in animal skins ran out, armed with javelins, bows and hunting knives, and formed a semicircle around old Edgar Allan Poe and began to dance.

This is a war dance, and the movements of the young people are not neat, but they are full of strength and rugged beauty.

As they appeared, the drumming became intense, and the onlookers let out a powerful roar.

This scene was extremely enthusiastic, and the tourists were driven and roared one after another.

At the same time, Old Edgar Allan Poe began to hold sacrifices.

In the afternoon, pigs, cows, sheep, chickens and ducks were killed, and their heads were preserved, and at this time they were brought up by the patriarch and then thrown into the lake.

Soon, there was a rumbling sound in the lake, as if there were large animals moving.

Yang Shubao walked around the crowd and took a closer look, and it was dozens of crocodiles competing for food by the lakeside.

Seeing this, he took a deep breath, the Zulu people are really strong, they are doing sacrifices next to the crocodiles, and they are not afraid of the crocodiles coming up and dragging a few people away.

In fact, crocodiles don't have the guts, and if it weren't for the fact that the pig's head and cow's head that were still bleeding were too attractive, they wouldn't dare to emerge from the water.

On the shore, there were war dances and roars, and the sound was so great that the crocodiles were frightened.

When all the heads of the beasts have been thrown into the lake, the war dance comes to an end and the sacrifice reaches its climax.

Someone opened the tent by the lake, and inside was a cage with many birds.

It is full of turtle doves, wild turtle doves that are very common in South Africa.

Everyone lined up to receive the turtledove, and the old Edgar Allan Poe gave one to him, and Yang Shubao took a look at it after receiving it, and there was a pendant-like thing tied to the turtledove's tail.

If you look closely at this pendant, it turns out that it is woven from sun-dried leaves.

When everyone had received the turtledove, old Edgar Allan Poe gave the order, and they called the dry leaf pendant one after another, and then let go and threw the turtledove out.

Turtledoves flew away in fright, their tails dragging burning dry leaves, and many meteors suddenly appeared in the night sky.

The meteor is far away and gradually disappears.

The festival was finally over, and everyone counted the number of people and packed up their belongings to start their journey back.

The next thing to do is to sing, dance, eat and drink.

There were still some women in the tribe who were responsible for cooking, and when they returned, tables were set around the huge campfire, and each table was covered with food, grilled fish, grilled meat, baked dough and fruits, which were very rich.

Zhang Jinjie mobilized the tourists: "Let's go dancing together, at this time everyone can let go of their feelings, Zulu people especially like people who can sing and dance, so as long as you go to sing and dance, no matter how you perform, you will receive applause." ”

"However, don't leave with the Zulu people casually, whether it's a man or a woman, you can leave as soon as someone pulls them away, and if they take you away, you are going to do that kind of thing, and if you don't want to cause trouble, don't go. ”

A girl asked worriedly, "What should they do if they use force?"

Yang Shubao smiled: "That's impossible, the patriarch is here, who dares to shout with force, that person has to lose half of his life!"

Zhang Jinjie demonstrated by example, went up and began to jump the pot as usual.

He brought tourists to the party every once in a while, and he was already a familiar face in the tribe, so the Zulu people immediately enthusiastically followed and jumped.

Seeing this, the tourists relaxed and went to dance, and a woman took the microphone and began to sing: "Flowers have told me how you walked,

The earth knows every corner of your heart.

Sweet dreams, no one will miss it,

Finally ushered in today's happy moment......"