As the temperature gradually decreased, people focused on the fire ash pile, and all the villagers did not say anything, but they all knew what they were burning.

They have no patience, let alone grief, in their minds, the sacrifice is very normal, as long as the race is better, the sacrifice is nothing, not to mention that the living sacrifice is someone else, even if they sacrifice themselves, they will agree.

The night is getting deeper and the wind is getting stronger.

However, the wind is strongest in the mountains, and when you reach the valley, which is about level 3, there are some whirlwinds.

The night wind blows away the ashes that burn completely, revealing the sparks below, and occasionally a few rays of firelight, with a few "beeps", and then extinguishes, and then blows away the black ashes, revealing the sparks...... And so on and so forth.

The sky has already revealed the white belly of the fish, and they have not slept for seventeen or eighteen hours, and all the clansmen have not felt sleepy, they are very excited, because, until now, there has been no scream from the patriarch's side.

Finally, the sun slowly rose to the top of the mountain in the east, and the eyes of the people were fixed on the burned firewood house.

The firewood house was burned very thoroughly, all wooden structures, and the dry firewood was under the blazing fire, and the results can be imagined.

As the sun rises, so does the wind – which grows louder, sometimes easterly, sometimes westerly, and occasionally tornado......

One layer of the ashes from the fire was blown westward, another to the east, and another layer was upholstered in place, twisting its long waist and rising into the sky......

"Look, that'...... It's not burned yet!"

Someone pointed in the direction of the firewood house.

"How could it be? such a big fire, it has been burning for so long......"

"Is it ......?"

A burst of discussion "buzzed" in the crowd......

"No, we have to go and see!" Some bold young men went back to find long bamboo poles, and hid their feet to approach the ash heap.

"Ah Chong, don't go ......"

"Ah Chong, come back soon......"

"Ah Chong, come back, Ah Chong, your shoes are on fire!"

"Ahh

The one named Ah Chong moved forward while stirring the ashes, and the bamboo pole soon caught fire, and he also felt a burning pain in his feet, so he quickly retreated with a curse.

So much firewood that was brought later plus the firewood room itself, the burned ash was at least one meter and five meters high, until the morning, the fire ash was blown away by almost half a meter, but the center of the fire ash, at least four or five hundred degrees of temperature, Ah Chong took the dry bamboo pole used for cool clothes to make the fire, it was a joke, but no one laughed at him.

Although he is stupid, he has courage!

Everyone looked at the appearance of a head wrapped in ash in amazement, and their hearts were hairy.

Maybe there is a spirit in the heavens, and the wind is blowing stronger and stronger, but it is just right, and it does not take the sparks out of the fire, but the dust is blowing up more and more, and the huge ash heap is also falling at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From a sharp head, to the entire head, and then to both shoulders, it was not until noon that Rong Anran exposed his waist.

"This ...... This, this ......"

One by one, the elderly Miao people began to be nervous, no, it should be fear, they sensed that a catastrophe was coming.

The figure, motionless, was wrapped in wood ash, giving people a perspective as if it was not ash, but the person wrapped in a quilt.

"No...... It couldn't be ......."

Yes, it's impossible, such a big fire, even if it can be left, only the skeleton remains, and when it is blown by the wind, it should have been exposed a long time ago, why is it still wrapped in a thick quilt?

"Moving...... Moved--"

One by one, they stared at the gray man in horror and hardened their tongues: "He...... Moved ......"

"Don't be afraid!" Ah Bao was an elder-level figure after all, and he pretended to be bold: "Perhaps, the totem is guiding us ......"

He didn't even believe it, but he couldn't help but say it.

Suddenly, with the gray man as the center, a violent wind suddenly rolled up, and the black ash swept in with the heat wave, so that all the clansmen could not open their eyes, and one by one they unconsciously retreated......

"Scalding...... It's hot!"

"Ah, it's burning, my clothes are on fire......"

"Ahh......h

"Ah, I can't see anything, who's going to help me, quick, my body is on fire......"

"It's over--" Po endured the pain and quickly stepped back: such a high temperature, our stockade ...... Can't keep it......

Yes, the whole Guibei Miao Village has maintained the original building, all the houses are wooden structures, except for the burned firewood house, each of the others is connected, even if there is a vacant position, it is only one or two meters away, a fire, that one can not hide.

"Big ...... Everyone, go get some water!"

In the chaos, with screams and cries one after another, everyone only cared about putting out the fire by themselves, and couldn't even open their eyes, who cared what Po was saying!

The firewood burns, and the place where the ashes are deeply encased, the highest is about eight hundred degrees, Rong Anran is a holy body, he has cultivated in the depths of volcanic magma, these temperatures, for him, are similar to ordinary people heating in winter, how can he care?

The reason why he hasn't moved is that he doesn't want to shock the world, and more importantly, he found that the burning charcoal wood released a large amount of pure yang wood aura and yin fire aura, and he didn't want to waste it in vain, so he controlled his absorption range with his divine thoughts, and unceremoniously absorbed the yang wood aura and yin fire aura in the fire.

After absorbing the pure aura, Rong Anran retracted his divine thoughts, and found that his clothes had already been burned to ashes.

It's no wonder that the current Rong Anran does not have the ability to make immortal clothes.

Therefore, with a thought in his mind, he rolled up a gust of wind, first emptied his feet so as not to be burned again by putting on new clothes, and then, from the inside out, he put on a set for himself, and after making sure that he was dressed neatly, Rong Anran retracted his mental power.

"This ......"

When the crowd opened their eyes, they found that all the ashes were two meters away from them, piled up into a round one-meter-high gray wall, and in the center, on a ten-meter-square scorched clearing, stood quietly a handsome man of about twenty-two and three, his body was spotless!

Ah Bao, who was in shock, first looked back around, and after making sure that the stockade was not burned, he turned to face Rong Anran and slowly knelt down.

Guibei Miao Village has of course suffered a lot of losses because of dealing with Rong Anran's memorial, but none of the people present are fools, of course they will not be as written above, in this case, they have to jump out and fight with Rong Anran!

Therefore, following Ah Bao, all around them faced Rong Anran, and they all knelt down slowly, even if they knew that they were all so disgraced, but none of them felt ridiculous, their expressions were very religious, and their hearts, at this moment, were equally religious!

Being imprisoned like this by mortals, Rong Anran was of course aggrieved, but he regarded this encounter as an experience, so he was not angry.

"Get up!" Rong Anran said lightly.

But one by one, the Miao people buried their heads lower, and they did the real five-body throwing, and in their mouths, they were still reciting words that Rong Anran couldn't understand, oh, it should be a spell!

Rong Anran suddenly felt infinitely comfortable, he felt that his body was gradually getting stronger, and the Yang Five Elements Ring in his body, which was suppressed at the bottom of the sea, was also about to move.

"This ...... What's going on?"

Before Rong Anran could figure it out, a scream came from the most beautiful building in the distance: "Awu--"

"Awu--Come on, your grandma can't do it, hurry!"

How can I feel this way when I know the voice?

Rong Anran wanted to release his divine thoughts, but finally held back: since she is a mortal experience, she should look like a mortal! It doesn't matter who she is, a familiar voice, or a familiar face...... In the vast sea of people, there is no shortage of people......

"Tong, Tong, Tong!"

All the villagers kowtowed to Rong Anran three times at the same time, suddenly stood up, and ran quickly towards the building where the sound came from!

Just these three rings made Rong Anran's heart startle again: What kind of energy is this? Why do I like it so much? Moreover, it seems to have cleansed the aura I absorbed again, and even cleansed my soul!

Rong Anran was stunned: This ......

Rong stood in ignorance, as if the fugue was too empty......

"Daxian, please help my grandma, please save my grandma!"

Rong Anran didn't know when Ah Wu ran back, knelt on his body with a "bang", her shoes were still smoking, squeaking, obviously, Ah Wu came in with fire ashes, she had long forgotten the pain of her body, and she was only worried about Grandma!

Looking at Awu, whose forehead was full of blood and green smoke on his shoes, Rong Anran glanced at it lightly: "Let's go!"

He didn't promise Awu, the reason why he went was to know who that familiar voice was!

"Thank you! Thank you!" Wu knocked his head three times again, and as he stood up, he fell to the ashes beside him with a "Ahh

Rong Anran's eyes were quick, and he gently took her out of the ash ring.

Rong Anran's actions once again made Awu stunned, her heart was numb for a while, and then she was overjoyed: Grandma is saved!

Rong Anran knew that Ah Wu couldn't leave, so he directly took him to the second floor of the beautiful building, and the Miao people consciously gave way.

"Dr. Lee?!"

In front of Rong Anran's eyes, there was a gorgeous but haggard face: "Why are you here?"

"I ......" Li Jiayin smiled bitterly: "Save the patriarch first, and I'll tell you the rest!"

Rong Anran turned his head to the bed......

It's a face that can be called completely terrifying......

Her dark brown face is unusually shriveled, her gray hair looks like a weed at the foot of a mountain in late autumn, her face is pitted, and there is no intact piece of flesh and skin; her nose is turned outward, and her eyes, one large and one small, are hanging, and even if she sleeps, she will definitely not be able to close them, because her eyelids seem to be much less! It is precisely because of this that this face makes people feel even more eerie!

Rong Anran put his hand on her forehead and felt it: "There is still a breath, but it should be hopeless!"

"You talk nonsense!"

This voice should be Ah Chong!

Yes, everyone else is the number pulse, but Rong Anran put his hand on his forehead and said that there is no help, isn't it nonsense?

"Rong Anran, I know you can save her, so you can save her!" Li Jiayin pleaded!

Rong Anran could hear that this plea was only out of sympathy, out of unbearability, and it definitely didn't come from her heart that she had to be saved!

"Why should I save her?" Rong Anran turned his head and looked coldly at the Miao patriarch who was almost dead.

"I beg you!" Ah Wu beside her, with the support of others, had already taken off her burning shoes, and was barefoot, with blisters on her feet, she pushed away the support of others, knelt down again, and kowtowed heavily!

"Please, save the patriarch!"

All the Miao people knelt down together with Xiang Rong Anran......

Rong Anran frowned slightly: "I--am your sacrifice--" Rong Anran's voice was very cold: "Why should I save someone who wants to kill me?"

"The person who wants to kill you is me, not my grandma, please save her, I am willing to fight for your life, please!"

"One life is worth one life? Ten lives are not enough for me here!"

"I, I'm willing to fight for you!"

"And me!"

"And me!"

"As long as you can save our patriarch, we are willing to fight for your life!"

To say that Rong Anran was not moved, it would be a lie, but Rong Anran still didn't want to save people, he gently took Li Jiayin's hand and walked towards the door.

Miao Min made way for Rong Anran, and his body kept kowtowing in the direction of Rong Anran, and his mouth kept chanting: "Please save our patriarch!"