The sun is shining on the face, warm.

A noisy sound kept echoing in his ears, Zhao Li yawned, opened his eyes lazily, the surrounding environment came into view, the noisy sound surged over, the unfamiliar environment made him a little dazed, blinked, and looked around.

Where is this?

Surrounded by men, women, and children dressed in plain clothes, he sat in the middle of the crowd with two other teenage children, all of whom were around them, prostrate respectfully on the ground, their hands raised, and the colored beads worn on their wrists collided with each other, making a crisp sound, and the sound was also very loud because of the large number of people.

What happened?

Zhao Li's mind seemed to be frozen at this time, a nervous teenager on his right, a delicate girl on his left, with clean eyebrows and eyes, a horizontal stripe painted with red cinnabar on the side of his cheeks, and a gentle smile on his face, gently comforting the young man.

Then she noticed Zhao Li, smiled at him slightly, her voice was soft, like the wind blowing out of the valley, and grabbed Zhao Li's palm, the palm was gentle, and the smile was full of kindness, so that Zhao Li's subconscious guard heart involuntarily relaxed.

It was also at this moment that he noticed that he and the two children next to him were dressed differently from the others.

Others wore gray or blue clothes, and their style was very modest.

Their clothes were as pure white as clouds, with pale gold trim on the cuffs, and their clothes seemed to have been sprinkled with spices, with a rich fragrance, and there seemed to be a hint of medicinal fragrance, which stimulated his mind, and made him recover a little from that strange sense of confusion and some judgment and spirit.

Zhao Li raised his eyes and looked at something farther away, and his heart gradually shocked.

Beneath the pale blue sky were large bronze flags, the scarlet flags, embroidered with pale gold threads with simple patterns, those battle flags tumbled like clouds in the wind, and in the center of them, they were made of white stones, layer upon layer.

In the very center, a bronze tree spreads and grows.

Branches like swords point to the sky.

In front of the bronze tree, spices of various colors are burned in flames.

The smoke rushed down the bronze tree and into the sky higher up.

So the scarlet banners danced more violently, in the clouds and smoke, and the old man in sheepskin clothes was barefoot, with a dagger in one hand and a huge brass bell in the other, dancing on the white ground with a bronze mask on his face.

Young women kneeling in a circle around them, chanting quaint syllables.

The bronze tree, the dance, and the quaint chanting all have indescribable meanings, pious and sublime, like the vast sky, all of which made Zhao Qian inexplicably uneasy.

In his memory, after he finished his work, he turned on his computer and mobile phone to catch up with the progress of the activity.

Because there are two games called one of the three phantom gods at the same time, and the game activity is about to expire, it can only be like this, and after that, it should be too sleepy to fall asleep.

But in any case, it shouldn't be here, this strange environment, a place that violates his cognition, makes his heart more and more vigilant, he wants to stand up, but I don't know why, his hands and feet can't exert force, after his own consciousness awakens, the feeling of powerlessness begins to recede quickly.

But if you want to regain your strength, it will take at least some time.

He obviously had extravagance, even noble clothes, that made him feel a little more at ease.

At last the old man who danced stopped, and the sound of the people's chanting stopped abruptly, and in the midst of the great chorus, only the sound of the wind remained.

The old man spoke to Zhao Li and the others, it was a language that Zhao Li didn't understand, and his voice was simple and charming.

Two young women dressed in white girdles walked down from the high platform with the same footsteps.

They bent down and saluted the young man on Zhao Li's side, and then helped the young man step by step onto the high platform.

Zhao Li thought about what he had just seen, and had a guess in his mind, thinking that this was probably some kind of ceremony, judging from these two children, it should be very likely that someone with a high status was holding a coming-of-age ceremony, but why was he here?

Unfamiliar language, unfamiliar environment.

At this time, the young man walked up to the high platform, and the white-haired old man held a copper bell and a dagger, singing and dancing around the young man.

Then he stood in front of the flame of burning spices, facing the bronze tree that pointed straight to the sky, and prayed loudly with his arms outstretched, and the voice was simple, and the rest of the people bowed their heads and responded with other voices, and the sound was continuous, like a tide.

It should indeed be a ritual......

Zhao Qizhong breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he saw the old man turn his head.

The sound of the brass bell suddenly sharpened and became urgent.

The bronze dagger was like a preying eagle, piercing into the young man's heart, the luxurious pure white clothes were dyed with red blood at once, and the golden trim was red, Zhao Li's pupils contracted suddenly, looking at the delicate young man without saying a word, like a piece of rotten wood falling on the high platform.

Hundreds of people around them burst into loud cheers.

And the voice that Zhao Li subconsciously came out of his mouth, with incomprehension and anger, was drowned out by people's voices.

They raised their hands, and the strings of stones praying to the heavens in their palms kept making crisp sounds.

Their words were like flames, like a storm of wind blowing the banner of battle.

And Zhao Li's anger didn't last long, not long after the child fell, the two young women came down, walked to his side, saluted him respectfully, and then stretched out their hands, one left and one right to support Zhao Li.

Obviously, he Zhao Li was the next person to be reassured of blood, and the dagger would pierce his heart like a pig or some other beast, and then he would lie flat on the ground and die in this hellish place.

Zhao Li's muscles tensed, and then relaxed.

He stiffened his face and let the two women take him away, and glanced sideways at the girl who was kneeling next to him, her smile was gentle, but her eyes were empty, and her palms were on her knees, clenched tightly, which was an obvious detail, but he had just woken up, but he didn't notice it at all.

But notice, what can be done?

There are thousands of people here, to say the least.

Zhao Li didn't have time to continue thinking, he had already been brought to the high platform.

He saw the white jade table in front of the flames, on which lay the bones of an unknown beast, and the bronze weapon, and a bead in a tray like an eye, enshrined in front of the flame and the bronze tree.

And the child who was still alive just fell to the ground, and the high platform of the white stone was carved with delicate lines, and from the child's young heart, the blood flowing out filled these carved lines, and those lines reflected the firelight, and with the swaying of the flames, it was bright and dark, as if breathing.

Zhao Li's face was expressionless.

He stood in the middle of the platform like a child, or rather, like a log, and let the two women retreat, and the old man danced in his quaint footsteps like a young man, and in front of the bronze tree, the flames swallowed smoke, and the smoke rushed into the sky, mixed with wind and clouds, and held up the scarlet battle flag.

Finally, the battle flag rolled like a river above the heads of the prostrate people.

The old man stood in front of Zhao Li, his arms outstretched, and he prayed loudly to the bronze tree.

Everyone fell prostrate and bowed.

Only the girl was half a beat slower, she saw that the man's eyes changed suddenly, and almost instinctively shouted, and then subconsciously covered her lips, her eyes widened.

Zhao Li quietly stretched out his hand, grabbed the huge pale beast bone, and then took a step forward, his left hand followed closely by his right hand, holding the beast bone, the pale, soft, kind and even weak on his face turned hideous.

Then step forward and twist your waist -

Force!

Unprecedentedly smooth, the power burst from the toes, through the calves, thighs, waists, shoulders, arms, and finally when it was thrown out, the body suddenly relaxed like a taut war bow, and the bones of the beast made a dull sound of breaking through the air.

The moment the old man turned his head, the pale bones slammed into the target's jaw with precision and weight.

The bronze mask on the old man's face was smashed into the air.

The dull sound, like a war drum, resounded in an instant through a special high platform, and everyone looked up, and they heard a roar that they did not understand, but was full of strong emotional colors, like the roar of a lion.

The wind carried by the bones of the beast blew into the fire, and the spices of all colors danced, and the flames suddenly became fierce and vigorous.

The figure threw away the bones and smashed them on the two women who rushed up, and grabbed the old man's neck with his arm.

He grabbed the bronze dagger and held it against the old man's throat.

Stand on a high platform and look down on everyone.

PS: New book for support......