"What do you mean by that?" Huang Quan asked stupidly.

"Don't you see this huge altar?" said Biluo with a scornful smile.

"I see. Well, the material is very good, but it is not so good-looking, ugly, and there is no beauty at all, and the aesthetics of these barbarians are really not good. ”

"No, it's loose, it's big and useless. I think it's a good match for your brothers. ”

"What's wrong?"

"It's all so unreliable. ”

Huang Quan ignored Biluo's sarcasm, pinched his fingers and thought for a while before he figured out what she meant, and sat up excitedly: "I'm a dumbfounded, it turns out that these barbarians are so good to us, they are sacrificing us as a sacrifice." ”

"You see? It's best to sacrifice it. Biluo didn't look like Huang Quan's pretend, and the more ridiculous she felt.

"How?"

"The head is like a pig, can it not fit?"

"Is it too late to run away now?"

"It's too late. As soon as Bi Luo's words fell, the dozen or so barbarian warriors turned the hands of the three behind their backs and tied them up with a rope made of oxen.

"Hey, big brother, it's okay to tie it lightly, it hurts. Huang Quan lowered his head.

The barbarians ignored Huang Quan, let him make a lot of noise, and in groups of four, they put the three of them on the branches of the trees that had been prepared long ago, and carried them to the altar.

Every time he took a step, the barbarian warrior would pestle the ground with the handle of a long knife, making a uniform sound, and then roaring heavily, the majestic roar, the firm footsteps, the low pestle and the earth, the cooperation of the three was so wonderful that it gave people an inspiring feeling, and people couldn't help but roar along.

"Princess Biluo, do you think this person is very familiar?" Huang Quan was tied up with his hands and feet at this time, hanging on a wooden stick, the matter had come to this, he simply did not struggle, his eyes looked everywhere, the tall portrait was too big, it was easy to attract people's attention.

"Where is it familiar?" Biluo and Huang Quan were treated the same, and after hearing Huang Quan's words, they looked over and almost died of anger.

What is this so-called avatar, messy, the face is square, the nose and eyes are slanted, the mouth occupies one-third of the face, and the proportions of the facial features are very incongruous. The hair is sparse and loose, and the square scarf that bandages the hair is very similar.

How can such an abstract painting be seen as a human face?

"I feel like your dad. Huang Quan grinned at Biluo.

"I think so, too. Huang Lian stared at the portrait with her immature face, and did not forget to add, "Wow, it really seems." ”

Biluo didn't bother to pay attention to these two people, she looked at the big tripod and felt that the shape of the tripod was very familiar, very much like a handicraft from the Great Xia Kingdom.

These barbarians' IQ is really pitiful, and they are very lazy, they can't even make a clay pot, not to mention the bronzes with complex craftsmanship, this gluttonous Dading must come from the Great Xia Kingdom Undoubtedly, I have long heard that the barbarians have a secret connection with the countries of Dongzhou, and now I look at it, it is indeed the case.

Bi Luo wanted to go back to the calligraphy and painting hanging in the lobby, the words on it were also the words of the Great Xia Kingdom, and many objects in Thunder Village carried the imprint of the Great Xia Kingdom, it seemed that this barbarian tribe had the closest connection with the Great Xia Kingdom. She originally wanted to ask Qifu for clarification, but she hated that this old man had not seen anyone for the past few days on the grounds of fasting and bathing, and Biluo had no way to find out.

The fourteen men carried the three Biluo to the altar, placed them gently on the south side of the altar, and then respectfully retreated.

Qifu is the only high priest of the Wind Tribe, in charge of this sacrifice ceremony, today wearing a robe, holding a scepter made of wood in his hand, he has been kneeling in front of the Great Ding, at this time he stood up, stumbled, and almost fell on Huang Quan.

When Huang Quan saw it, he only felt that he couldn't cry or laugh, and shouted at him: "Old man, you can't be professional." ”

"I've been kneeling for too long, and my legs are numb. The old patriarch curled his parched mouth.

"Yo he, it turns out that it's still ......." Huang Quan didn't finish his sentence, and was stuffed by the old patriarch with a ball of linen cloth into his mouth, Huang Quan only felt that it was very smelly, and he struggled hard at the moment, but unfortunately he couldn't support it after a few strokes - he was so smoked that he was about to faint.

"Hmph, let you talk a lot. The old village chief smiled proudly, clapped his hands, turned around, raised his scepter, and accepted the loud call of the people in the audience.

Biluo could smell the sour smell from afar, and frowned. She didn't know how long this footcloth hadn't been washed, she only knew that Huang Quan regretted it at the moment, and hated the old village chief in her heart, because she saw a crystal tear flowing from the corner of his eye, sliding down his cheek, and dripping silently onto the altar.

The old patriarch raised his hands and sang loudly at the same time, which was different from what they usually said, and the pronunciation was even more difficult to understand, and Biluo didn't know what he was talking about, so he sang like this for about half an hour.

At the same time, all the clansmen under the altar knelt on the ground, their hands on the earth, their foreheads against their hands, their knees and hands together, and their buttocks raised high, forming a very peculiar posture.

After the old patriarch finished chanting, all the clansmen straightened up their upper bodies and looked at the old patriarch reverently.

The old patriarch suddenly held the scepter in both hands, raised it high, and roared.

The clansmen followed the roar, so three times, the old patriarch closed his eyes, his mouth was full of broken thoughts, the sound was sometimes loud and small, the tone was high and low, sometimes as loud as a giant bell, sometimes as thin as a mosquito, not for a long time, he opened his eyes, picked up the scepter, the head of the scepter stretched into the gluttonous bronze Dading, and then pulled out a lot of fragrant ash water, sprinkled on the sky, he walked around the big ding, so sprinkled four times the incense ash water, and finally returned to the south, and sprinkled the incense ash water on the three people, and then closed his eyes, quickly recited the sacrifice.

This time he didn't have to wait long before he opened his eyes again, pointed his scepter at the three teenagers, and said a barbaric phrase that everyone could understand: "Into the water." ”

At this time, the eighteen village leaders walked over slowly, step by step, and the adult men in the audience once again clubbed the ground with the hilt of their long knives, and their bodies began to twist sharply, and the majestic and rhythmic roar began to resound in the middle of the continent of Nanzhou again.

They walked up to the three of them, divided into three groups, knelt down on one knee, each moved the person in front of them with one hand, straightened their arms, raised their heads, and went in a counterclockwise circle.

The children and women under the altar began to chant, Biluo had never seen such a grand sacrifice ceremony, and all the people participated in the sacrifice, this feeling was obviously much better than those exorcism rituals in Tongbai Kingdom, there was an inexplicable infectiousness.

After everyone carried the three people around nine times, put the three people into the gluttonous bronze tripod, Huang Lian was very short, the whole person was completely submerged in the water, Huang Quan saw this, and quickly used his hand against the bottom of the bronze tripod, and at the same time supported Huang Lian with his feet, so that his head was exposed to the water.

"Princess Biluo, hurry up and think of a way, or we'll all die here. Huang Quan anxiously said to Biluo, fortunately he has long hands and long feet, so he can do this.

"I said I was poisoned, and I couldn't transport it...... Bi Luo looked at Huang Quan coldly and continued, "...... Aren't you going to change shapes, and you'll be fine if you change another one?"

"Isn't my hand tied, and I can't seal it? ”

"Witchcraft and seals? ”

"Of course, this is a super witchcraft handed down from ancient times, and it is passed on to men but not to women, and children not to women. ”

"Why am I so reluctant to believe every word you say?" Bi Luo looked at Huang Quan, although his face looked very painful, but he thought that he should be able to withstand it for a while, and he was also thinking of a way in his heart, "Shapeshifting and Changing Shadows is an ancient forbidden technique that has been lost for many years, how did you learn it?"

"I told you ......" Huang Quan said with his head tilted, feeling that his strength was gradually exhausted, and his head slid down little by little, slowly submerging into the water, first his chin, then his mouth and ears, then his nose, and finally his whole head sank into the water, and a large wave of water came up, obviously Huang Quan was still saying what he wanted to say.

Biluo thought that Huang Quan was pretending to be dead again, and kicked his ass with his foot: "Hey, come to this set again, are you greasy?"

Huang Quan didn't react, he was kicked by Bi Luo, his feet also fell, and Huang Lian fell into the ding with a pop.

The body could not move, but Biluo's consciousness was still very clear, and she saw the barbarians put the sacrifices placed on the altar into the gluttonous bronze tripod, and then the high priest lit the firewood under the bronze vessel, and then led by eighteen tribal leaders, each barbarian tribesman held a dry branch of different size in his hand, and threw it into the fire in a line.

After a while, Biluo felt that the bronze was getting hotter and hotter, and then it felt hot, and after a while, the fragrant ash water began to steam out.

And the two brothers, Huang Quan and Huang Lian, sank into the water and did not move.

As the fire continued to burn, the temperature of the fragrant ash water was rising rapidly, Biluo felt that the skin of her whole body was red and painful, and Biluo's heart instantly fell into the ice cave: Oh no, this time there is really no one who can save him.

At this moment, the clouds on the sky changed sharply, and in the south sky, the majestic black clouds flew over like chasing the wind and catching the moon, and the originally clear sky was instantly occupied by dark clouds, and the sun was tightly covered by heavy black clouds, and there was no light at all, and the altar and the surrounding places hundreds of zhang away became pitch black, and a crack suddenly appeared above the black night, as if he opened an eye, looking at all this in front of him coldly.

Before everyone could react, a gust of wind blew around the altar at the same time, and when those barbarian clansmen saw this scene, they panicked one by one, and they didn't care about the sacrifice ceremony, crying and running away.

Biluo didn't know what was going on, and was about to ask the Patriarch of the Seven Complexes, when suddenly a violent wind rose, and the cracks in the sky instantly widened, enveloping all the things on the altar.

The three of them were swept into it along with the bronze tripod, and many of the clansmen who were closer to the altar did not have time to escape, nor could they dodge, and were sucked into the whirlpool together.