I saw the expressions of several of them and couldn't help but cover their mouths and smile, Arijia saw me smiling and secretly laughing next to me, Lao Zhu sat opposite me with wide eyes, Wei Ergou They also stood and looked at me, and suddenly there was a feeling of "Jianghu Warlock" in my heart, and my heart suddenly snickered.

"Do you know that Sun Wukong is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace? Sun Monkey overturned Taishang Laojun's alchemy furnace, and some of it was scattered in Africa! What I give you to eat is the fruit that fell in a single furnace in Africa and then sprouted and grew, so it is called the fruit of God! "I deliberately made up a story to amuse them, and I laughed before I could finish it.

"Xiaosheng, you came to Africa to learn nonsense!" Wei Yiyun touched my hair and teased me, "What about Sun Wukong, Shenguo, you can blow it!" ”

"Is what I just said accurate? Hee-hee. I stood up and looked at everyone.

"Yes, yes!" Lao Cao was the first to speak, "Xiaosheng, don't sell Guanzi, what the hell is this?" ”

"Actually, I don't know what it is, it was given to me by Erica, and Erica calls this fruit the fruit of God." I was embarrassed to continue joking when I saw that everyone was looking at me strictly, so I told them the truth, and then I turned around and asked, "Erica, what the hell is this?" ”

"O fruit of God, is this what Paul told me? By the way, you don't know he studied medicine, do you? Eriga replied slowly, "It's almost half past five, and Paul must be almost there!" ”

"Erica said that this is the fruit that the Ghanaian shaman gave him that is about to arrive, and it is called the fruit of God." Seeing that everyone was looking at me and waiting for an answer, it seemed that everyone had forgotten that they were about to sacrifice to the White Snake, "That's right, Lao Zhu, I'm so hungry, you can eat on the hour, Erica said that the shaman is going to arrive soon, and we will set off when he arrives!" I turned to Zhu Yong and complained that I was hungry.

"Don't worry, I've just cooked gruel and white eggs again. It's almost good. Lao Zhu, I always cough, my lungs are not very good, how do you kid know, hey, I said that your kid didn't translate properly and changed his career to be a fortune teller! Zhu Yong continued to ask about the mysterious fruit.

"Come on, come on, it's ready! Lao Zhu, don't ask, how can the fortune teller tell you how to calculate it? Isn't it? Come on, come on, let's eat first! Lao Wu brought a pot of porridge, and then came to me and asked me in a low voice, "That Xiaosheng, I feel the smell of fish, you haven't said what the situation is?" ”

I knew that it was a shame to say that the kidney loss was said, so I looked at Lao Wu and said casually, "Old Wu, you have nothing to do!" ”

Lao Wu looked at me and didn't continue to ask me, everyone also started to eat breakfast, Xiao Cao didn't pay attention to our ridicule at all, Xiao Young kept fiddling with his mobile phone, playing a game on his own mobile phone.

We had just finished breakfast when Paul came over in his Land Rover off-road, and Eriga and I went out to greet him, and Dorne was helping to remove a couple of African drums from the trunk of the car, along with two large backpacks.

"Hello Paul!" Erica went up directly and gave a hug, today Paul did not wear a suit like last time, but wore a casual dress, a white shirt on the top, a pale yellow on the bottom, and a blue hat on his head was particularly conspicuous.

"Hello, Erica! We met again, why do you also live in the mines? You're not going to work on your costume design and you're here to dig for gold? Paul said very politely to Erica that today Paul was not as strict as last time, and he spoke naturally and easily, and nodded to me to say hello.

Everyone else also came out to see what the local shaman looked like, and when they saw the Land Rover off-road, they were still full of expectations for an old shaman with fairy wind bones, but what they didn't expect was that Paul was so young, and he didn't look like a shaman when he looked dressed today. Only Wei Ergou came over to say hello respectfully, counting that Paul saved Erica last time, so Erica knew how powerful Paul was.

Wei Ergou shouted to the black worker to help carry the ewes and hens, and then our large army walked to the place where the white snake was last infested, Lao Cao Xiaocao, Lao Wu, Lao Li and Zhu Yong didn't know about the white snake, and I didn't know why we asked a shaman to let everyone kill chickens and sheep so early today, Wei Ergou told them that they were just going to sacrifice to the mountain god today, so that the yield of gold digging would be better, and the messy animals would not bother us.

About twenty minutes from the tree hole on the edge of the river beach on the walking path of our shed, the last time I gave ten sheep to the white snake in a dozen days. Paul instructed some of the black workers to hang a lot of notes on the tree with many strange runes written on them, and then hung the hen and the ewe upside down on the tree. Paul took out a bottle of something from his backpack and told everyone to lie down on the ground facing the tree hole, Wei Ergou was the first to lie down after listening to my translation, and I and the others also fell down with each other, Paul dropped the bottle of water a few drops from each of us, and the dripping thing tasted very strong, but had no color.

Then Paul had the black worker gently beat the two African drums, he himself smeared mud on his face, he took off his upper body shirt, and I glanced at Paul with an angel in his chest and a devil in his back. Paul took out a machete, placed the bottle of mysterious liquid on the blade, and then said some kind of incantation in his mouth, and danced his steps as he chanted, which was a little funny. He asked all of us to stand up and join him in shouting the slogan, "Wow, hada, wow!" And we had to dance along with his dance steps, and we all followed Paul and shouted, "Wow, hada! "On the one hand, Paul is like an aunt dancing in the square.

Paul would shout, laugh, swing from side to side, jump back and forth, dance, although we didn't understand what it meant, and no one dared to slack off, and we followed Paul's movements without saying a word, and we danced wildly for about ten minutes, and I was a little out of breath.

Paul shouted, "Akula Matata! Then he waved me all down to face him, and then sat up and put our hands on top of our heads, and we did as Paul said, and Paul took the machete and gently wiped the throat of the ewe, and the ewe struggled and screamed in an instant, and the blood did not spurt out but dripped down like water, and Paul wiped the other hen in the same way. Then he had the black workers beat the African drums heavily, and Paul made us crawl under the ewes and hens one by one, and let the blood wash away our confessions!

"Hakura Matata!" Paul shouted, and our ceremony ended, and Paul struck the machete on the head of each of us, and we didn't understand it, and even I thought it was a little funny in my own heart, but I didn't dare to show it.