Being stared at straight by dozens of huge heads, Zhang Meng and the fat man were a little hairy in their hearts, but at this time Zhang Meng was still a little calmer than the fat man.

After a short period of dazing, the fat man tore his throat and ran back, running back, and kept shouting: "Ghost! Hell yes! ”

Looking at the fat man who was bluffing, Zhang Meng was so angry that he wanted to kick him to death.

Regardless of whether there are ghosts or ghosts in this poplar forest, when the fat man shouts like this, everything is estimated to have run away.

Just when Zhang Meng couldn't decide whether to go back or stay, he heard one or two sparks lit up in the distance. The spark was smashing on the fat man's head, and the fat man screamed in pain.

"Wow."

"I said you're a little fat man, what are you calling nonsense?"

It was Zhao San who came, he grabbed the fat man and came to Zhang Meng's side, and only after seeing Zhang Meng did he let go of the fat man.

"Third uncle, why are you here?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Humph!" Zhao San said dissatisfiedly: "You don't look at the sky, what time is this, there is no shadow for half a day to pick up firewood, and there is also a gunshot." Laizi and I were afraid that you would be in danger, so we came in to look for you. ”

"Oh." Zhang Meng nodded.

"By the way, why is this little fat man crying wolf?" Zhao San smashed the fat man with the pole of the cigarette pouch again and asked.

"Oh, third uncle, I said you light." The fat man screamed in pain and said, "Third uncle, is your cigarette bag still burning on the pot?" ”

"Light a yang fire for you, or you won't be a ghost crying wolf." Zhao San said.

"Third uncle, come and see, what is this?" Zhang Meng pointed forward, shone a flashlight on the strange blood tree, and said in a low voice.

"What?" Zhao San took the dry smoke in his mouth, walked in front of the blood tree, and when he saw the red blood tree, he couldn't help but let out a soft sigh.

"Huh?"

Seeing that Zhao San's reaction was not so nervous, the fat man was a little angry, and immediately shouted: "Old bandit, you look up, look up." ”

Being reminded by the fat man like this, Zhao San raised his head again, and when he looked at it like this, he immediately frowned.

The eyes were densely packed, and the disgusting limbs were all hanging from the entire canopy.

Although Zhao San's expression was a little abnormal after seeing this blood tree, Zhang Meng found that Zhao San was different from himself and the fat man, and there seemed to be some suspicion in his expression. I couldn't help but ask, "Third uncle, could it be that you see something?" ”

Zhao San nodded, shook his head again, and didn't know if he knew the bottom of this tree.

The fat man said anxiously beside him: "Old bandit, do you know what is going on?" ”

Listening to the fat man's words, Zhao San sighed: "How did you find this blood tree?" ”

Hearing Zhao San's words, Zhang Meng thought for a while and said, "The fat man said that he wanted to catch some wild things, so he followed, but he didn't expect to see this strange blood tree." ”

"Wild things?" Zhao San thought for a while, looked back at the fat man, and surprisingly didn't make fun of the fat man, but asked sternly, "Did you see it?" ”

"Nope." The fat man replied truthfully.

"That?"

"But we did hear movement." Zhang Meng said next to him.

"In other words, you just heard the movement, but you didn't see each other's figures?" Zhao San pondered for a moment and said, "It seems that Ye Jiu and Lai Zi's previous guess was correct. ”

"What speculation?" The fat man asked.

"Someone." Just when the three of them were chatting, Laizi walked over, he seemed to have heard everyone's conversation a long time ago, and said directly: "This is a man-made ......"

"Artificial?" Zhang Meng and the fat man glanced at each other, and finally Zhang Meng nodded and said, "I think so too, but why should the other party do this." ”

Listening to Zhang Meng's question, Zhao San said to himself beside him: "Third uncle, I don't really understand, is there anything else that can't be said about this sacrificial ceremony?" ”

"What ritual?" Hearing Zhao San's words, the fat man realized that Zhao San was likely to know something, and hurriedly asked.

Seeing that Lai Zi was thinking and didn't have the heart to respond, Zhao San explained to Zhang Meng and the fat man: "If I'm not mistaken, this should be the ancestor worship ceremony held by the Evenki people - Olai Nalen." ”

"Olenalen?" Zhang Meng thought about it and didn't hear it.

To put it simply, it is a traditional shamanic ritual of worshipping ancestors, in which all members of the clan or tribe participate in praying for the safety of people and animals, and for a good harvest in agriculture and animal husbandry. It is usually held in early spring. ”

"It's early spring." The fat man hurriedly said.

"Hmm." Zhao San nodded, walked to the treetops on the other side, and said, "Look at it again, what are the east and west sides of this treetop?" ”

"Huh?" The fat man was slightly stunned, but his eyesight was very good, and he immediately said, "It seems to be several birds in the shape of the sun and the moon, right?" ”

"Hmm." Zhao San nodded and said, "That should be a wooden model of a wild goose and a cuckoo." ”

"What is this for?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Shamans believe in the forces of nature, which should symbolize the sun and the moon." Zhao San explained: "Look at it again, the beast's head, throat, tongue, heart, lungs, kidneys, limbs and tail hanging from this tree should be grassland animals such as reindeer or calves. And this ......"

Zhao San pointed again and said, "The direction of the beast's head in the shaman means that it represents the ancestral god. ”

"I see." Zhang Meng nodded and added, "Then is this trunk smeared with blood also a sacrificial form?" ”

"Hmm." Zhao San said: "During the sacrifice, the shaman will perform a ritual of eating blood to pray for the blessings of the gods. ”

"In this way, this is just a way for the people of the steppe to pray for blessings, although it is a little bloody, but the wishes are still good. Why is your reaction ...... third uncle" Zhang Meng looked at Lai Zi, who was still contemplating on the side, and asked softly.

"If that's what you say, it's easy." Zhao San glanced at Laizi with a gloomy face, as if he was waiting for Laizi's answer.

Zhao San followed the masters of the Six Doors to rob the tombs together, although he also knew some Northeast customs and even things related to shamans, but he was not proficient. Lai Zi is mysterious and proficient in many things that everyone doesn't know, and at this moment, Zhao San can only count on Lai Zi to see something.

"Could it be because it's so remote?" Seeing that Zhao San and Lai Zi looked different, the fat man didn't joke anymore, but interjected and said: "Since it is a blessing ceremony, it should be chosen in a place with many people, how can it be here?" ”

"Maybe it's because the four old ones were broken back then, and they were broken?" Zhang Meng asked rhetorically: "In order to prevent the Red Guards from discovering it, the grassland tribe chose this kind of place for the sacrifice?" Until now, people have gotten used to it. ”

Listening to Zhang Meng's reasonable response, Lai Zi thought for a while and said, "I saw this poplar forest just now, and it doesn't look like a place where people come every year. ”

"Maybe there are fewer people who believe in this?" The fat man said: "How can the young people of today still believe this, maybe only a few old stubborn people will come here to get this." ”

"Hmm." Laizi nodded and said, "You're right. ”

"Haha, Zhang Quede, how is it? Fat man, I guessed right, right? Listening to Laizi's affirmation, the fat man raised his head proudly.

"I think the blood tree sacrifice ceremony here should be performed by some few shamans." Lai Zi said sadly.

"Shaman?"

Hearing Lai Zi mention the shaman, Zhang Meng and Zhao San seemed to think of something at the same time, and couldn't help blurting out: "Shaman witch? ”

"Shamanic witches?" Hearing Zhang Meng and Zhao San's suspicions, the fat man stood up and immediately shouted, "Do you suspect that it is the shaman witch of that village temple?" ”

Zhang Meng thought for a while and said, "It's very likely, didn't Guo Sheng say that this shaman witch will occasionally disappear for a period of time and go north?" ”

"Then is she here to hold the Olenalen sacrifice?" The fat man thought about it, and hurriedly asked, "Damn!" That woman's cry, and the person who pushed me inexplicably, aren't they all this shaman witch? ”

Everyone didn't speak, they were all secretly guessing.

"No, no." As soon as he finished speaking, the fat man quickly shook his head and said, "The shaman witch is not ...... Belch...... Did they take it away and go to find the tomb of Genghis Khan? ”

"But the Thousand Faces Sun has come back intact." Zhang Meng looked at the fat man and said.

"You mean the shaman witch has returned, too?" The fat man said, "Could it be that she subdued the Thousand Faces Sun with witchcraft?" Damn, this old witch is so powerful? ”

"It's not impossible." Raiko nodded.

"Doesn't that mean that the dangers encountered along the way are the fault of this old witch?" The fat man smacked his tongue and affirmed: "Yes, yes, yes!" It must be like this, the steppe stone people, the headless cavalry, the Martian ants, and now the Olenalen, but they are all shamanic teachings! ”

Seeing that no one responded to him, the fat man said worriedly: "Damn! I don't know what else this old witch will use to trick us. ”

Seeing that the fat man was a little flustered, Zhang Meng said: "Now I can't confirm that it was the shaman witch who framed us. ”

"Damn!" The fat man rolled his eyes: "Even if it's not this old witch, it must be someone who knows shamanic witchcraft who is keeping an eye on us at all times." ”

"But aren't we all right now?" Zhang Meng said.

"What a fart!" The fat man pursed his lips and said, "If it's really good, can you still not find the tomb?" If you want to be really good, can you meet the Headless Horseman? If it's really good, will I almost be the breakfast of those ants? Grandma's, I think this trip is a little weird! Maybe there's something abominable ahead of us. ”

Seeing that the fat man was chattering, Zhang Meng comforted: "But now, aren't we in any big danger?" ”

As soon as Zhang Meng's words landed, the beast head hanging in the middle of the tree suddenly let out a strange laugh, and then flew towards the fat man and the others!