As if he specifically wanted to see this sacrifice of the Qingque tribe, after the snow stopped, the sun, which had not shown up for several days, showed his little face red today, blooming with ten thousand golden lights.

The snow reflected the light, making it bright and dazzling everywhere.

The people of the Blue Sparrow tribe didn't care about any of this, and they stood on tiptoe to look into the house with full anticipation.

In the room, stood the leaders of the Qingque tribe, such as the Divine Son, the Wu, the Chief, the Second Senior Brother, the Martyr, and the Senior Brother Sha.

The Son of God, who was standing in the middle, held two drumsticks in his hands, and explained something to the crowd, but several of them nodded their heads to show that they understood what the Son of God meant.

After a while, the elder brother came out and asked everyone standing outside to stand, while Wu took a feather crown and a bone staff in his hand.

Usually, when the sacrifice is made, the witch can just dance, but this time is obviously different.

The people of the Qingque tribe have not learned to line up, and even though they have tried hard to stand, they are still in a mess, and there are some chaotic and inaudible sounds, like mosquitoes singing.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a dull voice suddenly came out and exploded in my ears.

Wu's body trembled, the bone staff in his hand almost fell, and the senior brother and the others were also suddenly excited, even though they had been ordered by the Son of God before, at this time, under the sound of this sudden explosion, they were still taken away.

The humming outside the house died down, everyone fell silent, and many of them grew their mouths.

After a short period of sluggishness, amazement, panic, fear...... These emotions have just come to them.

There are timid people whose bodies are trembling, and some people even raise their heads to look at the sky.

The sky was bright and cloudy......

That...... So where did this sudden thunder come from?

Everyone was puzzled, and the fear of the unknown became even greater.

"Boom!"

While everyone was in shock, another dull voice exploded with the same sound as before.

This was followed by a series of "knock knock knock......! ”

Over there!

It's the son of God!

The senior brother and the two of them in the room, who were stunned by Han Cheng's sudden beating of the drum, were stunned for a while, and then remembered what the god son had explained before, and hurriedly walked to the back and stood on both sides of the totem pole.

With the departure of the two of them, the scene in the house that was originally blocked was finally clearly displayed in front of everyone.

Son of God!

It's the son of God!

They thought in their hearts.

Miko was holding a drumstick in one hand and smashing it hard at what they had newly made, which Miko called a drum.

Every time the drumsticks fell, there was a buzzing sound, and the sound was like thunder on a hot and rainy day, awe-inspiring and chilling.

This should have been a heavenly thing, but now it was tamed by the Son of God and got their Qingque tribe......

At this moment, they suddenly had an urge to worship.

To the gods, to the gods, to the gods, to this amazing drum that thunders, this is an idea that they have never had in the previous sacrifices.

Wu Cang's cheeks were white and then flushed, and his eyes looked at the drum that was beaten by the gods, and his body trembled with excitement.

Although he had learned about the role and effectiveness of the drum from Miko's mouth before, the power of the drum at this time was far beyond his imagination.

Did the Son of God put the thunder of heaven into this drum? He thought of it like the rest.

He thought like this for a while, and only then did he suddenly remember the previous explanation of the Divine Son, and while complaining about how he had delayed the sacrifice, he hurriedly prepared to start the sacrificial dance.

It was at this time that the Son of God suddenly stopped.

The thunder disappeared, the world fell silent all of a sudden, and Miko, who was holding the drumstick, frowned slightly, looked at the drum on the rack, and muttered to herself.

Wu was stunned for a moment, stopped the dance that was about to start, and hurriedly approached the side of Miko, wanting to know what was going on.

But I heard Miko whisper to himself: "No, the voice shouldn't be so small......"

Wu stiffened and almost fell.

My son, this sound is about to tear off the roof, and you are not loud enough?

Even if he is as calm as a witch, he doesn't know how to express his feelings at this time for a while.

"Light a fire."

Han Cheng thought to himself for a while while while with his drumstick, and then suddenly spoke.

There was a fire, a fire, and two people were in charge, and a fire was soon lit outside the door.

Han Cheng asked the second senior brother and senior brother Sha, who were originally arranged to carry the drum, to carry the drum out.

The two of them had more respect for this thunderous thing, and there was awe in respect of it.

According to Han Cheng's instructions, the two carefully carried the drum and went out with Han Cheng.

Under Han Cheng's instructions, he picked up the drum and put one end of the drum on top of the burning fire, more than 20 centimeters away from the flame, and let the fire roast.

After roasting for a while, he changed his head according to the command of the Son of God, and roasted again.

The onlookers of the Qingque tribe were amazed, the food would be better roasted on the fire, and now the god son asked people to roast the drum on the fire, is it difficult to eat?

Of course, Han Cheng didn't want to eat, but remembered the coping method he had seen before, and the drum was not very loud on a cold day.

Li He once wrote in "Yanmen Tai Shou Xing" that the frost is heavy and the cold is silent, and the Qingque tribe is as cold now.

If you want to make the drum louder, it's very simple, just make the drum hot.

The drum that had been heated by the fire was carried back and put into the shelf, and after Han Cheng signaled to several people in the room, the drumstick fell fiercely.

The skin covering the drum trembled rapidly, and a dull loud 'boom' came from the drum and headed around.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe inside and outside the house was shocked, and they only felt that the sound seemed to explode in their hearts.

The witch's eyes were full of awe and worship, and his heart moved with the constant roar, and for a moment he actually forgot to perform the sacrifice.

It wasn't until Han Cheng reminded him that he began to dance in a small area in the house, his steps were unprecedentedly vigorous, and his movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water, this old man who had never successfully communicated with the gods, this time he was sacrificing in this roaring drum, and suddenly he had a different feeling from before.

It seems to be one step closer to the gods......

Han Cheng didn't know much about beating the drums, but he just followed the rhythm of 'knock knock, knock' back and forth, and sometimes he would knock on it as he wanted when he was interested, anyway, there were no people who knew drums here, everything was up to him.

After some dancing, the drumming stopped for a while, and according to the previous instructions, the people gathered in front of the door were separated, and the witch with a feather crown and a bone staff danced out of the door and headed towards the cave.

Next came the second senior brother Sha who carried the drum set and the drum on the set, and Han Dashenzi, who carried the drumstick and knocked a few times on the drum that was lifted very low from time to time.

Behind them are the elder brother and the two mourners who are carrying the totem pole.

The rest of the people followed the totem pole and headed towards the cave together.

Inside the cave, amid the rumbling drums, Wu circled the totem pole and the elder brother and the two people who carried the totem pole and danced around three times, saying something indistinctly in the process.

After three laps, the totem pole is lifted and placed in its original position.

A bonfire was lit, dispelling the darkness inside the cave and illuminating everything clearly.

Beating the drum was a physical job, and Han Cheng was already sweating at this time.

Tired of beating the drums, he took advantage of this short opportunity to hand over the drumsticks to the idle elder brother.

The senior brother seemed a little cramped and withdrawn, but he already had the idea of being the shopkeeper, and the great god of Han naturally would not give him a chance to refuse.

After a simple teaching of some simple strokes, the drumstick was in the hands of the elder brother.

The elder brother holding the drumstick was tense, with nervousness, anticipation, and a sacred sense of responsibility.

This was the first time he had not participated in a sacrifice as a spectator.

In addition, he will personally handle this artifact that can incorporate the sound of thunder......

All of this filled him with excitement and anticipation.

Amid the roaring drums, the ritual began again.

Bows, arrows, and slings are respectfully placed on the stone platform in front of the totem pole, which is the best item that the people of the Qingque tribe can worship to the gods.

Han Cheng, a pseudo-god, stood by the totem pole as before, enjoying the same treatment as the gods - acting as a clay puppet.

With the dance of the witch and the rumbling drums, everyone sincerely thanked the gods for their favor to the Qingque tribe, and thanked the son of God for leading the Qingque tribe to become strong step by step......

Because of the advent of the drum, the people involved in the festival are more engaged than ever.

After a lot of excitement, the sacrifice ended, and the totem pole was carried by the elder brother and the mourner again and put back into the house.

Compared to the beginning, the ceremony should be simple and unhurried.

Also from today, the sacrificial ceremony of the Qingque tribe has been set a rough framework, which is divided into three procedures, welcoming the gods, sacrificing, and sending the gods.

In these processes, the initial welcoming of the gods requires the son of the god to beat the drum, the witch dance, and the leader to carry the totem pole where the god dwells with others.

At the time of the sacrifice, the leader beats the drum......

Compared with the solo dance of the witch in the past, this kind of sacrifice is more ceremonial and can make people devote themselves to it.

It can also better highlight the status of the gods, witches, and leaders in the Qingque tribe.

Of course, these are only rough outlines, and the later ones can be filled with new things as needed.