On the trail leading to the summit, a long procession can be seen.

The first drum beat did not mean that the great sacrifice was about to begin, but that it was a notification to call the people up the mountain.

After all, it takes almost an hour to walk from the foot of the mountain to the top.

Therefore, usually an hour after the first drum beat ends, the festival officially begins.

Because they lived halfway up the mountain and were close to the top of the mountain, Lin Luo and the others were the first people to arrive at the sacrificial square on the top of the mountain.

Looking around, Lin Luo found that on today's most important day, all the people in the tribe had been carefully dressed.

The warriors were eager to wear all the bone ornaments made of the spoils of war to show off their past exploits.

The women are carefully groomed and adorned with a collection of colorful bird feathers on their heads and bodies.

The others also braided their hair into braids, threw away their straw skirts, and replaced them with animal skin skirts that they were usually reluctant to wear.

Looking at such a scene, Lin Luo couldn't help but reach out and touch his dog's head.

In the past two months, because of the long hair, he asked Yong to give him a haircut, although Yong's skills are better than that of grain grass, but he still belongs to the ranks of dogs.

Such a head shape makes him extremely conspicuous in the crowd.

However, turning his head to look at the Gu Cao beside him, Lin Luo felt a little better in his heart, at least he was not the only one who was an outlier.

At the same time, Lin Luo couldn't help but secretly complain in his heart, these guys are usually too lazy to wash their hair, and there are fleas in their hair, why don't they just cut them all off and keep them so long.

Is it just to braid the braids at the time of the great sacrifice? What kind of African aesthetic is this?

......

In this way, in Lin Luo's secret complaints, time passed little by little, and more and more people gathered in the sacrificial square.

Finally, when all the tribe members had gathered, the chieftain, covered in various bone ornaments, walked out of the crowd.

"Quiet!"

The chief shouted at the crowd at first, and the coercion of being a bloodline warrior was slightly revealed.

Suddenly, the entire square fell silent in an instant.

Seeing this, the chief continued to shout: "Now, please hold a great sacrifice for the witch!"

As the chief's shout fell, the witch slowly walked out of the cave.

Today, Wu also deliberately freshened up, changed into a clean linen clothes, and still held the purple bamboo cane in his hand.

"I've seen witches!"

Led by the chief at the front, all bowed to the witch.

"Hmm. ”

Glancing around the crowd in front of him, Wu nodded lightly with a smile.

Afterwards, Wu didn't say any more nonsense, and directly announced aloud: "Drumming and sacrificing!"

Knock! knock......

As the sound of witch whispers fell, a drum sounded.

In each of the four directions of the sacrificial square, a large drum is placed, and the drum surface is made of the skin of a fierce animal, and the drummers are all totem warriors.

Therefore, the sound of the drum sounds like a muffled thunder, and the momentum is majestic and moving.

At the same time as the drums sounded, the two totemic warriors who had been arranged to sacrifice also respectfully carried a bamboo tube made of giant bamboo and walked slowly from the back of the square.

The two of them stepped on the drum and paused, and when they walked in front of Zizhu Ling, they stopped and began to tilt the bamboo tube slowly.

As the bamboo tube tilted more and more, a red liquid flowed out of the bamboo tube, which happened to be poured on the roots of the purple bamboo spirit.

For a while, the entire square was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Lin Luo, who had drunk the diluted blood of the fierce beast for more than two months, also instantly smelled that it was the blood of the mixed blood fierce beast, and it was not diluted in any way.

"Thank you, my soul!"

At the forefront, Wu shouted loudly at Zizhu Ling's knees.

"Thank you, my soul!"

The others also knelt in unison, shouting in unison.

Lin Luo was naturally among them, and his expression looked very respectful.

At first, when he didn't know much about the world, he only regarded the spirit as an ethereal existence, and even regarded the witch as a god.

Later, when he learned of the true existence of the spirit, he was more in awe and fear.

Now, after living here for more than two months, he has gradually become accustomed to this world without Internet and WiFi, and he also has a little sense of belonging to the Bamboo Tribe.

"Thank you, my soul!"

Soon, when all the beast's blood had been dumped, Wu let out a loud shout again.

"Thank you, my soul!"

The others followed again.

The tribe holds a great sacrifice, and the main worship is the guardian spirit of the tribe.

Perhaps, when the ancestors of the tribe first met the spirit and made a covenant of peaceful coexistence, the two were in an equal relationship.

But the average soul has a much longer lifespan than a human being.

In this case, after the tribe has multiplied for several generations, more than a dozen generations, or even dozens of generations, the identity of the spirit will inevitably change dramatically.

Because, during this time, the witch may suffer an illness or accident and die suddenly.

But as long as the guardian spirit of the tribe remains, it can continue to find the next successor from the tribe, train him as a new witch, and impart his knowledge.

Therefore, it is obviously more important than the witch who is called a wise man, the spirit that is equivalent to a living knowledge base.

Therefore, the longer the tribe is inherited, the more their people respect the spirit, and even regard it as a god.

After the sacrifice is made and the guardian spirit is worshipped, the first half of the main sacrifice is completed.

However, Wu did not get up, but continued to bow and say loudly: "Ask my spirit to give me a totem!"

"Ask my spirit to give me a totem!"

The rest of the tribe shouted again.

With the shouting of everyone, Zizhu, who had been silent, seemed to be revived at this time, exuding a faint coercion.

Subsequently, the bamboo stem of the purple bamboo lit up with purple light, and between the branches and leaves at the top, a spold of bamboo flowers also grew at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In a few breaths, the bamboo flowers withered and withered and flew away with the wind, and a few bamboo seeds that emitted a purple light slowly fell into Wu's hands.

Although the original owner of the body would participate in the big sacrifice every time he was a child, it was the first time Lin Luo had seen such a magical sacrificial scene.

The main reason is that the previous status of the original owner was too low, and he could only be at the outskirts of the crowd, plus he never dared to look up at will during the sacrifice, so Lin Luo did not find the slightest memory of this aspect.

Of course, if the original owner of the body really had this memory, in the face of such an incredible scene, it was impossible for Lin Luo to deny the existence of the spirit before.

"Xie Wuling bestows the totem!"

Wu respectfully held the bamboo seeds in both hands and said loudly.

"Xie Wuling bestows the totem!"

The crowd shouted again.

After that, Wu Cai stood up from the ground, looked at the bamboo seed in his hand and announced to everyone, "This year, the spirit has given nine totems. ”