After separating from Ding Qing, Xu Shan found the patriarch Ataya, accompanied by Di Qiusha.

"A bonfire is a kind of ...... A way to celebrate, because the Kuhawiqi have a source of fire, so thank the gods, express your inner joy, let the gods know, and the gods will be very happy! At this moment, Xu Shan was in Ataya's tent, facing the patriarch and the two elders, trying to persuade them, and felt quite embarrassed for a while as soon as the words came out, everyone else seemed to understand half-understood, only the female priestess elder immediately vigorously agreed, which made Xu Shan breathe a sigh of relief. It can be seen that this priestess is really in awe from the bottom of her heart and worships the so-called "gods".

But what made Xu Shan's head big was that it was also this female priestess who completely upgraded the bonfire party in her heart into a grand sacrifice ceremony.

At the behest of Ataya, the Kuhawizi people moved quickly, and when the aborigines and players gathered around the huge trapezoidal altar again, the sun had just set, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread over the earth, and the sunset burned the horizon red, and in the gradually darkening night, among all the players, only Wei Zedong reached the highest point of the altar.

Wei Zedong slept until the afternoon, spent an afternoon, searching for memories of his childhood research on drilling wood for fire, after repeated attempts, he finally succeeded in trying in his tent, and lit the flame with only two wooden sticks, just taught the first batch of more than a dozen aborigines who came to study, and received news from Ding Qing and Xu Shan one after another, and learned that he had become the primary target of werewolves.

And at this moment, it was a perfect opportunity for him to once again convince the Kuhawiqi tribe, gain support, and allow himself to settle down.

Wei Zedong walked to the altar, stood behind the huge wooden pile that had been placed, faced the people under the altar, and took the props that he had ordered to go down and prepare for Ah Lizard. The props are a small slender wooden stick, a thick wooden plank, and a bird's nest. Wei Zedong put the wooden plank on the ground as a drill board, stepped on it with his feet and fixed it, then half-knelt down, bent over, and held another prop, the small wooden stick that was smoothed by stone tools as a drill pipe.

There is a groove carved by Wei Zedong on the drill plate in advance, so that the embers can be poured out for a while, and the groove is connected to the outside of the drill plate and a hole, and Wei Zedong inserts the small wooden rod that is regarded as a drill pipe into the drill hole, and holds the drill pipe with both hands and begins to rub.

"Look at the process of making a fire, don't drill too fast at first," Wei Zedong carefully explained to Ataya and the others who were watching carefully while operating, today's wind was very small, and after a while, the embers in the groove began to emit white smoke, "Speed up the drilling speed when the smoke is rising, just like this." When Wei Zedong felt that it was almost over, he took away the small wooden stick and slowly poured the embers that were still emitting white smoke into the fire primer, which was the bird's nest that Wei Zedong asked the lizard to climb to the tree to find.

The embers were poured into the bird's nest and there was still some white smoke, but it was obviously not as much as at the beginning, Wei Zedong did not hold it up, and immediately picked up the bird's nest and began to blow patiently and slowly inside, until the bird's nest in front of him burst out of sporadic flames, Wei Zedong was happy in his heart, knowing that he had succeeded again.

The bird's nest was slowly placed in the wooden pile, and then the air was blown in, and the flames burned more and more, and when it was almost time for Wei Zedong to get up, add branches to it, and watch the fire spread all the way until the whole wooden pile was ignited, forming a vigorous bonfire, and in the dim evening, the bright fire lit up, illuminating the faces of everyone on the altar, and the huge and mysterious totem behind everyone.

"God bless me Kuhawizi! Thank you! Thank you! The female priestess was excited, kneeling on the ground, under the light of the fire, Wei Zedong saw that her eyes were shining with tears, and the aborigines also knelt down with her, the sound of worship continued, the fire was soaring, the huge bonfire was burning, and Wei Zedong's sight was gone, the warmth came to his face, and he took a step back, and he couldn't see clearly for a while, only the dancing firelight in front of him, which made him feel a little trance, everything was going too smoothly.

"Ataya, let's start our memorial." Sideways smiled kindly at Ataya.

Ataya's eyes were sincere, and her mature face, which seemed to have been through the vicissitudes of life, also showed a gentle side, smiled back, and saluted again, Ataya got up, held the staff of the patriarch inlaid with red jade, walked to the front of the bonfire, bathed in the gaze of the Kuhawiqi tribesmen, and shouted: "Let's begin!" O people of the Kuhawiqi tribe, let us present our bonfires to the gods! ”

At the sound of the order, the dozen or so aborigines who had learned the method of drilling wood for fire with Wei Zedong set up the small bonfires that Ataya had ordered them to prepare in advance, and the small bonfires were scattered all over the place where the Kuhawiqi were stationed, and almost at the same time lit up the entire tribe in the darkening night.

The people under the altar were all boiling, shouting for joy, weeping with joy, and some even singing praises to the greatest gods. At this time, such a surging and great scene will also be forever engraved into their stone tablet allusions by the Kuhawiqi people, and together with their mysterious and ancient totem, it will be sealed into the long river of time.

Wei Zedong has also become a focal point in the hearts of every player, he is a thorn in the side of the werewolf, and he is also an existence that has to be admired in the hearts of good people, even the prophet, the person who wants to check his identity tonight, must be Wei Zedong.

"Grass, I'll make your ceremony more lively." Luo Qiang stayed in the crowd and watched the big movement on the altar, secretly ruthless, lowered his head and whispered a few words to Kong Bu, Kong Bu nodded after listening, passed through the crowd immersed in joy, and walked deeper into the night.

Ding Qing looked at Luo Qiang suspiciously, and Luo Qiang grabbed Ding Qing and said in her ear: "Beauty, the show has just begun." ”

The warm breath blew in his ears, although Ding Qing had a smile on his face, he still shrunk his neck unbearably, Wei Zedong kept watching Ding Qing on the high platform, and this scene happened to be in his eyes.

The crowd is jubilant, lively for a while, the night falls, the crescent moon hangs high in the sky, the night sky is clearer than last night, the stars and the moon are shining, people are in a good mood, cheering and dancing around the bonfire, today's hunting is also a bumper harvest, people eat fresh and delicious, as if in paradise.

Until the border area of the tribe ignited a raging fire, the sky-high flames accompanied by the screams far into the ears of the people who suddenly fell silent, fear, chaos, commotion, announced the end of the bonfire ceremony, Xu Shan watched from a distance under the altar, only to feel the chill from head to toe, looking up at Di Qiusha on the altar, only to feel that the heart was about to suffocate, just because the place where the fire broke out was the place where the sick were concentrated.

Di Qiusha suddenly looked at Luo Qiang, only to see him holding Ding Qing, in a good mood, and waved at Di Qiusha with a smile.

Anger, it goes without saying.