I put down my two children and stared in amazement at the street, which was already extraordinary today and yesterday, the face of the sun just showing the horizon, and it was already crowded. At the end of the street is a tall and majestic bronze altar, and the wide street is lined with flowers and branches, and colorful vegetation is placed in rows on both sides of the street.

The first wave can see that it is a feast, I judged from the pot of bronze bacon, after all, I still had to gobble up last night, this street should be the widest street in this bronze fishing village, but the victory is not too long, and it is only one hundred and eight meters long.

The second wave of people was crowded, it was the girls from the Northern Hunan Kingdom who were dancing, I could see that they were very happy, only a little weird wanted me to escape, that is, they couldn't make a sound, they couldn't speak, this silent dance was more like the kind of circle dance of the ancient herdsmen around the bonfire, with this dead bronze building, I actually felt that this was a dance with the taste of death, and I had goosebumps like a grave.

Fang Cai's sigh was washed away by this weird dance! I wonder if we're walking into a graveyard of living corpses, dead but unable to speak, pulling us into death and finally joining them; Or when we die, all our corpses will be turned into bacon in that bronze basin, and they will chew it up fiercely.

I was thinking wildly, when suddenly my wrist was grabbed, I snorted, and looked down to see that it was the old chief of the remnants of the Northern Hunan Kingdom.

He curled his beard, smiled and pointed to the small bronze hall on the right side of the altar, and then pulled me there, I saw that his face was full of red light, not like a dead man, and the suspicion just now disappeared at once.

The old chief waved his hand, and the children in the third wave of the feast in front of me all ran happily towards the hall, and without thinking about it, they went to get them up.

The old chief and I went to the small hall, and at last we saw some wooden furniture with high legs, and in the center of the hall we saw an old fuchsia robe hanging from a malachite statue. The old chief pointed to the mural on the wall, and I understood everything at a glance. This is a sand painting painted by the ancestor Guo Shoujing, the surface is covered by a translucent white film of unknown material, enveloping the fine sand.

There are words and paintings, the words are small seals, I can understand it, the fine sand is also dyed, the general content is that this purple robe is the robe worn by the patriarch of the witch burial faction, Guo Shoujing took off this robe and stored it here, leaving it to me, literally, he is the last patriarch of the witch burial faction, if he can't pass on this position at that time, the fate of the witch funeral faction can only disappear into the world.

He told me that he could figure out that I could come, but he didn't figure out my name, which was his regret when divination, and he asked me to wear this dress and memorize all the contents of the dragon burial technique, which had a great effect on my future protection, and then left this sheepskin scroll in the Beixiang tribe, so that they could pass it on from generation to generation, and use the burial array to protect themselves, because they were oppressed by other countries in ancient times, and it was the longest to live and reproduce in the burial array.

When I think about it, this really makes sense, thinking that Beixiang should be the fourth human being on this earth, it is completely different from the black, yellow and white human beings, not only the height of the dwarf, but also a major feature, that is, the Beixiang people have strange eyes, delicate and small facial features, and if they really want to live together with human society, they will definitely be regarded as aliens.

Just as I was seeing the end, a voice rang out outside the hall, and it was Jiazi Leg.

"Hey! Look, all of you! Last night, he didn't see it too clearly, this shape, this look at the sky, is it very similar to the Huabiao of Tiananmen Square in Beijing, grandma's, it is really the same. ”