The old bell said that it is so decided, I will sneak in and take a look first, you and the little pumpkin go over there to check the situation, the time is limited to one hour, whether there is a harvest or not, we must return here to gather.

I said okay, old bell, be careful yourself, don't let anyone find out. Lao Zhong shook his head and smiled, and his eyes flashed brightly in the night sky, saying that they couldn't find me, and I had done this kind of thing when I was on the battlefield.

Once we have made up our minds, we don't procrastinate and spread out to our own forms.

The place where Ge Zhuang and I were going was a crowded place, so there was a great risk of exposure, so for the sake of prudence, I asked Ge Zhuang to take off his shirt first, smear a lot of black mud on the ground, and wipe it on his body and face.

After taking off his shirt, he doesn't look much different from the people of the Li tribe, after smearing Ge Zhuang with mud, Ge Zhuang also painted a scoop according to the gourd, and painted me with mud, in order to camouflage it more likely, we found a branch and cut it into a stick, and took it in our hands to disguise it as a throwing gun, plus the cover of night, it really looks like a savage.

Ge Zhuang expressed his pity, saying that we can't get animal skins, otherwise it would be more like making a robe and wrapping it around the body.

I said, why don't you save some thought, can the Li people still recognize their compatriots? I disguised you so that they couldn't tell from afar, and it's useless to get close to you and turn you into a big face, do you think they won't be able to recognize if we are from the tribe?

We crawled along the earthen dam outside the tribe, fortunately the terrain here did not pass through the artificial high side, so the wild grass is very dense, just convenient for me and Ge Zhuang to hide, we lurked in the wild grass, along the mud road outside the village slowly approached, as the distance got closer and closer, we saw a huge arched grotto, in front of the grotto stood on the flat ground at least two hundred people, all holding torches, in the "woo ba" cheering.

On a circular altar in front of the grotto, there is a cross-shaped frame made of logs, a bit like the torture table used by medieval Christianity to burn pagans, and several large iron hooks are hung on it.

On the altar stood a man with feathers on his head, his shape was erect, he was not a good person at first glance, this guy's face was wrapped in a layer of white ash, but the two eye sockets were made black with black dye, he looked like a person from a distance, only looked like a ghost, this kind of person on TV must belong to the villain!

Ge Zhuang dragged me to hide on a wooden shelf, pointed to the cheering Li people under the altar, and whispered What are these guys doing together, isn't it for sacrifice?

I gave Ge Zhuang a few gestures and told him not to speak for a while, just watch quietly.

Under the gaze of both of us, the fellow with the feathers on his head raised his hands, his skin crumpled and his ribs protruding, and bowed in a certain direction behind the altar, and I squinted and saw that there was a black hole in the grotto not far behind the altar, and I don't know what it was, but the men knelt in a very reverent posture.

After taking the clansmen to worship a few times in a row, this guy with a feathered head raised his hand, turned around, faced the clansmen under the altar, and said a lot in words that neither Ge Zhuang nor I could understand. The mood of the people in the audience was unprecedentedly high, and they all raised their hands and jumped and jumped, as if they were welcoming the arrival of some important person.

I couldn't understand what they were doing, but my intuition told me that these Li people were probably performing some kind of ritual to worship the gods, but I didn't see any sacrifices on the altar, and I wondered if these people were going to sacrifice to the gods empty-handed.

Then I saw that the people standing on the altar clapped their hands, and several Li people in the crowd stumbled up to the altar with a bloodied man tied with ropes.

Under the light of the fire, a bloody face was revealed, completely covering his entire face, but I still recognized at a glance that the guy who was being pushed onto the altar by the Li people was actually Uncle Hesa, who had broken up with us not long ago.

How did he end up here?

I couldn't hide it immediately, and wanted to stand up, but I was pressed to death by Ge Zhuang, he leaned into my ear and whispered, "Little pumpkin, don't be impulsive, run out at this time and expose yourself in front of the Li people, isn't it looking for death?" ”

I could only force my impulse and continue to read patiently.

Uncle Heza was pushed to the altar by the Li people, and several Li people directly trapped his hands and feet with hemp rope woven from tree vines, and hung the person directly and fixed it on the cross-shaped wooden shelf.

Look at it like this, they are planning to sacrifice Uncle Hesa alive! I can't imagine that in the 21st century, there will be such a savage and bloodthirsty race.

Although I would like to rush up and save the people, there are at least two hundred members of the Li tribe around the edge of the altar at the moment. These hairy and blood-drinking creatures live in harsh natural environments all year round, and often fight with wild beasts, so their bodies are exceptionally strong, especially the few people who drove Uncle Heza to the altar, their muscles bulging like ping-pong balls, and they are extraordinarily powerful. If Ge Zhuang and I choose to rush forward at this time, then the "sacrifice" tied to the altar will probably have two more members.

Uncle Hesa, who had been tied to a wooden frame, raised his head a little higher, and I noticed that his left eye was actually useless, as if it had been hit by some blunt object, and half of his face did not have a good skin, and his eye sockets were still bleeding, and he was angry.

I looked at Ge Zhuang and found that when he glanced at me, his face was also flushed, and there was anger in his eyes. It seems that Uncle Hesa did not choose to bury the corpses of the villagers and leave after separating from us, but touched the mountain alone, ready to take revenge on these Li people.

If it weren't for his recklessness, maybe he would have been able to escape, but now that he is playing everything, how could he be the opponent of so many Li people alone, and if it is like this, Ge Zhuang and I can't do anything.

I looked very sadly at Uncle Heza on the altar, who had been tied up like a rice dumpling, his body was purple and blue, and his serious injuries were difficult to treat, I was afraid that even if he was rescued, he might not be able to be cured well if he was sent to the hospital, and the guy who was staring at the bright feathers on his head kept circling around him, holding a broken bowl in his hand, and constantly dipping an unknown liquid with a tree branch, patting on Uncle Hesa's body and shoulder.

After a long time, the fellow stopped what he was doing, and read a quick passage to Uncle Heza, the content of which I don't know what it was, and it seemed to be rhythmic, as if he were reciting some ancient scripture.