Two days had passed in the blink of an eye, and we were so bored that we had visited the first half of the tribe. And there are already a lot of little girls from the Wu clan who are quite familiar with us, and they will stop to say hello when we meet.

However, in the past two days and two nights, not to mention Xiao Yuwei's shadow, even the old witch has not seen it at all. Come to think of it, it has never come out of the tribe at all.

Today is the seventieth birthday of the patriarch of the Wu clan, and almost the entire tribe is jubilant, which is more lively than the New Year.

Every few steps, you can see at least one Miao family woman wearing a beautiful dress, smiling like a flower, Wu Yue has become the focus of everyone's attention, wearing a set of specially made, and its exquisite and gorgeous Miao clothes, with a cold appearance, fascinated those who even the driver's uncle's eyes lit up, not to mention those teenagers of the Wu tribe.

But for some reason, at this moment, I miss Yuwei very much, and I miss the figure that was once in the ancient tomb, red and like a god......

It is a little strange that the Wu clan put the birthday carnival in the evening, perhaps to cooperate with the reason for the sacrificial ceremony.

In the evening, the high-ranking people of the Wu clan, as well as people from several major tribes, as well as the young talents of the Wu clan, all gathered in the square.

In the center of the square, there was a hexagonal table, half a man high, very large, and very exquisite, which did not feel like a sacrificial table at all, but a work of art, a very precious antique.

Especially when the fat man, a money fan, almost didn't drool after seeing this table.

I gave the thing a blank look, frowned and continued to look over.

On the sacrificial table, there are nine golden wine cups, a sterling silver vase-like thing, three pieces of rune paper, a pair of hexagrams, and a very small and delicate gong and drum side......

Not only that, but all six legs of this table are tied with flags of different colors. There was another huge basin under the table, and in the basin, in a scattered shape, there were three pieces of silver rune paper!

"This is the altar of prayer for eternal life?" The fat man asked in a voice that only I could hear.

I looked solemn and didn't answer, it seems that this is true, but I always feel weird.

This kind of altar is extremely mysterious and unpredictable.

"The sacrifice begins!"

Wu Yue stepped forward and lit a stick of incense and inserted it into the incense burner on a square table opposite the altar, her voice sacred but indifferent.

I became more solemn, this Wu Yue's expression felt strange, as if there was no joy in praying for immortality for his father, but a sense of indifference in his clothes......

"Grandma, can you pray for eternal life?" Xuan'er was obviously a little dumbfounded.

With her strength, she can barely be regarded as a great wizard, but she doesn't seem to have seen this kind of altar at all.

"It's a little similar to praying for health and longevity, but it's ......a little different," even Xuan'er's grandmother had a groaning expression.

The corners of my mouth hooked, and I looked at Wu Yue and his father coldly, I didn't believe it at all, this ghost has so many eyes that Wu Yue is scared to death, where can her father be simple, it's not good, this altar is really not so simple.

I trust my instincts, and I can't tell what's wrong with it now, but I still feel awkward in my heart.

After thinking about it, the high priest in charge of the sacrifice entered.

When I saw that face clearly, I felt a chill down my back and was even more sure of my guess.

This high priest is actually the missing nanny aunt!

"Xuan'er, who is this person?" I quietly pulled Xuan'er, Xuan'er took the opportunity to shrink back, pouted, "This is the Great Elder of the Wu Clan, the First High Priest of the Wu Clan, Wu Qing!" ”

I sneered, and sure enough, my name was Wu Qing. When she was a nanny before, she changed her name to Wu Qing, and I was a little suspicious. However, I still underestimated her, but I didn't expect that she was actually the first high priest of the Wu clan.

This means that her status in the Wu clan can only be compared with the patriarch, and the saintess who is admired by thousands of people is just a junior who should be obedient and obedient in front of her......

Moreover, I found that among the top three tribes in Miaojiang, it seems that women occupy a large part of the position, which is surprising.

During the conversation, the high priest Wu Qing took out a metal stick with a gold cloth wrapped around his head from his bosom and placed it next to the gong and drum on the table.

At the same time, with a wave of her hand, the three rune papers on the table fluttered up, forming a windmill shape, automatic without wind, and rotating non-stop.

Wu Qing picked up the gongs and drums and hammers, and with a click, a dull sound of gongs and drums echoed throughout the tribe, and the three spinning charms burned at the same time, but the speed of rotation did not slow down.

"Nima, this is an invincible Hot Wheels!" The fat man underestimated in surprise, although the voice was not loud, but several people heard it, but fortunately, they were basically from the He family.

Xuan'er and I glared at the dead fat man, this guy has a cheap mouth, how can he not be restrained anywhere.

Wu Qing's lips opened slightly, as if she was chanting a mantra, but her voice was so small that we couldn't hear what she was chanting at all.

What happened next was even more strange......

Wu Qing actually carried the gong and drum, beating as she walked, and gradually walked out of the altar and walked towards the tribe.

And, she added that road, and it was covered with a black carpet, which was very strange.

"What the hell is this?" Xuan'er muttered in surprise, obviously Wu Qing's rituals were not common.

Behind Wu Qing, the patriarch of the Wu clan, Wu Yue, Wu Ri, and many others followed in turn, slowly walking towards the night.

After the High Priest left, not only the guests from our tribe, but also the Wu clan themselves, there were whispers, obviously discussing the ritual that resulted from this prayer.

"Sister, what do you think?" Xuan'er's grandmother looked at the old man Xu Xiu with a smile. Xu Xiu rarely didn't smile, staring at the hexagonal table with deep eyes.

My heart moved, and in the scene, I guessed that the strongest strength would belong to this old man Xu Xiu, looking at her appearance, she didn't quite understand this ritual when she died, so she hesitated a little.

"Although the witchcraft of our three major tribes is not the same, the general direction is still the same, this kind of spell, I really haven't heard of it!" Grandma Xuan'er shook her head slightly and exchanged glances with Xu Xiu.

During the conversation, the departing sacrificial troops returned.

However, behind Wu Qing, it was not Wu Yue who followed, but eighteen guys wearing robes and cloth covers.

This outfit is similar to An Muxue's corpse.

Not bad! It's a corpse!

These eighteen guys, although they move freely, are always a little different from the living. There is another thing that gives me a bad feeling......

These eighteen people, whether they are tall or in size, are all exactly the same!