"Maybe, really."

Li Luan's eyes lit up, and he became more and more sure of the guess in his heart.

"But what should I do?"

Li Luwei kept reviewing the information in his head, constantly recalling how those ancient druids performed sacrifices.

Suddenly, Li Luwei remembered the oak tree and the legendary Stonehenge, these are all things that the druids used to sacrifice, but unfortunately, looking around, Li Luwei did not find that these things existed here.

Walking out of the inheritance palace, Li Luwei strolled in the stone city, perhaps, in this abandoned city, there were things he needed, Li Luwei guessed.

Soon, Li Luwei came to the edge of the city, which was a forest, and as he expected, large expanses of oak trees were planted here, and huge acorns hung high on them, shining in the sunlight.

The druids worshipped nature and regarded the oak tree as a symbol of the supreme deity, and they saw the mistletoe parasitism on the oak tree as a panacea, believing it to have divine healing properties. Therefore, this sacred fruit is also collected through a special ceremony, which is said to be performed only on the days of the full moon and new moon, or on the sixth night of the month. At this time, the great druid, dressed in white robes and gold jewelry, is to be cut from a tree with a golden scythe in hand.

At this time, Li Luxian couldn't take care of it so much, not to mention that there was no distinction between day and night in this half-plane, it belonged to the polar day state all the year round, where to find any full moon and new moon, it was the identity of the Great Druid, and Li Luxian didn't have it, let alone anything specifically used to harvest mistletoe gold jewelry and gold sickles.

After picking a large number of acorns and mistletoe, Li Luxian quickly rushed back to the inheritance palace.

Putting acorns and mistletoe on the ground, Li Luanwei couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded at this time.

"What should I do? Take a bow? Kowtow? Three bows and nine knocks? ”

Li Luwei didn't know about the rituals of the druids, but he remembered those materials in his head, and Li Luwei saw them by chance in his spare time out of curiosity.

Heap acorns into a mountain.

Take a bow...... No response......

Bow...... No response......

Cry...... No response......

Li Lu pouted worriedly......

Scatter the acorns all around so that there is an acorn in front of each relief.

Take a bow...... No response......

Bow...... No response......

Cry...... No response......

Li Luwu frowned......

In the same way, I made a whole set with mistletoe, and there was still no response.

"Smack!"

Li Luwu slammed an acorn to the ground and smashed it to pieces, "I'm wondering, are you really going to get along with me!?" I have to give a reaction, whether your old man is happy or unhappy, you have to have a reaction, you are silent, how do I know what to do!? ”

"And you druids too, aren't you just for an inheritance, don't you want to be so troublesome, it's all extinct and it's not worrying, you really want to cut off your children and grandchildren, right!?"

"I'm ¥#@%¥#%¥!!"

With the continuous fragmentation of his mouth, Li Luan's mind was spinning rapidly, and his intuition told him that there was nothing wrong with doing this, but the wrong method was wrong.

"Ding!"

A spiritual light pierced the void, and Li Luxian was smart.

After straightening his clothes, Li Lu walked to the center of the relief hall with a solemn expression, his eyes slightly closed, and slowly fell silent.

Gradually, bursts of magic power fluctuations came from Li Luan's body, and a gust of wind suddenly blew in the relief hall, blowing away the dust in the hall.

"O Heroic Soul who sleeps underground, please listen to my mourning, and may you forget the sorrows of the world......"

A strange tone came out of Li Yuyao's mouth, which was not any known language.

Li Luan's voice was vicissitudes and solemn, gradually, his voice became more and more ethereal, but the magic fluctuations on Li Luan's body became stronger and stronger.

The wind rose in the relief hall, at first it was a small whirlwind, gradually, the whirlwind became bigger and bigger, and finally, with Li Luwei as the center, a huge whirlwind was formed.

The whirlwind raged, blowing the entire relief hall, without any trace of dust, whimpering wind, like crying, like sighing, it was telling the joys and sorrows of the world.

Those reliefs that had not reacted just now suddenly emerged from their bodies one after another, like fireflies, surrounding Li Luan, flying in the wind.

This is the eulogy for the dead, it is the ancient eulogy that Li Luwei found by chance in a unique book, the legend is that the ancient sacrifices used to surpass the eulogy of the dead, it is the mourning of the living for the dead, so that the dead can be rested, and now it is used here by Li Luan.

Those points of light that surround Li Luan's worries are the heroic spirits of the ancient druids who were exterminated in ancient times, they have never left, they have always guarded the inheritance hall, this is their obsession, and it also binds them and prevents them from free.

With Li Jiwei's mourning, these points of light turned into human form one by one, they were men and women, old and young, some wore this animal mask, some held a staff more than one person long, some wore a cloak woven from leaves, and some seemed to be accompanied by animals, all kinds of people, this is the ancient druids.

I saw these druids floating in the air, a pair of eyes carefully looking at Li Luan, some scrutinizing, some delighted, some indifferent, and some agreed...... They constantly surrounded Li Luan, not letting go of any detail.

It's a pity that Li Luwei didn't know anything about this, and he was still immersed in the eulogy of the dead.

The eulogy for the undead was nearing the end, and at this time, the group of druids glanced at each other, as if they had decided something, and one by one floated down from the air, standing around Li Luan, forming a circle.

At the end of the eulogy, Li Luwei opened his eyes, and the scene in front of him startled him, although he had already guessed, Li Luwei was still shocked by the power of this undead eulogy, it turned out that this undead eulogy was true!

"You ......"

Before Li Luwei could finish speaking, this group of druids had already made a move.

I saw that they all stretched out a hand and pointed it at the top of Li Luan's head, and a burst of incantation came out of their mouths, which was not any kind of incantation that Li Luwei knew.

Suddenly, the ceiling above Li Luan's head shone brightly, and a seed with a glittering golden light came out of the ceiling and hovered above Li Luan's head.

"What are you?"

Li Luwei didn't have any resistance, and he could feel the kindness from these druid heroes.

The druids smiled at Li Yu, without any explanation, and the spell continued.

That magical seed suddenly emitted a thousand rays of light, and the intense golden light of Li Luwu couldn't help but close his eyes.

Under the action of a magical force, the seed slowly descended and slowly melted into the top of Li Zhiwei's head.

Li Lu only felt a cool feeling rising from the top of his head, and then spread all over his body, and then, this coolness turned into heating, as if he was soaking in a hot spring, every cell in his body was breathing, and he was cheering, at this moment, Li Lu couldn't wait to fall asleep deeply, it was so comfortable, his whole body was relaxed, and the fatigue accumulated in the past few days was swept away.

When Li Luwei opened his eyes again, what he saw was the group of druid heroes, smiling at him one by one, as if they were getting close, as if they were entrusting, and more like blessings, but their bodies had gradually dissipated, turning into points of light, dissipating into the air.

The relief hall regained its calm again, if it weren't for Li Luan's feeling that his body was full of vitality, he would have thought that the picture just now was his own illusion.

Looking around, Li Luwei found that those reliefs that were originally well preserved and lifelike have now changed their appearance and become rigid, not to mention, the reliefs are also full of cracks, showing a historical vicissitudes.

Perhaps, this should be the original face of these reliefs, but Li Yu's heart suddenly had a trace of reluctance, a trace of regret, perhaps, he should not disturb these heroic spirits, it is because of himself that these heroic spirits exhausted the last bit of energy, disappeared with the wind, and did not exist in the world.

"Hoo ......"

Taking a deep breath, Li Lu shook his head worriedly, dispelling the guilt in his heart, there is no turning back in life, the road still has to go.

Bowing to the reliefs around him again, Li Luxian walked into the third hall, the totem pole hall.