In front of the altar, the solemn sacrificial ceremony continues.

The ram and the cosy recited the sacrificial prayers, and every few minutes they had to offer wine and scatter the offerings. Before each drink, take a few drops on the ground before taking a sip. Every time the wine is changed, the chief priest must recite a corresponding sacrifice and occupy the bamboo hexagram on the ground, and the bamboo hexagram must be turned left and right.

There was a trace of trance in his mind, as a clan of the witch clan, the ram and the cozy enjoyed this moment very much, and could accept the worship of the whole clan, every time the wine was offered, the clan would bow to the bottom of the altar to worship once. Although he understood that the people were not worshipping himself, but the ancestors of Suyou who had traveled far away for thousands of years, the feeling of thousands of people kowtowing to himself on the central altar was self-evident.

This year is a crucial year, maybe next year his grandson will preside over the festival of this clan, maybe a year later the ram clan will completely disappear from the memory of the Heishui River. He cherished this last chance and enjoyed this kind of worship.

The bamboo hexagram landed, and he tried to control the result with his mind. The hexagram on the ground is shown to pounce right and turn left, not wishing.

The ram and the cowardly restrained his mood to hide the consternation in his faces, the auspicious and the fierce were only between one thought, often the two opposites of things, and he understood what the hexagram revealed.

Accustomed to playing divination games on weekdays, he thought he could accurately use his ability to divinate any hexagram he needed. But only this time he was stunned, he missed, and an embarrassed expression appeared on his face, which quickly faded away.

In desperation, he could only pick up the bamboo hexagram again and divinate again.

Syllable! The bamboo hexagram landed, this time it was a double flutter. According to the science of probability, the probability of accurately presenting a hexagram is 1/4, and if it is thrown by the ram and Shu himself, the artificial manipulation of the hexagram will naturally not be related to probability. He was stunned again, and once again missed.

Er Lei explained softly to Zhu Beichen how the hexagram was displayed as a wish, and the rest of the sacrificial procedures could be continued.

"This old man of the ram is really unlucky, he bumped into it twice in a row, and he was lucky." Zhu Beichen also responded softly, he had a very bad impression of Ram Yu, especially after Han Qingxin talked about how arrogant and domineering this child of the family was that day, and even hated Ram He.

"The Ram Clan Witch has never missed a ceremony in the past sacrifices." Erlei was also puzzled, and began to have doubts about this godlike old man.

Syllable! The bamboo hexagram landed for the third time, and the hexagram still failed to achieve its wish.

The Black Miao people, who knelt on their knees under the altar to watch the ceremony, were faintly uneasy, and their restless emotions gradually spread among the crowd, and the voices seemed a little noisy.

"What's wrong with the Ram Witch today?"

"Oh mom, the three hexagrams are not right, is the bamboo hexagram soaked in water today."

"Is this a celestial phenomenon warning that there is about to happen in the Heishui River?"

There was a lot of discussion below, and the Miao people began to suspect that the noise of the solemn memorial site was surging in all directions.

The ram and his cheeks were flushed, and it was difficult to stop shouting, after all, it was his own problem, if he forcibly used the majesty of the clan witch to suppress this group of clansmen, he would be even more shameless to walk around the Miao area in the future. He was already experienced, but he didn't know what to do at this time.

The bamboo hexagram lay quietly on the floor of the altar, he didn't pick it up, and he didn't pick it up.

"Quiet, the sacrificial ceremony is not allowed to be noisy!" After the ceremony was officially held, Zongzheng Qingrong retired from the altar, because only one chief priest was allowed to stand on the platform during the annual sacrifice. She now had to take the initiative to stand up and solemnly shout to stop the rioting clansmen.

The whole sacrifice must be a sacred and solemn existence, and the tribesmen are not questioning the sacrifice ceremony, but only questioning the ram and the comfort. Zong Zheng Qingrong's applause was still effective, and the whispered discussion in the venue suddenly stopped.

"Old Ram, I'll see it or replace me, do you think it's okay?" Zong Zheng Qingrong asked in a low voice with a pleasant face, but all this was cold and sadistic sarcasm in the eyes of Ram and Yu. But it was not good to pull down his face in front of so many clansmen to be childish with the other party, so he had to nod his head in acquiescence, and then walked off the altar angrily.

Zhu Beichen and his entourage of three Han people, as foreigners, it is really not suitable to bow on their knees, and it is not good to stand when everyone is kneeling reverently, so they have to half-bend their knees and support their hands on the ground.

He couldn't help but laugh, and let out a muffled laugh, just in time to be caught by the ram and Yu who walked down the altar, and glared at him fiercely.

The ram and the cowardly furious man stood silently in the corner of the altar and looked coldly at the countertop.

This old man is a lot older, and his anger is still so strong, Zhu Beichen sneered, and then shifted his attention to Zongzheng Qingrong again.

This was the first time he had the honor to see the existence of the first level of wizards in the Black Miao clan, and the ram and the cocoon had completely disappointed him, and he was looking forward to the performance of Zongzheng Qingrong and seeing the demeanor that really belonged to the clan witch.

In the hall of the third floor, a girl holding bamboo chopsticks gently plucked on the sand table, leaving scratches on the surface of the gravel, as if something was turned over by the bamboo chopsticks.

A maidservant girl entered the hall, walked to Ning Yun softly and slowly, approached Ning Yun's ear root and whispered a report. After hearing this, Ning Yun covered his mouth with his hand and couldn't hold back his laughter, making a cheerful sound. She sent her maidservant out, and turned to the witch again.

The graceful figure in front of the sand table was in a relaxed mood, the joy and anger were not visible, and the abyss entered the current, still as dignified and quiet as before.

"Girl, you're naughty again." Ning Yun tentatively joked, and she was the only one in Miao Di who dared to communicate with the Great Witch in such a homely manner.

"Huh?" Da Wuxiu's eyebrows condensed slightly, and his face was puzzled.

"The demon of the ram clan presided over the sacrificial ceremony this time, and his face was lost." Ning Yun muttered in her heart, it was really funny and infuriating that the girl was still pretending to be innocent after she had finished her pastime.

"Oh, that's what you said." Her expression looked a little cute, but it seemed to be thinking deeply, and she shook her head slightly and sighed lightly in a trance.

Where do I want to catch the demon clan witch, my personal destiny is determined, the avenue is easy to find, and the number of days is difficult to change! Although the ram clan is an external clan, it has always served the ancestors of the past dynasties, protecting the peace of the Heishui River for thousands of years, and the clansmen have been able to live and work in peace and contentment. I just want to remind him to seize this last chance and not make mistakes again and again, and finally fall into the abyss from which there will be no return!

She would not have spoken these words to anyone, let alone spoken to Ning Yun. As her elder, the elder of the clan, she has always been in awe.

The Great Witch breathed lightly, turned around and walked back to the inner room, leaving a puzzled condensation on his face.

The girl's heart sank more and more, and Ning Yun took pity on this poor witch since she was a child.