The story that the children of the Li family would be taken away by noble sacrifices when they were ten years old quickly spread among the clan.

Ahan clearly felt that his status in the clan had been elevated. When the men of the clan saw him, they no longer looked at children. Of course, the happiest thing is that the father at home has significantly less beating and scolding for him. It's rare to slap in the face when you meet.

Although it was a little unaccustomed for a while, it was undoubtedly a good thing.

It's almost the end of the year in a blink of an eye, and there are festivals like the Spring Festival in the previous life in this world, but it's much more lively. Of course, this festival is not a visit to relatives and friends like the Spring Festival in the previous life, but a grand ancestor worship, a grand ancestor worship.

As the day of worship of ancestors approaches, the village gradually becomes noisy, especially at night, all kinds of wild beasts roar, wail, one after another, people can not sleep.

These beasts are captured alive by the village's hunting team in the dark forest, and they are locked up in a specific place to wait for the day of ancestor worship.

And women are not allowed to be idle, they need to pick all kinds of fruits and millet in advance. Every household fills a clay pot with a hill-shaped fruit. These fruits are not directly eaten, but used to make wine.

With such a lively festival, even Ahan, a man whose soul came from the earth, began to get excited in his heart.

Although he has experienced it twice, the first two times he watched from afar with a group of little boys, and he had no chance to participate at all.

Because of the festival, according to the clan rules, children and women under the age of ten are not allowed to participate in the ancestor worship day at all. Unfortunately, even if Ahan had the soul of an adult, and he was only seven years old, it would be impossible for him to have a carnival with his people.

This year, however, he was allowed. Since that incident, he has been looked at differently by his clansmen, and with the consent of the priest, he is allowed to participate.

This undoubtedly satisfied his exuberant curiosity.

A month later, the ancestor worship day finally arrived, and the whole village lit bright torches in the evening, and the fire was bright.

All the men of the clan sat around a clearing, and hundreds of wild beasts were tied to the ground with their limbs tied, and they looked frightened, struggling hard, and making suffocating sounds, even the most ferocious beasts, at this time they all showed a look of despair.

Every man took out his home-brewed fruit wine and poured it into a huge earthen pot one by one, everything seemed solemn and silent, orderly, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

As more and more wine is in the earthen pot, an enticing aroma mixed with fruit aromas gradually fills the air.

From time to time, the surrounding men let out forcibly suppressed swallowing sounds, and even a person like Yahan, who had no interest in wine at all, felt the mellow and sweet flavor of the fruit wine.

At this time, there was a commotion around, and not far away, four strong men, carrying a statue more than three meters high, were walking steadily towards this side. One of them was the patriarch, and Ahan's father, Ali, was among them, and these four strong men were the most powerful warriors in the clan.

And the old tooth-losing sacrifice followed the four.

The commotion quickly subsided, and the surrounding men lowered their heads and did not dare to look at the statue, and the surroundings became more solemn.

The statue, resting firmly in the center of the field, made a slight crashing sound.

Yahan also hurriedly lowered his head, lowered his head for a while, and his curiosity was attacking, and he couldn't help but look up and sneak a glance at the statue. His body shook suddenly, and his heart was in turmoil.

"Three-eyed, that's a three-eyed statue!" Ahan exclaimed in his heart. This statue is very rough, the facial features are blurred, and there is no sense of art, even the worst stone carvers can carve this statue at will. But even in the blur, the erect eye on the forehead, he could distinguish it clearly.

He involuntarily touched the scratch on his forehead. Could it be that the ancestors of this race used to be three-eyed humans, and with the passage of time, the eyes on the forehead were like the tails of the earth's humans, gradually disappearing with evolution or degradation?

But what's really going on with that statue on Earth? Could it be that the ancestors of this race have ever come to Earth? And the incredible power that emanates from the eyes of the Earth statue. All sorts of thoughts. For a moment, his head was stirred into a pot of porridge.

While this Han was thinking wildly, the ancestor worship had already begun.

The old man, already dancing wildly in the clearing, seemed to be singing and telling. The tone is strange, very different from the language that is usually spoken. A desolate tune, echoing in the air. Ahan gradually threw away the cranky thoughts in his heart and immersed himself in this ancient sacrificial ritual.

After half an hour, the sacrifice finally stopped. His eyes emitted wisps of black light, and his thin palms were like chicken claws, and as soon as he grabbed the void, a horned python struggled to levitate from the air. From the side, he picked up a white bone staff and gently swiped at the horned python, which was five or six meters long.

Suddenly, an invisible qi blade slashed quickly, and the horned python instantly hit the ground with its head and broke into two. Immediately after that, his bone staff pulled, and under the action of gravity, the blood falling to the ground seemed to be pulled by some kind of force, and suddenly crossed a strange arc and sprinkled on the statue.

"Ancestors, bless our people with good weather in the coming year, harvest more food, and let the mother-in-law give birth to more babies......

Ahan looked closely at the weak sacrifice, and his heart was already shocked by the power he displayed.

No matter how much physical strength the clansman has, he can accept it, it is nothing more than the difference between big and small. But this kind of power like legendary magic or immortal magic made him unable to calm his heart.

This power is so mysterious and magical, and the mystery is awe-inspiring.

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After the ancestor worship ceremony, it was the carnival of the clansmen, and the remaining beasts were also slaughtered on the spot, and the smell of blood, meat, and wine was mixed together and fluttered in the small village. The bold singing and rough laughter sounded from time to time, and the men of the clan fell into a carnival.

But Ahan was not interested at all, and kept thinking about the mysterious power of the sacrifice. From time to time, his eyes glanced at the statue's forehead. Infested with blood, the statue exuded a bewitching color.

Recently, his eyesight has been getting better and better, and his five senses have gradually become sharper, even at night, he can clearly see the scenery in the distance. Especially in this hazy firelight, the statue in front of it is also a fine dust.

At this time, a big hand slapped him on the shoulder, and he was startled and looked back. A drunken teenager walked up to him.

"Ya...... Brother Ahan, listen to me...... Ah Er said, you have great strength. I'm going to fight you. Come on, drink! Drink! After drinking this jar of wine, we got into a fight. ”

Unfortunately, I got hit by the flu, I went to the salt water yesterday, and I will go tonight.