Wu Qi is looking directly at the sun with his one eye, and he is measuring the height of the sun from the horizon to calculate time. The sunlight stung his only eyes, and his skin was lighter than his people, but the work was all too familiar to Wu Qi, and it only took him a few seconds to complete. Many people think that before the war begins, the busiest people are the heads of the tribes or their warriors, and they are wrong. Wu Qi was the busiest man, his face was not good, because he had not slept for several days in a row, every day, every time of the day, every time of the day, he had to offer the right sacrifice for the upcoming battle, there were so many ancestors to please, so many nature spirits to appease, Wu Qi would have hoped that a brother or sister could help him share a part or two at this time.

However, this kind of thing is just a thought. As a tribal shaman, the Wuqi family never had more than one adult heir. Because, two, which represents distinction, represents opposites that can be disassembled, not to mention numbers that are more complex than two. There is only one, and the shaman needs to be one with the world, and he needs to be inseparable from the visible and the invisible. So there will only be one shaman, and so will his children. This quest for oneness can be seen as a form of paranoia, or even as a show to highlight the shaman's mystery and authority. But Wu Qi knew that this was not the case, because he was the shaman of the Shale tribe, the strongest shaman the Shale had ever seen, the One-Eyed Man.

When Wu Qi walked towards his yurt, all men, men and women, warriors and slaves, avoided his path. It's just that the fear in their gaze is far greater than the reverence. Wu Qi knew what they were afraid of, and he didn't want them to accept him. Lifting the heavy felt, there was a dizzyingly fishy-sweet smell in the shaman's tent, Wu Qi wrinkled his nose, he didn't like the smell very much, but it was necessary. It was as necessary as his father had poked him blind in one eye.

"Hah To be honest, it wasn't his intention to attack that team, nor was it the will of the spirits of the steppe, and even now he was exhausted from trying to appease those wayward spirits. Shamans, they can't do things that disobey nature, that's the foundation of the foundation, and when shamans deliberately separate nature from self or even want to oppose it, all their abilities will abandon them. But Wu Qi didn't have a choice, he and the spirits didn't have a choice.

"O wolf spirit on the distant land, please listen to my request..."The wolf spirit is the most unpredictable of the spirit of the steppe, but it is also the one who is most helpful to the warrior. Wu Qi deliberately ranked the order of pleasing the wolf spirit to a lower position, just to prevent the wolf spirit from feeling impatient and leaving during the pre-battle wait. The smell in the air gradually condensed into smoke, and gray smoke began to waft around Wu Qi. There is no need to open his eyes, the shaman knows what is happening around him, the wolf spirit has arrived.

"The noblest hunter of the steppe, protect my people, and give them fangs and bravery. The shaman pleaded, and although the wolf spirit was unpredictable, its enthusiasm for battle was the most positive of all the spirits. In the legends of the steppe, there are not a few people who do not rely on shamans, clan leaders or heroes who are directly protected by wolf spirits because of their boiling war spirit. Moreover, the wolf spirit does not exclude the use of tactics in battle and the use of more to fight less, it represents a battle for survival, and has nothing to do with glory and ideals.

Hearing Wu Qi's request, the gray smoke began to loosen, a sign that the wolf spirit was leaving, and it was unwilling to bless the battle. The shaman noticed this, and he immediately began to recite awkward incantations, hoping to appease the wolf spirit's displeasure and keep it in the battle. But the wolf spirit had already made up his mind, and it didn't take long for Wu Qi to notice this. So he stopped chanting mantras, and respect for the spirits was an essential quality for shamans, who were communicators between humans and spirits, and were not qualified to control or force anyone.

"Woo!" just as the smoke was about to dissipate completely, a sudden howl suddenly appeared in the yurt. Before Wu Qi could react, an invisible force struck from the front, knocking Wu Qi sitting on the blanket to the ground! Blood meandered like a stream down the bitten lips on the shaman's face.

What happened? Wu Qi struggled to get up, he had been accepted by the spirits since he was born, and what was suspicious to ordinary people was so real in his eyes. But for the first time in his life, he encountered a situation that he could not understand, or even guess, about what had just happened. However, now was not the time to think, the shaman was more concerned about the wolf spirit's situation than those questions, and the howl gave him a very bad premonition.

It shouldn't be difficult for people to get up, but it took a long time for Wu Qi, who had just been knocked down, to get up from the ground. The interruption of communication with the wolf spirit severely damaged his already tired spirit, and the invisible force even knocked him over and broke several of his ribs. At the same time, the footsteps stopped outside the yurt.

"Shaman, the chiefs are ready, and the blessing ceremony is ready to begin. A voice from outside the room reminded Wu Qi that the sun had set. This is too bad for the leaders of the grassland to have the patience to wait for their shaman to spend time checking on the wolf spirits, and now Wu Qi is also skeptical that he will be able to enter the state of communication with the spirits.

"Got it, I'll go right over. The shaman gritted his teeth and replied, picking up a piece of cloth to wipe the blood off his face, but the blood could not be wiped clean. In desperation, Wu Qi had no choice but to get up and lift up the porcelain jar in front of him, and pour out some of the precious spring water in the jar into the basin, which was originally prepared for the ceremony, and it was a waste to wipe his face.

The candlelight, flowing in the water waves, turns the surface of the water in the basin into a blurred mirror. Wu Qi put his hands into the basin of water and wiped the water on his face, so that the liquid in the basin was stained slightly red. Wu Qi wiped the water droplets from his eyes, trying to see if there was any blood on his face through the water. It didn't matter, he saw not only his tired face from the water, but also a strange red geometric pattern that had appeared on his face at some point, strange, unsettling that he had never seen before.

The shaman wanted to scream, but as soon as his mouth opened, a strong hand covered the lower half of his face from behind.