"Yagneg!

God said. ”

"I swear by my eternal life. ”

"Ten thousand knees will bow down to me. ”

"All mouths will confess to me. ”

"The radiance of God shines on the hidden mysteries of eternity. ”

"Strengthen our hearts. ”

The mystery is now revealed. ”

"And according to eternal life, the life of Agneg. ”

"By the prophets the prophets showed the people of all nations to convince them. ”

"Forever. ”

"Yagneg! Yagneg!" (1)

The crisp and ethereal voices of the little fish people echo inside the fish skin tent, creating an atmosphere of holiness. In this atmosphere, even if she was as arrogant as Senior Colmar, she also showed a serious expression.

Although Zheng Qing did not study much religion, he was able to come into contact with a lot on weekdays because of the occult knowledge. Based on the hymns sung by the little fishmen, he could easily tell that the name of the god worshipped by the wandering fishmen was 'Yagneg'.

The old fishman's next words also proved this.

"Yagneg!

It praised in a deep aria, and then its voice returned to normal, introducing the guests: "When we wander, He protects us from being hunted by demons, bothered by sorcerers, and teased by dragons...... But we stopped, and He sat down in the shrine with a dragonskin cloak and rested. ”

"Yagneg, our God!" the little fishmen sang in unison.

Zheng Qing couldn't help but shudder.

The old priest of the fish-man stood up tremblingly, holding a bone staff, and walked to the side of the long case. Only then did Zheng Qing notice that next to the long case was a stone platform more than one meter high, covered with a wide and heavy cloak, and from the perspective of the guests, he could only see the foot of the cloak.

The wizard knew in his heart that this was probably the 'shrine' mentioned by the old fishman just now. That cloak was supposed to be a dragonskin cloak, and 'Yagneg' was underneath it.

The fish-man priest walked to the stone platform and lifted up his tattered robes, revealing two skinny bare knees. There was no flesh left around the knees, only wrinkled blue-black skin could be seen.

The old fish-man dropped his bone staff, pushed away the little fish-man who was supporting him, knelt down with great difficulty, and kowtowed a few times in front of the stone platform.

Then he grabbed the bone staff and stood up slowly but firmly.

In this process, the two little fishmen always stood quietly behind it, without making a sound, and did not step forward to support it, as if they were two stone sculptures.

"Sacred dragonskin cloak!" the old priest slowly walked to the stone platform, stroked the cloak, and exclaimed, "Guardian of the secret of the gods! Block the blasphemous gaze!

After singing, it waved its bone staff and lifted its dragonskin cloak, revealing the stone platform below.

It was said to be a stone platform, but it was actually a stone armchair - the stone was blue-gray, the surface of the stone was rough, and yellow-green moss and water erosion markings could be faintly seen on the edges, Zheng Qing very much suspected that this chair was improvised by these wandering fishmen after they came to the polder.

Because of its weight, it is impossible for these fish-people to carry it around.

And sitting on the stone chairs is the god of these wandering fishmen, 'Yagneg' - to be precise, the skull of Yagneg.

On the chair is a large octopus skull, the upper half of which is a human skull, and the lower part is crawling with eight tentacles of an octopus. After the cloak was lifted, the tentacles that had been 'sleeping' woke up one after another, and wriggled weakly on the stone platform.

The armrests on both sides of the stone chair are equipped with a small stone plate.

The plate contains a light layer of golden yellow oil, like solidified beeswax. The old fish-man priest took a few pieces of dried moss out of his sleeve and threw them into his plate.

Whew!

The blue-black flames suddenly stood up, twisting and dancing in the stone plates.

The old fish-man didn't stop, constantly pulling out all sorts of things from his sleeve - palm-sized leaves, jacos tied with fish tendons, broken tortoise shells, blackened bones, and even two tarot cards.

As soon as these messy things fell into the stone plate, thick puffs of blue-white smoke came out of the plate, and the young wizards who had already adapted to the air in the tent couldn't help but cough in a low voice.

"Who wants to watch fate. ”

The old fishman turned to look at several young wizards and reminded, "The watcher may not be a believer in Agneg, but he must be barefoot, kneeled, and bare-handed, as a sign of piety. ”

The witches looked at each other and retreated slightly.

Xiao Xiao took a step forward without hesitation, intending to be the first person to eat crabs.

The old fishman nodded slightly, stood the bone staff with the dragon skin cloak on the side of the case, and then stepped forward, picked up the octopus skull on the chair with difficulty, and looked at Xiao Xiao:

"Sit down. ”

Xiao Xiao put away the notebook in his hand and struggled to climb up to a slightly higher chair. When he sat in, the whole person seemed to have fallen into a deep pit, and Zheng Qing could see that he was trying to tap the ground with his toes, but he couldn't reach it. This made the public scholarship student secretly laugh.

The two little fishmen who were originally standing behind the old fishman came out of the crowd, each holding a small bowl and walking in front of Xiao Xiao.

A bowl contains brightly colored fish roe, a soft ball, wrapped in seaweed and steaming.

The other bowl contained a milky, viscous liquid that looked suspicious.

"Use them up. The old fishman commanded.

Xiao Xiao picked up the ball of fish roe with two fingers, sniffed it, and then swallowed it with his neck up. Then he picked up the bowl of 'milk' and sniffed it for a long time, his face full of sudden and disgusted expressions.

"What is this?" Xiao Xiao looked at the old priest and confirmed.

"The essence of Yagneg. The fish-man priest replied.

The doctor rolled his eyes, pinched his nose, and poured the essence of the bowl of octopus skull into his mouth: "...... Hopefully the results won't disappoint. ”

He muttered vaguely.

"I'm not going to try this kind of divination. Colma whispered in Zheng Qing's ear, "I know why this method of divination has been abandoned by mainstream wizards...... Then again, your hunter is so brave!"

Jiang Yu stood beside Zheng Qing with a straight face, covering Poseidon's eyes with his hands to prevent it from staring. This made the little fox a little irritable, and its paws and tail fluttered wildly. But the witch insisted on covering its eyes.

Zheng Qing didn't have time to comment on the doctor's bravery and the reaction of the two witches.

Because after Xiao Xiao ate the two 'sacrifices', the old fishman buckled the octopus skull in his hand to the doctor's head with a completely different agility from before.

The huge skull completely engulfed Xiao Xiao's upper body, and he was comically only left with two legs.

Instantly, the eight tentacles of the octopus's skull shook violently as if they had been electrocuted, straightened, then paralyzed, and then trembled again. The whole process did not last long, until a satisfied sigh came from the mouth of the black hole in the octopus's skull:

"Ah......h