Soon it was June of the following year, less than two months before the sacrifice of the gods on August 15. At this time, there was an accident in Quicksand Village, when a god went up the mountain to hunt, he was accidentally attacked by a group of monkeys entrenched in the mountains, fell off the cliff, and died.

This is a big bad news for the quicksand village, which originally had less than 2,000 people, and the god who fell to his death was called Puya, who was one of the warriors who rushed to the forefront at all times.

And this accident has been more than 120 years since the last death of the gods. Early in the morning, the hunting team had already brought back Puya's body, and it began to proceed gradually according to the customs of the village.

The first is Duanyang, he needs to carefully handle Puya's body before he starts the sacrifice. Duanyang did it very seriously, he smoked Puya's body with herbs again, stretched his limbs, and sewed up his skin, before he barely recovered the appearance in front of him. Finally, he dripped a special potion from the village into Puya's eyes.

Puya's sacrifice is very grand, and as an elite hunter, he naturally has to enjoy a high standard. The gods carried Puya's body and walked around the village for three days in a row, almost all the places where there were people within a hundred miles, which was considered to comfort the dead.

Then comes the most sacred bondage. This required the village's special gods to tie Puya's hands and feet forward, and then tie them in strong knots with rattan soaked in animal carcass oil, so that the rattan would not break or decay after the wind and rain.

And on the fifth day, that is, when Puya was sent to the outskirts of Quicksand Village. The hunters sang old songs, and not a single one cried over them. Instead, he solemnly carried Puya to a few dense pines and shrubs, and at this time, the gods began to kneel and pray, and sincerely kowtow to Puya for the last journey.

The fire next to it began to burn slowly, which could be regarded as pointing out the direction of the divine realm for Puya. When the gods carried Puya's body and stopped for three breaths on the fire, they sent Puya away cleanly even if it was to exorcise the impurities of his life.

By this time, most of the gods had left, and only the hunters had dumped Puya in the thick trunk of the tree, so that all the burial process was completed. And the gods who had tied up Puya had to kneel upside down, face Puya, and bow all the way back to the quicksand village.

And this is still an ordinary tree burial, if you encounter the death of the patriarch or the chief priest, the tree burial will last for half a month.

Such tree burials and the formation of tree webs are commonplace, but for the intruders, it is a different scene.

I am afraid that if you touch these branches and leaves, you will break out in a cold sweat on your forehead. For as long as it is in the center of each dense foliage, there is always a corpse of a deceased god-man placed in it, and the corpse is all tied with rattan, tied hand and foot in one place, head and limbs down, and buried in the dense branches and leaves.

If you accidentally pick up the leaves, you will see a face with a charred face and an exposed skull, and two hollow eyes that have been embedded in the skull after being processed, staring at you deadly. The reason why the eyes do not rot is that the gods believe that the eyes can see all things, so they use mysterious herbs to treat them and survive forever.

And the most shocking and threatening thing for the intruder is undoubtedly that when these eyes meet your gaze, they will turn into a warrior in front of you, fighting you to the end, until you die or leave, and the corpse will return to the dense branches in a strange form again, silently.

As a warrior of the Protoss, it would be an incomparable glory to guard his own tribe at all times, so the villagers living in Liusha Village, as long as they are warriors, regardless of gender, will choose such a sacred and glorious tree burial.

This is the first time that Xi Yang has participated in such a funeral, but it is the second time that Candle Tian has been an older brother. Therefore, Candle Heaven's performance is the same as that of other gods, but Xi Yang found an anomaly in it.

Countless dark nights, when Xi Yang meditated and practiced, he could always see a lot of dark green eyes, swaying in the surrounding woods, he thought it was just wolves coming down the mountain to wander in the woods, but until today, she knew that those were the heroes guarding the quicksand village.

Moist eyes, let Xi Yang quickly fall asleep, she suddenly turned into a feather fluttering in the wind, floating in the vast starry sky, when she passed by every star, she couldn't help asking: "Are you from Quicksand Village?"

The answers to her are often gripping.

"I'm not, I'm not, I'm not, I'm not。。。。。。 ”

Drifting in the wind, he finally came to a vast and boundless ocean, where the silver light was shining, and it seemed that countless people were calling Xiyang's name. Xi Yang wanted to float over quickly, but there was a whirlwind, and Xi Yang was swept into the endless darkness, wind, strong wind, and he really couldn't feel anything but the wind. The rapid feeling of weightlessness made Xi Yang feel a little panicked, but just when she couldn't bear the fear anymore, she was swept into a strange land, where villagers lived like quicksand villages.

Xi Yang cheered in his heart, and quickly floated to the side of the villagers, wanting to ask the same question. But this time it brought Xiyang more real and more terrifying. She saw a bloody face approaching quickly, and she was still shouting Xiyang's name.

Some of these faces were grinning, some were angry, some were sneering, some were blank, some were gentle and quiet, until when she saw the last face, Xi Yang woke up, because it was her own face, and all those faces instantly became Xi Yang's appearance.

Xi Yang smiled, flew on the top of the high tree, looked at the corpses of the quicksand village hanging between the tree trunks, and felt relieved, everyone has their own face, and people have to change all the faces they have seen in their dreams in this life. And what about her? Will she become a terrible monster like in her dreams, constantly changing her face?

The answer is obvious, because at least today she has changed several faces, sadness, joy, guilt, and worry. Sadly that there is one less person in Quicksand Village who can care for you, happy that you will be praised by the gods every day, guilty that she can't save the lost lives and don't even know where their souls are about to drift to, and worried about whether she can fulfill the promise of the great god Nuwa and save the lives of all the gods and mortals.