The boy's voice was not small, especially so sudden that the other passers-by on the street looked up in surprise in the direction where Ian was, and then turned their heads to look at the man of the white people who was frozen in place.

"You, you ......"

Curious, scrupulous, and thoughtful eyes converged, and in just a few seconds, Bryn's white face was bloodshot and quickly turned red.

Caught off guard, he raised his hand and pointed at the smiling Ian with a trembling voice, but until the end, he didn't say anything to 'you' - the herb picker who was directly pierced could only trot away, and the passers-by on the street exchanged words, apparently seeing something.

"I don't know if it's bold or cowardly."

Watching the other disappear around the corner of the street, Ian shook his head and closed the window, sighing, "Port Harrison is really not safe, should I prepare some more traps at home?" It is true that ...... can be considered"

He decided to wait for Hilliard to come back in the evening and inform the teacher of the situation.

When he had time, he would also go to Elder Pud to report Brin's actions.

It's nothing to keep an eye on money, but after all, there are children at home, and if the other party doesn't give up, it won't be good to enter the house while he and Hilliard are not there, and accidentally hurt Elan.

"There is no reason to prevent thieves for a thousand days."

Shaking his head, Ian turned around and continued to cook porridge.

He stretched out the spoon and stirred the bottom of the pot to re-stir the wheat grains that had settled on the bottom.

At the same time, the redwood indigenous tribes.

The Great Shaman, Anim Fukanuma, stretched out his bone stick and stirred the bottom of the pot to re-stir the residue that had settled at the bottom.

Now.

He was also cooking porridge.

Located at the foot of Elephant Bone Mountain, the Redwood Forest Inland Marsh was originally a coastal lake, but due to a major earthquake more than 400 years ago, the geological structure changed abruptly, and the confluence of the river changed to the Iwok River that now surrounds Port Harrison.

The ancestral land of the Sequoia tribe is located in the Elephant Bone Mountain, and according to the classics, they used to domesticate elephants, communicate with them, work together and fight. However, due to changes in the environment, the redwood elephant herd gradually became extinct, and the skill was lost and changed over the centuries, eventually evolving into the Sequoia tribe's craft of training common beasts as companions and hunting companions.

The Great Shaman Anim Funuma was now standing at the mouth of the shaman's tent halfway up the mountainside, slowly stirring the light purple medicinal mud in the cauldron in front of him, and on both sides of the tent, around the sixteen totem poles, thirty-two small-bodied but fierce-looking indigenous hunters were respectfully half-kneeling on the ground, their heads bowed down, bows and arrows and short spears placed on both sides of him, waiting for the summons of the great shaman.

Anim looked up, and a hazy white mist appeared at the end of the horizon of the South China Sea, making it difficult for ordinary people to see the distant scenery, but it was a sign that a great storm was coming.

The smell of violence and humidity brewed in the air, and the swampy woods at the foot of Elephant Bone Mountain, with their intertwined woody roots, colorful moss, vines and shrubs, and the dense intertwined branches seemed to form a whole, and the many water snakes, toads, centipedes, mud fish, and live tans that inhabited them were full of life.

The whole jungle is like a living thing, breathing and whispering, giving warnings that only a great shaman can hear.

The totem pole oscillated slightly.

- The spirits of the mountains and tides are warning, and the spirits of the jungle are also warnings.

Anim Fukanuma closed his eyes and said lightly, "Blood." ”

The two hunters closest to the Great Shaman slowly got up, their movements were very slight, as if they were afraid to disturb the ubiquitous spirit, they took out the quaint clay pot with the turquoise inscription from their bosoms, and then cautiously came to the sides of the crucible and handed the pot to the Great Shaman.

They did not raise their heads, nor did they dare to raise their heads, and the two hunters, who were revered and revered in the tribe, were covered in blue-black tattoos and scars, which were proof of glory and bravery, but in the presence of the great shaman, they were supple like children.

Anim picked up the clay pot, he was old, his nose could no longer smell all the smells of the world, but he could smell it, the pot was full of blood, spicy and rich, containing the angry soul fragments of an adult man.

The smell of another jar of blood is simple and innocent, clean like mountain spring stream water, with a sweet fragrance, like a young child who does not understand the world.

- not good enough, but it's okay.

Anim took a deep breath as he poured the two jars of blood into the cauldron and stirred.

The boiling and tumbling medicinal mud in the pot absorbed the two different jars of blood, and the faint purple was tinged with a slight reddish, and a faint light invisible to ordinary people was flickering and converging, shaking the air, making a sound that seemed to be a man's desperate roar and a child's frightened cry.

The whisper brought a silent breeze around the shaman's emaciated figure.

"Bone."

The first two hunters had stepped back, and as Anim spoke again, the two hunters in the second row also stood up.

They held two wooden boxes, one large and one small, and respectfully presented them to the great shaman.

Inside the box are two skulls, one belonging to an adult human and one to a baby less than two years old.

"This one is better."

Glancing at the two skulls that had been stripped of all flesh and blood, Anim nodded slightly in appreciation, and the two hunters slowly retreated with a happy face.

Anim didn't say much, the white-haired, dark-skinned old man reached out and grabbed a skull.

His thin hand seemed weak, and his breath was like a candle in the wind, but this hand was just kneading lightly, and the entire skull turned into a smooth bone meal like dust, and it sank into the pot with a quiet breeze.

The wind around the Great Shaman was stronger again.

"Meat."

With the summons, two more hunters stood up and offered the sacrifices they had carefully gathered.

Blood, bones, flesh, tendons.

- The power of life.

Brain, eyes, tongue, skin.

- The perception of life.

Lungs, liver, kidneys, spleen.

- The patience of life.

Intestines, stomach, gall bladder, heart.

- The vitality of life.

Beginning with blood and ending with the heart, the sixteen of the most immature and the sixteen most robust, a total of thirty-two of the most elite and spiritual and powerful parts of different beings, are the thirty-two sacrifices required for the 'pure sacrifice'.

"What's wrong with Achetu."

Finally, when the two hunters offered the 'child's heart' and the 'warrior's heart', the great shaman suddenly asked, "Is he dead?" ”

"Yes, yes, the Great Shaman."

The two hunters who were questioned froze for a moment, and then said in deep fear: "The Achithu Shaman failed to infiltrate Harrison Harbor and was killed by the Imperials...... Viscount Grant ignored this. ”

"That's why it's up to us to take our place and offer this most important ......"

"yes, I see."

But Anim didn't listen, he waved his hand, motioned for the two hunters to stand back, and then shook his head slightly: "Sure enough, they also noticed the signs, Achetu is too reckless." ”

Stirring the medicinal mud in the cauldron, the great shaman Anim Deep Swamp stirred the essence of flesh and viscera, he stirred the essence of life, and said indifferently: "But those imperial people must also pay the price. ”

"The cost of life."