On a moonlit night, among the mysterious tribes deep in the mountains and forests, a group of strangely decorated people, who could not tell whether they were men or women, surrounded an ancient altar, dancing and chanting mysterious incantations in a low voice.

And in the middle of this altar, kneeling sat a beautiful woman in a white gauze skirt. The woman's face was expressionless, and there was only a cold moon reflected in her eyes, without a little emotional fluctuation, and what was even more surprising was that there was a faint white light lingering on the woman's body, as if she was about to blend into the moonlight.

Directly behind the altar stands an old stone hall. The inside of the stone hall looks very tall and empty, so even if there are a lot of oil lamps hanging on the walls around it, the hall is still dark.

In the wide stone hall, empty, there are no superfluous furnishings, only a tall stone table is placed in the center, and on the stone table, a wooden statue of a woman of human size stands.

The wooden statue is dark in color and covered with tiny cracks all over the body, giving it a sense of being very old and old.

The carving of the female statue is meticulous and delicate, and the face of the statue can be clearly seen. What is surprising is that the appearance of the wooden statue is five or six points similar to the woman on the altar outside the stone hall.

In front of the stone table, under the wooden statue of a woman, a tall and thin old man stood down. The old man was shrouded in black robes, his head bowed slightly, and in order to maintain respect, he did not dare to look up at the wooden statue from beginning to end, even in the face of the statue's feet not far from his eyes, he did not glance at it.

The tall and thin old man held a black wooden rod in both hands, and muttered in a low voice.

The incantations chanted in a low voice on the altar outside the temple could be heard clearly throughout the stone hall, as if they were being chanted in the ears.

With the chanting of the incantation and the flickering candle flame, the woman's face seemed to slowly become smart, and her eyes were gloomy, as if she was looking through the stone hall to look at the dark world in the distance......

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