The rain is getting heavier and heavier!

Dense raindrops hit his body, and his face ached.

Feng Xi subconsciously glanced at his side, and Amvarxu didn't know when he had a flaming red wooden staff in his hand, tilted his head, ignored the heavy rain, and stared closely at the simple altar in front of him.

Even my sister Nozomi looked at it fixedly with a small face.

Watching the rain fall on them, Feng Xi's heart was shocked, and this scene made him seem to understand the great significance of this sacrifice in front of him to the tribe.

Just, is it all worth it?

Before he could think about it, he saw Hua Xu holding a wooden staff, taking a step forward, lowering his head, and glancing down.

"Sacrifice!"

As Hua Xu shouted, the clansmen stepped forward with the "sacrifices", and on the other side, several female clansmen walked up, holding stone knives.

Fight to stab down on the sacrifice.

"Poof!"

The sound of flesh being torn apart sounded, and there was no imaginary blood splashing, as if an invisible force imprisoned the blood that flowed out, and a blood line fell on the large stone bowl erected on the altar.

Soon, the blood of those "sacrifices" had been drained, and at this time, the stone bowl was still not full.

Then, I saw Hua Xu slash the sharp corner of the wooden staff in his hand on his hand, and blood burst out and fell into the stone bowl.

Seeing this, the people below slashed their hands with stone knives and stone spears that had been prepared long ago, and the blood that flowed out fell into the stone bowl together.

"Xi!"

I saw Hua Xu turn his head, look at Fengxi, and suddenly said,

"Go ahead! You're the only one in the tribe this year! ”

Fengxi nodded, he knew that this was one of the necessary "activities" during the annual tribal fire festival.

There is no need for a living sacrifice, this is a point that distinguishes the Fenggon tribe from other tribes in the Great Wilderness, and it is said that it is a rule set by the ancestor Dasui.

But on the other hand, in order to maintain, or to show their faith, to sacrifice to the divine fire, it is not enough to have sacrifices, they also have to sacrifice the most important part of their bodies - blood!

The people of the Fenggon tribe believe that blood is life, containing the purest spirit of man!

They give their blood to the Divine Fire, and they also give their lives and spirits.

After the sacrifice of the tribesmen, the final sacrifice of the children is carried out by the tribe in the rite of passage.

And he also learned from Amvarshin that by doing so, the adult clansmen would be blessed by the divine fire!

Under the gaze of Eminem, his sister, and the rest of the clansmen, Fengxi took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Take out a gray stone knife from your body.

With one hand learning Hua Xu's previous movements, he spread out, and with a knife in the other, his heart was slightly cold.

"Shenhuo, let me see what you are!"

"Sting!"

Feng Xi felt a pain in his palm, and then blood gushed out of his hand, turning into blood and flying down into the stone bowl of the altar.

"Sacrifice!"

"Fire!"

At the moment when Fengxi's blood fell on the "stone bowl", Hua Xu raised the wooden staff in his hand, aimed it at the altar, and opened his mouth to shout loudly.

At the same time, she moved her feet and began to walk around the altar, twisting her body as she went, performing an unknown dance.

"Sacrifice!"

"Sacrifice!"

When the people saw this, they shouted and jumped around the altar.

It was as if a mysterious force was leading them, and their movements were magical, almost indistinguishable.

The body makes all kinds of strange postures, the head is swaying rhythmically, the braids on the hair are flicking with it, and the intricate bone ornaments rattle.

It exudes the ancient atmosphere of the primordial wilderness.

As the entire tribe began to dance the sacrificial dance, Feng Xi's ears seemed to remember the rhythmic sound of drums.

At the same time, his heart began to flutter to the beat of the drum.

Boom! Knock knock! Boom!

Feng Xi stretched out his right hand holding the stone knife against his chest, and was horrified to find that it was not his delusion. The heart rate has really changed!

Boom! Knock knock! Boom! Knock knock!

The mysterious "drumming" that came inexplicably became more and more urgent, louder and louder, and the frequency of the clansmen's dancing and dancing became faster and faster, and all faces were red, and the green tendons of the neck were bulging, which seemed to be very laborious.

Fengxi's heartbeat became more and more rapid, and with the rapid heartbeat, the blood also became boiling, and the blood flowing out of the flat left hand also increased.

He subconsciously wanted to put his hand down, but his whole body seemed to be fixed there by a mysterious force, and he couldn't move!

"If this continues, I'm going to bleed to death!"

Feng Xi's mood began to become agitated, and as the blood was lost, his body became more and more weak, and this continued......

"Eminem didn't tell me it would be like this!" Feng Xi thought worriedly.

He wasn't sure if this was a necessary step in the sacrifice or if it was just an accident!

Just when he felt at a loss, the drumming in his ears gradually stopped, and when the drum finally disappeared, he suddenly felt his body loosen, and the power that imprisoned him disappeared!

"Huh?"

But before he could withdraw his hand to stop the bleeding, a faint murmur suddenly sounded in his ears.

The voice was getting closer and closer, as if from an infinitely distant place, through time and space, to his ears.

Rumble!

In an instant, Fengxi's heart shook suddenly.

"Fire ...... Inheritance...... Hope ......"

And the murmur was clear in his ears, an old, dry sigh.

The owner of the voice seems to be expressing something!

Before Fengxi tasted what was contained in the sound.

"Whew... Boom..."

A slightly quick, rhythmic grinding sound gradually sounded.

It's like two dead trees rubbing together.

"What is this?"

After a moment's distraction, Feng Xi only saw the last "meteor" sliding down from the top of the mountain, and then his eyes were fiery red.

There was no burning pain of the flame as I imagined.

Feng Xi felt a warm and soft breath envelop him, and then the world swirled.

When he came to his senses, he was presented with a vague scene.

It was a fiery red coiled tree in the sky.

The canopy of the trees was shrouded in mist, and countless firebirds shuttled among them, like ospreys, constantly swallowing the stars and flames emitted by the fire-colored trees.

"Flint!"

It was as if a voice was telling him that Fengxi recognized the origin of the fire-colored tree in front of him - flint!

"Drill wood for fire?"

Thinking of the sparks that fell on him during the sacrifice, Feng Xi's heart moved, and he looked under the tree along the source of the friction sound.

I saw a vague figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, Feng Xi struggled to look, trying to see the appearance of this figure clearly, but he couldn't see it clearly.

I could only vaguely see that the other party was holding a drill-like flint branch in his hand, and there was also a flat flint between his legs.

At this time, he was holding his hands together, spinning vigorously, rubbing against the flint below.