Shi Rong was surprised.

This woman, who had never met thousands of miles away, actually told her what she had experienced.

Is there such a thing in the world?

Shi Rong was shocked and didn't speak for a while.

Huo Yijun spoke: "Who are you?" ”

"I'm a shaman."

Both Eji and Ghiar covered their mouths in surprise.

The Evenks of their tribe believe in shamanism, and the elders of the clan believe in the power of shamans, who can communicate with the gods for them, remove disasters and illnesses for people, and predict the future.

But most of them of the younger generation are very sinicized and don't believe in these very much.

But how could a shaman get trapped in the snow and pass out?

Shi Rong immediately said: "If you are not embarrassed, I want to have a good talk with you." ”

Huo Yijun glanced at Ji Yaer.

Ghial hurriedly left with his wife and daughter, leaving the place for them.

The shaman looked sad: "He's dead." ”

"Who?"

"My husband, the one who changed your life for you back then."

"Is there any way to fix it?" Huo Yijun asked.

The shaman shook his head slowly, and replied, "I'm going to die too." After a pause, he added, "In a few years, you will die too." ”

"You've got to figure it out!" Huo Yijun shouted.

"A-kun." Shi Rong tugged at his sleeve and shook his head at him.

Huo Yijun's eyes flashed with fire.

This is a sign that he is suppressing his emotions.

The shaman said, "It's all fate." ”

"You shamans are people who can communicate with the gods, and you do such evil things behind the backs of the gods?" Huo Yijun said coldly, "You casually changed a girl's life, and you dare to have no regrets." ”

"I didn't do it, he was forced." The shaman's voice was low, and he muttered weakly, "I'm sorry. ”

Shi Rong leaned over and asked gently, "Why did you just say that I would die in a few years?" ”

"The other baby girl was supposed to live only one year and gave her half of your life. and thou shalt bear her sickness and her calamities. ”

Huo Yijun's eyes were cold.

Shi Rong said: "Isn't this too unfair to me? ”

"It's all fate."

"Can you help me?" Shi Rong asked again.

"Can't help. In a few years, you will die together. The shaman said again.

"How many years?"

"Three years."

"Full of nonsense!" Huo Yijun couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted angrily, "Pretend to be a ghost, you shamans are so capable, why can't you count your own life and be frozen to death in the snow?" ”

The shaman lowered his eyes, and tears flowed out in large gullies: "For this, we have been punished by the gods. ”

Shi Rong took a tissue to wipe her tears: "Sister, don't cry." I don't blame you. ”

The shaman looked at her with sad eyes and did not speak for a long time.

Back in the house, Shi Rong's mood was a little chaotic.

If she has three more years to live, how will she spend the rest of her short life?

No wonder no matter how hard she tried to exercise, she couldn't get rid of illness and calamity.

Huo Yijun squatted down and held her face: "Don't listen to her nonsense, we are staunch atheists." ”

Shi Rong smiled: "I don't believe it." ”

In the afternoon, Shi Rong was sitting at the door watching the snow, and the shaman walked up to her and handed her a tooth knife: "Kill her with this, you can live a few more years." ”

Shi Rong subconsciously took the tooth knife, and was a little creepy for a moment, and hurriedly stuffed the knife back: "Shaman, it's already a civilized society outside, if you don't do this, you can't kill people casually." ”