This time the Miluo clan worshiped the ancestors, although the time was a little tight, but almost all the clans moved, when we walked out of the cave, the high platform in front of the cave had been built. At this time, more than 1,000 Miluo people gathered by the three elders all stood under the high platform, because it was an ancestor worship ceremony, they all changed their clothes, and none of them put on loose white robes, and more than 1,000 people stood in a large area.

This high platform is also very large, the bottom is cushioned with wooden piers of different heights, and the thick planks that have been cut for many years are supported on it, and the road at the entrance of the cave is uneven, but because the wood at the bottom is evenly arranged, the top is tied to death by their Miluo people with hemp rope, and the high platform is also stable.

In the middle of the high platform stood the thick stone pillar, and I saw clearly when the stone pillar was erected by them, and the top of the stone pillar was carved with a stone sculpture of a human head on all sides, and the whole stone pillar stood up seven or eight feet high. At the foot of the stone pillar, there is a row of large wooden boxes, which are the wooden boxes that were moved out of the second stone house of Zabal Cave Mansion. In front of the wooden box, Zabal, Abigail, and a dozen elders of their clan were dressed in large robes, preparing for the final ancestor worship.

It was still drizzling, but this group of Miro people was inexplicably excited, cutting left and right and talking and laughing, and the scene was very celebratory. Nagu and a dozen other Celestial Wolf Clansmen and I stood on the side of the high platform, huddled together with their Miro people, but we didn't change into their robes. Zabal was trying to make things difficult for us, and he didn't care about it anymore.

I stood beside Nagu, my eyes never off the python ghost boy on the stage that had been refined by Zabal's new sacrifice, its head was very large, and it was extremely uncoordinated with its body, standing on the side of the high platform and swaying, as if it was about to fall.

Since that corpse has been refined into a new body by Zabal's sacrifice, even if there are some useful clues on its body before, I'm afraid it will be discarded by Zabar, right? Although I can guess this, I still want to investigate him. If it were Cheng Fuhai, I think he would definitely do it, I often went to Chenzhou Yamen to drink with Huang Zhutou, and I knew that they paid attention to the details of the case, but whenever there was a bloody case, the autopsy would be conducted, and they would not let go of any clues. If I could really dig into this corpse, I might be able to find something useful.

was thinking wildly in his mind, when at this time, a fat middle-aged man under the high platform suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out a loud shout. His voice was not very loud, but at this time it was on the top of the mountain, and with Zabal on his back, the sound sounded, and it was like a drum from the sky, and it clearly reached the ears of each of us.

The sound fell, the scene fell silent all of a sudden, and Zabal on the stage glanced around the stage. After the preparation just now, Zabal also changed his outfit, but his dress was very different from that of the other Miro tribes, and now he was wearing a fancy robe with wide cuffs to the ground, but he stepped on two thin wooden stakes under his feet, and he looked extremely tall. On his face, he was painted with colorful paint, and he wore a flower hat made of feathers on his head.

His current appearance is very similar to the Central Plains singing opera, which reminds me of the ancestor worship ceremony in Chenzhou City. In the Central Plains, on the eve of the Chinese New Year, every household should put the ancestral statues and genealogical tablets in the upper hall, place the offering table, and set up offerings, incense burners, etc., to show worship. There is a temple dedicated to worshipping ancestors in the southwest corner of Chenzhou City, and when Baili and I first entered Chenzhou City, before we began to open the World Dart Bureau, we saw Lu Jingzhao organize the ancestor worship ceremony in the township. At that time, it was the day before Chinese New Year's Eve, and the ancestor worship activity organized by Lu Jingzhao was huge, and the neighbors who came to worship the ancestors stood mightily all over the streets, and people wearing different clothes paraded the streets three times, and finally walked to the ancestral temple to worship. At the same time of worshipping the ancestors, Lu Jingzhao will also organize the worship of the statue of the god of the land and the god of the dragon king, and several old people with high moral standing in the city will serve as the main sacrifice, burn high incense, and perform three kneeling and nine bows to pray for a good harvest. I still remember that at that time, several of the main priests were also standing on the high platform, and they were dressed in colorful clothes, which were the same as those worn by Zabal now.

It's just that the prosperity of the Central Plains far exceeds that of the Western Regions, whether it is costumes or lanterns, offerings, and pennants, they are all available, and the scene is also quite huge, which is many times better than the ancestor worship ceremony of the Miluo tribe now. Although the stone statue stood on their high platform, it was only surrounded by a circle of torches, and there were no offerings except for a row of large wooden boxes at the foot of the stone statues, and the rituals and music required to worship the ancestors were shouted out.

This kind of ancestor worship is inevitably too hasty.

I thought silently, when Zabal, who was on the stage, suddenly stretched out his arms and shouted. His sleeves were also sewn wide, his arms were outstretched, and the cuffs were almost attached to the raised plank, and the dozen or so Miro elders behind him opened the front of the row of large wooden boxes in unison, as if they had received some order.

I was stunned, and as soon as the box was opened, I saw that there was a dried corpse sitting in this row of large wooden boxes!

These dried corpses were small, thin as wood, as if they had been burned by fire, black and yellow, curled up in a ball, and the skin on the bones did not know how many years had passed, and they were dry like a layer of paper.

Almost at the same moment, Zabal, Abigail, and the dozen or so elders knelt down in unison to the corpses, and the more than a thousand Miro people around us also fell to their knees at once, prostrating themselves on the ground and muttering long words.

Is their worship of their ancestors the worship of the corpses of their ancestors?

Before I could come back to my senses, I felt that my arm was pulled, and I knew that it was Nagula, so I didn't resist and squatted on the ground. Turning his head to look, he saw that Nagu and the dozen or so Heavenly Wolf Clansmen were also kneeling on the ground, he glanced at me, as if he had seen through my thoughts, and whispered: "Gu Youren, that is the remains of their ancestors of the Miluo tribe, the Miluo tribe believes in the dead souls of people, and the corpses are dried and preserved, so that their ancestors will always accompany them and bless them." ”

The surrounding Miro people were whispering something, and the voices of thousands of people were buzzing together, and they couldn't hear it when they whispered like that. I took the opportunity to whisper, "How can anyone in the world treat their ancestors like this?" Isn't it a great disrespect for the dead to be buried in the ground, and they dried their bodies and kept them in boxes?"

Seeing that I hadn't knelt down yet, Nagu said a little anxiously: "This is their custom! Hurry up, otherwise even if Zabal is unwilling to keep us, these Miro tribesmen will not let us leave, you are a great disrespect to them, and you will be killed by them!"

I was taken aback at what he said, and I fell to my knees on one knee, not because I was afraid of this custom of the Miro, but because I feared that my actions would cause trouble to them.

Can such a strange way of worshipping ancestors be a sign of respect for the ancestors? Even though I thought in my heart that it was the custom of the Miluo tribe, it was also a little creepy.

The sky was as black as ink, the wind and rain were shaking, and the whole mountain top was only surrounded by the circle of firelight, and those dry corpses sat quietly in the big wooden box like zombies and ghosts, which were gloomy, and the fire flickered and flickered, reflecting on the bodies of Zabal and Abigail and others, which was also indescribably evil. The surrounding Miluo people muttered bursts of broken words in their mouths, like crying and mourning, and the crooked evil spirit was like a ghost crying wolf. Just listening to their voices for a moment, I felt uncomfortable.

The Miluo people around him knelt down for a while, and then the middle-aged man on the edge of the high platform suddenly shouted again, this time his cry was much longer, and the roundabout sound ended, and as soon as it fell, everyone was silent again. saw Zabal's left sleeve wave, and the seven women in white robes in the audience walked up to the high platform in turn.

The women of the Miluo tribe are quite handsome, but because of the perennial wind and sleeping, their skin will become a little dark, and their faces are often painted with paint, so their appearance will be much rougher than that of the women in the Central Plains. However, these seven women are not very old, and they seem to be unmarried, and although their faces are painted with paint, it is difficult to hide their flower-like years.

As soon as the seven women reached the high platform, they knelt down towards the stone statue, and I was thinking about what they were going to do, when the people around me also bowed their heads and bowed, and began to utter the same kind of long words from their mouths again.

Although Nagu and I were leaning over, my eyes kept looking at the stage, and I saw Zabal raise his arms above his head, his eyes slightly closed, his face seemed to be sweating, and his mouth was now quickly recited in an obscure voice.

As soon as Fang heard him pronounce this voice, my body tightened for no reason. I've heard this sound a few times, it's the spell of their wizard!

Suddenly, while I was staring at Zabar, the seven women on the stage stood up suddenly after worshipping the stone statue, bypassing Zabar and the others, and got into the seven wooden boxes in the middle of the row of wooden boxes.

I didn't know why, I looked over blankly, and I heard the broken voices of the Miro people around me suddenly loud, and the sound was like a wave, wave after wave spread on the top of the mountain. Their voices already made me feel uncomfortable, and when I raised my voice like this, I felt a little panic rise in my heart. But at this moment, the seven large wooden boxes that had been quietly placed on the stage just now shook violently at this moment after the women got in, accompanied by seven howls like devil crying.

I looked at the big wooden boxes in amazement, the wooden boxes trembled very violently, and the ghost-like sound came from inside, as if something was biting something. But in addition to the dried corpses in the big wooden box, there are only seven women who have just gotten in, where are there other things?

As soon as I thought of this, I only felt a "buzz" in my head.

It's those dead bodies who are messing around!

I seemed to think of something all at once, but I really didn't dare to think about it anymore, and the seven big wooden boxes trembled more and more violently in the shouts of the group of Miro people around me. Looking from me, I could already see blood spilling from the wooden box.

My heart was beating violently, and I turned my head to look at Zabal, who was frowning, and the sweat on his face was even more damp, and it was drenched in a big wet patch from his face, and on his corset. But he didn't seem to know it, his eyes were slightly closed, and his mouth was still muttering the thin whispers.

For a moment, Zabal's words stopped, and as if there was an invisible rope between him and the seven large wooden boxes, his voice fell, and the seven large wooden boxes could not be stopped. Several elders standing on the edge of the large wooden box hurriedly leaned down and opened the wooden box again.

When the wooden box was opened again, I smelled a strong smell of blood, but I saw that the seven wooden boxes were bloody, and the women inside were gone, and the seven dried corpses were still sitting in the wooden boxes. It's just that now the seven dried corpses are no longer emaciated and shriveled, and their bodies are bulging, like people sitting in wooden boxes.

The seven women were eaten by these dried corpses! In the dim light of the fire that shook in the wind around them, only the remnants of the rags and some scraps of flesh could be seen in the wooden boxes.

Before I came to the Western Regions, I already knew that the tribes of the Western Regions had different ways of worshipping their ancestors, and I had heard that there were tribes in this land that worshiped their ancestors with living people, but I never expected to see them with my own eyes on this night. I clenched my fists and held back from my feet.

The surrounding Miro people shouted even louder when they saw the corpse sitting upright in the wooden box.

People don't come back to life after they die, and these dried corpses must have been manipulated by Zabal!

I know this, but these Miro people look at Zabal with even more reverence. Perhaps, they also know that the resurrection of the dried corpse is inextricably linked to Zabar, but they prefer to believe that it is a magic of witchcraft, so that it can "resurrect" their ancestors.

I couldn't bear to look in the stands anymore, so I turned my head to look at Nagu. Nagu's face had turned pale, and now he couldn't even lift his head.

No matter what kind of witchcraft Zabal performed, this ancestor worship ritual has just begun, and seven women have died, and there are still many large wooden boxes left, will there be any Miro people who will burrow into the wooden boxes and let their ancestors eat?

The rain was falling a little harder. Most of my animal skin coat was soaked, and when the wind blew, I felt as cold as ice.

As soon as he turned his head, suddenly, a long howl came from far away from the bottom of the mountain.

The sound was still far away at first, but before I could come back to my senses, it had already come to me in a hurry, turning into a sound of breaking through the sky, like a lightning bolt from behind us, and a "whoosh" sound swept over our heads, followed by a sound of "cang", which hit the stone statue.

A red spear had pierced through the statue, and the four-sided human head was in the middle of the top of the statue, and the tail was shaking.