Chen Jiannan's body was hidden in the trunk of the tree, and he did not dare to fly high, so as not to attract attention and cause unnecessary trouble. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Along the way, there are houses of the Wu people where there is a stream of water, and there are many settlements on flat ground.

Some of the houses are made of gray bricks and gray tiles, some are made of mud bricks, covered with thatch, and dotted along the river.

Compared with the Central Plains, the economy of the Southern Wilderness is relatively backward, and the life of the Wu people is relatively primitive.

Chen Jiannan knew the general location of the Rongrong tribe where Wu Jiang was located, so he inquired about the residents along the coast all the way, and searched down the course of the Nanjiang River.

The residents along the coast are accustomed to seeing people and demon cultivators coming and going, and they are used to seeing strange people and strange things, and few people are surprised to see a stunning beauty frozen in the ice crystals behind him.

The river is choppy, the soft breeze full of water vapor is blowing, the coastal scenery is beautiful, the birds are singing and the apes are crying, but Chen Jiannan's mood is very depressed, and he is not happy at all.

The sun was sinking from the mountains to the west, the sky was soon full of stars, the houses on the banks of the river were lit up with dim oil lamps, and different kinds of insects and crickets played a symphony.

Chen Jiannan's body flew high, and he looked far away, there was a particularly spacious and bright place in the lower reaches of the riverbank, and he didn't know if there was any ceremony being held.

The light didn't seem to be far away, but it took a minute of tea time before I faintly heard a sound coming from the night breeze ahead.

Chen Jiannan continued to walk forward, only to hear the sound was full of rhythmic beauty, more and more clear, it turned out to be the sound of banbang drums, and there were many mixed shouts and shouts of men and women.

Chen Jiannan quietly leaned forward, raised his eyes, and saw the majestic altar standing in the middle of the square like a pyramid, the altar made of yellow stone was simple and mysterious, and there was a dark blue ghost fire hanging in the air.

In front of the altar on the right side are a number of adult men and women playing music, their lower bodies wrapped in animal skin skirts, their naked bodies and faces smeared with colorful paint, some beating bamboo knots, some beating the round drum more than four feet high in front of them with wooden sticks, and some playing various wind or string music.

There was also a group of witch men and women surrounding the altar, their waists also wrapped around their waists, and their bodies and faces were covered with various colors of paint.

They held torches in their hands, marched to the rhythm of the drums, shouted to the rhythm of the beating of the bamboos, twisted their butts, and danced around the altar.

Above the altar, the clan flag tattooed with the totem witch god Rong Rong flies in the night wind, and it is a lifelike lion-headed snake-body beast.

The Rong tribe was sacrificing to the supreme witch god they believed in, and Chen Jiannan didn't dare to speak loudly, let alone come forward to disturb it.

Standing on the top of the altar, Wu Yan, the patriarch of the Morong tribe, was wearing a wide robe covered with witch scripts, and the stone altar in front of him was filled with burning red candles and incense, and the incense smoke curled on the altar, and the dim candlelight danced on the wick of the red candle, reflecting Wu Yan's wrinkled old face.

Wu Yan's mouth was chanting incomprehensible prayers, and as he prayed, the black robe on his body lit up with a strange light.

Wu Yan's hands suddenly spread out, he looked up at the starry sky, and began to chant a long voice.

"O Rong Rong, you are our supreme witch god, you have given us light, you have given us heat, you have given us home, you have given us peace of mind, you have given us everything. Please use your supreme magic to protect the bodies and souls of our unworthy children and grandchildren......"

As Wu Yan chanted, the witch text on his robe lit up one by one, forming a cloud of mysterious witch light, like a light cocoon that wrapped his thin body tightly.

As Wu Yan chanted, the phantom of a lion-headed snake-body and a cocoon beast gradually appeared above the altar, and all the clansmen cheered.

On the right side of the altar, countless sacrifices such as cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs were beheaded and thrown into the bottomless sinkhole below.

But seeing more and more sacrifices thrown down, the blood light rising from the sinkhole became thicker and thicker, and even the surface of the ground had blood streaks spreading.

The phantom of the cocoon beast opened its mouth and sucked it, and the bloody qi condensed into substance in the sinkhole flew up, forming a blood-colored band of light and throwing it into its mouth.

After sucking for a while, the cocoon beast patted its belly and burped with satisfaction, and the phantom in the air gradually faded.

Chen Jiannan saw an old witch standing behind Wu Yan on the altar from a distance, but how dare he risk being disrespectful to the witch god and being blacklisted by the Rong tribe to disturb the sacrifice.

He could only be patient and wait below.

"May I ask if the Witch Jiang Divine Doctor is on the altar?" Chen Jiannan pointed to the top of the altar and asked an old man of the Wu clan with skin like wrinkled licorice next to him.

The old man of the witch clan with licorice-colored skin glanced at his back like a ghost, and said impatiently: "You want to save this dead man in the ice coffin, right, tell you, the practice of forbidden witchcraft is to break the yang life, and we are not welcome people like you in the Rong tribe." ”

Chen Jiannan was bored and didn't dare to go inside, so he had to walk to the edge of the square and stand.

"Good Samaritan, do you know the Divine Doctor Wu Jiang?" Chen Jiannan would ask softly whenever he saw someone walking by.

"Is there anything wrong with you? I'm serving my mother-in-law's daily life. Chen Jiannan asked seven or eight people, and finally a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl answered.

The young girl was wearing a red dress, and when she raised her eyes to see Chen Jiannan's handsome face, she immediately had a shy blush on her face.

The girl in the red dress felt that the pretty face in front of her was very familiar, and suddenly remembered, and glanced at the ice coffin behind him, and guessed that it was not far from ten, and said with a blushing face: "By the way, I have seen the colorful shadow of Jiannan Daxia in the Xiuzhen Daily, and the one behind you should be the Holy Maiden Yin Susu of the Blood God Sect, but I didn't expect the Holy Maiden to have passed away." ”

"Are you looking for your mother-in-law to save her?"

Chen Jiannan nodded yes, and asked anxiously: "How is it, can the Wu Jiang Divine Doctor come back to life?"

Seeing his anxious appearance, the girl in the red dress couldn't help but feel some pity in her heart, so she said: "Mother-in-law saves many people every year, and as for bringing the dead back to life, she has to perform forbidden witchcraft. I'm afraid that she is old, and she can't withstand the backlash of the power of witchcraft when she casts forbidden witchcraft, which is not good for her health. ”

"However, Jiannan Hero, don't worry, I will help you get the word on. ”

Chen Jiannan nodded in thanks, and the girl in the red dress walked away.

The sacrifice lasted for more than two hours, and Chen Haoyu was sleepy and had already fallen asleep in his father's arms.

Looking at the Wu people who gradually dispersed after the sacrifice, Chen Jiannan didn't know if the words had arrived, he didn't know if Wu Jiang was willing to help, and he didn't know where to go.

Chen Jiannan knew that the chance of saving Su Su was very slim, and he only felt a chill in his heart.