Bayan blinked again, a simple man, at this time, he gave people the feeling that he was actually a little cunning. <

"Besides, on my side, it's not a single person, several clan elders are all supportive!"

These words were almost blatant, Fang Ming heard it, but he smiled a little bitterly, it seems that power dumping, wherever it is, it is the same.

Daqian is like this, even if it is Shanyue, it is also like this.

But it's good for him. "Huhe" shook his body, and he also lowered his voice, almost like a mosquito: "Good brother, what you said is true?"

"That's still false, if I Bayan lies, I will lose my strength and die on the desolate ground, and my body will be eaten by crows!"

Bayan said, returning the most vicious oath in Shanyue.

Because crows eat carrion, they are regarded as messengers of death among the Shanyue people. Legend has it that those who are eaten by it, even their souls, will fall into the Nine Shadows Abyss, which is unspeakably miserable.

Bayan's oath is extremely strict.

"Bayan, my brother, I believe in you! After all, we made an oath to the blue sky and the earth at the beginning!" Huhe was moved and whispered.

Looking around again, before them, they spoke very quietly, and Huhe and Bayan were used to fighting together, and they didn't attract much attention.

"Bayan, tonight, you should go to the place where I taught you the tricks, and learn the chirping of the cuckoo three times. I'll come out, and then you'll tell me well." ”

Huhe approached Bayan and whispered in his ear.

"Okay! I see!" Bayan agreed in a deep voice.

This day, the bow is a pile of gunpowder! Just let me add the last bit of spark to it!" Fang Ming thought with a sneer in his heart.

The next two days. It was a peaceful time, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for the monthly sacrifice.

The sacrificial time of the Shanyue tribe is chosen on the fifteenth day of each month, when the moon is at its fullest.

This sacrificial totem can drive away evil spirits and is the guarantee of the longevity of the tribe. The entire Tiangong Department attaches great importance to the entire camp. Since early in the morning, we have been in action.

According to Shanyue custom, today is a "public holiday", warriors and women. Elderly and small children. You don't have to work.

The entire Shanyue tribe gathered in the big square in the middle of the camp and held a grand banquet.

Everyone sat on the floor, with a blanket in front of them, on which were filled with all kinds of fine wine and food. In normal times, only pastors, high priests, and Beirut can enjoy them. But today, everyone can eat to their heart's content.

"This time it's consumed. What can I do in winter?" Fang Ming was a little puzzled by this, but no one could answer.

At this time, in the middle of the venue, there are enthusiastic and beautiful Shanyue girls, singing and dancing, and next to them, there are also young Shanyue holding various homemade musical instruments to accompaniment.

Fang Ming has also seen all kinds of songs and dances since he crossed over, and he also specially raised a music class for fun, and he saw it at this time, and he didn't realize anything. However, the Shanyue dance is better than the simple and natural, and it also has a unique flavor.

Yamagoe girls, sweating on the stage to their heart's content, sometimes in the mood, will come down, invite warriors to dance together.

It's also a form of socialization. If the two parties look at each other, they will exchange tokens with each other as proof that they can stay together that night.

Before Hohe, he was a middle-level warrior, and Mu released words to promote him to Balut, plus Huhe was not bad, his face was sharpened and chiseled, quite manly, but he also won the favor of many girls, and frequently came forward to invite dance.

But he didn't want to do that, just smiled and refused.

Picking up the fruit on the carpet, I took a bite lightly, and enjoyed the dance of the boys and girls, and the time passed unconsciously.

By the time it was dark, a huge bonfire had already been lit in the middle of the venue, and the flames were several feet high, illuminating the entire venue as if it were day.

The atmosphere of the whole banquet is also at the strongest moment!

In the cheers of everyone, two figures walked to the front side by side. One is middle-aged, and the other is an old man, short in stature. It was the Heavenly Bow Priest and the High Priest!

"My people, let us cheer together and receive the blessings from the giant tree totem!" said the pastor loudly.

"Giant tree, giant tree!" shouted hysterically, in a state of madness.

In the midst of this shout, the high priest raised his withered arm, he did not look good, but when he raised his hand, the whole field, Mougins was silent, in stark contrast to the previous hustle and bustle.

"The great giant tree totem, the guardian of our heavenly bow, the humble people, invites you to come down and enjoy the sacrifices......"

The high priest removed the unknown skull-like necklace he wore around his neck and prayed aloud.

Then he gave the order, "Bring the sacrifice!"

Suddenly, the crowd dispersed into a passage, and a group of Shanyue warriors, holding down the captives, walked into the venue.

Most of these captives were ordinary people, who were naked and stripped naked at this time, living like big white pigs.

Fang Ming took a rough look, there were hundreds of people.

He had seen ghosts and the like before, and he also knew a little about ghosts.

Generally speaking, the popularity of a young man can be used for a fierce ghost for a month. After that, it needs to be supplemented.

Here, since hundreds of sacrifices are needed every month, there should be about a hundred of the fierce ghosts gathered.

After all, evil ghosts and powerful ghosts not only need to maintain their popularity, but also need to absorb the essence of living people and supply them for cultivation, and this number is gone, in short, the more the better.

These people were all tied up with flowers, and their mouths were sealed, squeaking, thinking that they were desperately begging for mercy.

And some people have already heard of the blood sacrifice in Shanyue, at this time, they are only so frightened that they are paralyzed, and they almost fainted, and they have to rely on the warriors to carry them forward.

At this time, the high priest came to the high platform and unfurled a banner, which was very old, slightly yellowish, with a black background, and a large tree was painted on it, with dense branches and leaves, and the color was dark green.

This is the giant tree totem of the Heavenly Bow Tribe. It's really very simple. Fang Ming secretly thought to himself, from this totem, he didn't feel any strange fluctuations, it seemed that it was a deceptive thing, what really mattered was the necklace around the high priest's neck!

But the surrounding Shanyue, obviously not seeing it that way, knelt down in front of the flag, and prayed in unison.

Fang Ming scolded secretly, and also knelt down, pretending to worship sincerely.

As everyone worshipped, especially, even the pastor, they all had to bow to the totem, this feeling obviously intoxicated the high priest, and even his face was a little flushed, and he shouted loudly: "Send the sacrifice to the altar!"

At this time, the Heavenly Bow Tribe, the altar that had been heavily guarded before, finally appeared in front of Fang Ming's eyes.

Although he had seen it in Huhe's memory before, at this time, he still wanted to laugh and shouted a few "pit daddy"!

With the stern-faced guards, the curtain around the altar was rolled up and removed.

The entire altar was presented in front of the people of the entire Tiangong Mountain.

It can be seen that the so-called "altar" is nothing more than a deep pit, about a few feet deep, with a dark bottom and some dark red color.

There is a faint resentment rising. Fang Ming frowned at this time.

At this time, the Shanyue warriors who escorted the captives pushed the white-skinned pig into the pit and set off a miserable scream.

This altar is a deep pit, dug very large, and can accommodate more than 100 people.

After all the captives had been lowered into the pit, the high priest ordered, "The sacrifice begins!"

At this time, all the mountains stepped forward, holding the dirt in their hands, and threw them into the pit, intending to bury the captives alive!

The captives below naturally struggled vigorously, but their hands and feet were tied, and they were unable to move, and it was difficult to even stand up, and even if they were lucky enough to come out, they were quickly kicked down by the warriors who were waiting on the side.

As the more soil accumulated, the eyes of the captives below became more and more desperate, and finally they were even numb and buried by the loess.

"It should be here!" Fang Ming carefully observed his surroundings and muttered to himself.

The soil is soft, and these captives can live for a while, but after this period, they will really be suffocated to death, and there will be no popularity available.

Sure enough, at this moment, there was a change in the sky!

Fang Ming opened his divine eyes and saw a scene: the hordes of murderous spirits were like black clouds pressing down, almost covering the moonlight in the sky.

"Hundred ghosts walk at night!" Fang Ming muttered to himself.

Among these fierce ghosts, the first order of fierce ghosts accounts for the majority, and there are a few fierce ghosts, with black and red gas on the top, the leader is a lean man, who is also dressed in Shanyue, and the golden, red, and black luck on the top is entangled, and there are other fierce ghosts and ghosts with the support of luck, faintly having a fierce shape!

"This force is not small, even under the Ghost King, it is also a general!" Fang Ming said.

At this time, he possessed and called for peace, and his divine power was deeply hidden, and he didn't even realize the evil ghost collar.

"The giant tree totem is here!" As the ghosts came, the necklace in the high priest's hand shimmered, and the high priest screamed in surprise when he saw it, and took the lead to bow down to the altar pit.

The people of Shanyue also bowed down and prayed in unison.

This evil ghost leader was stunned, and with a wave of his hand, hundreds of ghosts below pounced into the huge pit and sucked in popularity!

Across the soil layer, the screams of the captives below were almost inaudible, but the mountain beholders praying above were all cold in their hearts, and they quickly bowed their heads and prayed more reverently.

"Yes! This group of fierce ghosts, no matter how much they claim to be totem guards or something, in the final analysis, they are also first-class ghosts. The dried corpse left behind after absorbing the popularity is proof of this!"

"Although Shanyue is quite simple, he is not a fool, if he sees the corpse and has a comparison, I am afraid it will not be so easy to fool the past. ”

"But it is a great good to do this method of burying you alive. Not only through the soil layer, you can weaken the call and keep it mysterious. It can also bury traces and prevent leakage. These fierce ghosts are all virtual bodies, just a layer of soil, and there is no obstacle to them. Moreover, which Shanyue dares to be so bold as to dig up the altar to check it, is it that it can continue to this day!"

Fang Ming saw the doorway.

"As for the necklace, it is very yin, and it seems to be the object of communication between the high priest and the evil spirit. ”

At this point, Fang Ming already knows everything about the sacrifice of the evil ghost totem, and it is not worth a day. (To be continued!)

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