Above The Sky (Yin Tianshen Yin) Chapter 44: Sacrifice (thanks to the leader who does not pray for ten strings!)

The boy's voice was not small, especially extremely sudden, so other passers-by on this street raised their heads in surprise, looked in the direction of Ian, and then turned their heads to look at the white people who stood frozen in place man.

"You, you"

Everyone gathered curious, scrutinizing and thoughtful eyes, and within a few seconds, Brin's white face was congested and quickly turned red.

Unprepared, he raised his hand and pointed at the smiling Ian tremblingly, but until the end, he didn't say anything to "you" - the herb picker who was directly exposed could only trot all the way After leaving, passers-by on the street communicated one after another, obviously seeing something.

"I don't know whether this is bold or timid."

Watching the other party disappear at the corner of the street, Ian shook his head and closed the window, sighing: "The law and order in Harrison Port is really bad, should I prepare some more traps at home? It can indeed be considered"

He decided to wait until Hilliard came back in the evening to inform the teacher of the situation.

When he has time, he will also go to Elder Pude to reflect on Brin's actions.

It's nothing to focus on money, but there are children at home after all. If the other party still doesn't give up, and enters the house while he and Hilliard are away, it would be bad if he accidentally hurt Elan.

"There is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days."

Shaking his head, Ian turned around and continued cooking porridge.

He stretched out the spoon, stirred the bottom of the pot, and re-stirred the wheat grains that settled at the bottom evenly.

At the same time, the Sequoia Native tribe.

The great shaman, Animu Deep Marsh, stretched out a bone stick, stirred the bottom of the pot, and re-stirred the medicine dregs that settled at the bottom evenly.

At this moment.

He is also cooking porridge.

The redwood forest marsh is located at the foot of the Elephant Bone Mountain. This place was originally a coastal lake. Because of a major earthquake more than 400 years ago, the geological structure changed suddenly. The Ewok River in Hong Kong, the lake lost its water source and dried up, but due to the perennial wind and rain along the tropical coast, it gradually turned into a shallow cement swamp today.

The ancestral land of the Sequoia Tribe is located in Elephant Bone Mountain. According to ancient records, they used to have the skills of domesticating elephants, communicating with them, working together and fighting. However, due to changes in the environment, the sequoia elephant herd gradually became extinct. This skill has been lost and changed for hundreds of years, and finally evolved into the Sequoia tribe's skill of training ordinary wild animals as companion animals and hunting partners.

The great shaman Animu Shenmao is standing at the entrance of the shaman tent halfway up the mountain, slowly stirring the light purple medicinal mud in the cauldron in front of him, and on both sides of the tent opening, sixteen totem poles Surrounding them, thirty-two indigenous hunters with thin stature but fierce appearance half-kneeled on the ground respectfully, their heads bowed, bows and arrows and short spears were placed on both sides of their sides, waiting for the call of the great shaman.

Animu raised his head, and there was a hazy white mist at the end of the horizon of the South China Sea, which made it difficult for people to see the distant scenery clearly, and it was hard for ordinary people to detect it, but it was a sign of a huge storm that was about to come.

There is a violent and damp smell brewing in the air, and the swamp forest at the foot of Elephant Bone Mountain, the intertwined wooden roots, colorful moss, vines and shrubs, seem to be connected with the intertwined dense branches. A whole, the many water snakes, toads, centipedes, mud fish and live cockroaches inhabiting it make this whole full of vitality.

The whole jungle is like a living thing, it is constantly breathing, whispering, issuing warnings that only the great shaman can listen to.

The totem pole vibrates slightly.

——The spirit of the mountain and the tide is warning, and the spirit of the forest is also warning.

Animu Shenmao closed his eyes and said calmly, "Blood."

The two hunters closest to the great shaman slowly got up, their movements were very slight, as if they were afraid of disturbing the ubiquitous spirit, they took out the simple clay pot with the green inscription , and then cautiously came to both sides of the crucible, and delivered the pot to the big shaman.

They didn't raise their heads, and they didn't dare to raise their heads. The two hunters who were respected and revered by the tribe were covered with blue and black tattoos and scars, which were the proof of their glory and bravery, but in front of the great shaman, they Soft as a child.

Animu picked up the clay pot. He is old, and his nose can no longer smell all the smells of the world, but he can smell it. The pot is full of blood, which is spicy and strong, and contains a grown man. Angry soul shards.

The smell of the other jar of blood is pure and innocent, as clean as mountain spring water, with a sweet fragrance, like a young and ignorant child.

--Not good enough, but okay.

The Animu took a deep breath, poured the two jars of blood into the cauldron, and stirred.

The boiling medicinal mud in the pot absorbs the two different pots of blood, and there is a little reddishness in the faint purple, and there are shimmers that are invisible to ordinary people. Roaring, the sound of children crying in fright.

The whisper brought a silent breeze, blowing around the shaman's gaunt figure.

"Bone."

The first two hunters had retreated, and as Animu spoke again, the two hunters in the second row also stood up.

They held two wooden boxes, one large and one small, and presented them to the great shaman respectfully.

In the box are two skulls, one belonging to an adult human, and the other belonging to a baby under two years old.

"This is better."

Glancing at the two clean skulls that had been stripped of all flesh and blood, Animu nodded slightly in appreciation, and immediately the two hunters showed joy and stepped back slowly.

Animu didn't say much. The white-haired, brown-skinned old man stretched out his hand and held a skull.

His skinny hand seemed weak, and his breath was like a candle in the wind, but with just a gentle kneading of this hand, the entire skull turned into bone powder as smooth as dust, and fell into the pot with a gentle breeze. .

The wind around the Great Shaman is getting stronger again.

"Meat."

Following the summons, the next two hunters got up again and presented the sacrifices they carefully collected.

Blood, bone, flesh, sinew.

—The power of life.

Brain, eyes, tongue, skin.

——The perception of life.

Lung, liver, kidney, spleen.

—Patience of life.

Intestines, stomach, gallbladder, heart.

—The vitality of life.

Starting with blood and ending with heart, sixteen are the most immature and sixteen are the strongest, a total of thirty-two different lives. The most quintessential, spiritual and powerful part is Thirty-two sacrifices required for a 'pure sacrifice'.

"What happened to Achetu."

Finally, when the two hunters presented the 'Child's Heart' and 'Warrior's Heart', the great shaman suddenly asked, "Is he dead?"

"Yes, yes, great shaman."

The two hunters who were questioned were stunned for a moment, and then they said in trepidation: "Shaman Achetu failed to sneak into Port Harrison, and was killed by the imperials. Viscount Grant ignored it."

"That's why we replaced it and offered the most important thing"

"Well, I see."

But Animu didn't finish listening. He waved his hand to signal the two hunters to step back, then shook his head slightly: "They really noticed the signs, Achetu is too reckless."

Stirring the medicinal mud in the crucible, the great shaman Animu swamp stirred the essence of flesh and internal organs. He stirred the essence of life, and said indifferently: "But those imperial people must also pay the price."

"The price of life."