Chronicles of Primordial Wars Chapter 287: Begging for rain (4)

"Stop them! Stop them!"

The leader shouted dazedly and rushed towards this side.

Before, he was going to watch jokes beside him, but he didn't come close, but after seeing them as Yang Sui, they turned blue.

This is beating his new leader's face, this behavior is simply provoking the ancestors! Offend the gods!

But think about it, it seems ... probably ... it seems ... the ancestors didn't really say what kind of people must be used to be female shaman.

But Yang Sui's behavior is indeed a provocation to ancestors. In his opinion, it was extremely unlucky.

When the new leader was confused, Yang Sui and his team already embarked on the steps of the altar for the rain-seeking ceremony.

Once you step on this high platform, it means that the rain begins.

The Daomong who chased down here clenched his fists, almost endured to spit blood, so he did not pull out his sword and cut it over to Yang Sui. If Yang Sui didn't step on the altar, he would really kill the pedestrian on the spot, and no one in the tribe would say anything about him. However, these people moved too fast, and he was one step late.

The poisonous knife-like eyes swept and swept towards the nine people who walked to the high platform step by step. The confusion was still a step of retreats. They were not close to Fire Pit, for fear of contamination. Now he can't move, but wait for the ceremony to end ... Yang Sui, wait for death! Sacrifice gods with your blood!

Yang Sui didn't look back to see the response of the tribe, but listening to the voice below, he knew what would happen to him. At this moment, he regretted it again, maybe, he should give up before then, so as not to let the tribe react in this way. What he was most worried about was following these friends and relatives who came up with him.

Thinking, unknowingly. The pace of Yang Sui was a little hesitant and eased down.

At this moment, Yang Sui heard the words coming from behind.

"Come here. You can't go back and go on!" This was the voice of Yang Sui's mother.

"We are up. There is no plan to go back." This is the mother of Mi Xu.

"Don't worry, we are with you." This is Mi Xu.

Others although didn't say anything, but Yang Sui listened to their own steps and knew them and chose.

Yang Sui On the back of the hand holding the ox's tail, the blue tendons are raised because of too much force. After a brief pause, lift your feet up again.

In the rain-seeking ceremony, on the high platform, already prepared artifact offerings, decorations and ceremonies. In addition to this, a rain-seeking dance and the necessary "spells" are required when praying for rain. Whether it is a rain dance or a congratulation, there is a need for music, and of course people who need to perform.

Yang Sui originally hired a large number of Shell Money, but when Yang Sui stepped onto the high platform, he found that his father, uncle, grandpa with his body on top ... were all on it.

I saw Yang Sui staying there. Yang Sui's father took the Diabolo with a percussion on his hand and smiled at Yang Sui.

Here, I have no plans to go any further.

Maybe. There is no need to wait for the ceremony to end, and the tribe people will set up firewood and set fire on this high platform.

Yang Sui stood on the high platform, looked at the people around him, and gave them a smile. The smile of although looked like crying.

Oh!梆梆 梆

Rhythmic music sounds.

Yang Sui held the oxtail in his hand, looked at the tall rain stone in the middle of the high platform, and closed his eyes. There has never been such a moment, he so expected the sky to rain. Just a few drops.

although He has always doubted his ancestors and questioned the gods. It has also been slandered many times, however. At this moment, he really hopes that the ancestors and gods can help him this time, only this time. He willing pays no price.

Yang Sui respectfully puts the oxtail on the rain stone with both hands. One sleeve.

The wide sleeves are somewhat stiff because of the material. They are not as elegant as gauze ribbons, but with the waving of hands, the wooden nut bells attached to the sleeves also swing with the arms, making a clicking sound.

The jumps and twists of the nine dancers make the clicks more dense, like the sound of showers hitting the ground.

Rain Tribe has a characteristic of begging rain dance, which requires dancing on its back.

For many tribes, it is not uncommon for the sacrificial dance to occasionally dance on its back. However, Rain Tribe is different. For their sacrificial dance, dancers must always look up and face up to the sky. The **** of rain they worship is naturally located in the sky. They have to pray to the gods, wish, and talk about the desire of the tribe, hope to be blessed, to eliminate disasters, and of course to look up reverently at the sky.

Yang Sui also took this opportunity to observe the movement of the sky.

although is flying in the sand, and you ca n’t open your eyes wide and easily get lost, but Yang Sui can still see the changes in the sky. This is his ability unlike other people. It is with this that he speculates the weather.

No rain!

No sign of rain!

Yang Sui continues to grit his teeth. He knows that he is different from others, which is his always proud capital. Maybe he can really break the deadlock and do things that the ancestors couldn't? Try again, maybe it will be fast, no heavy rain is needed, just two drops will do. Just two drops.

Gradually, he felt the power in his body was being drawn away, and he could feel the change of Fire Seed.

although There is still no rain in the sky, but since Fire Seed has changed, it is a good thing!

The Rain Tribe people standing below can't see the situation on the platform a little further away, but some people close to Fire Pit feel the changes in Fire Pit.

I saw the Fire Seed in Fire Pit. From the original fiery red, the color gradually faded. And the surrounding temperature seems to have decreased a bit.

"This ... this ..." An old man rubbed his eyes, his face unbelievable.

The muscle twitch on the He Chao surface said, "This has happened in the past when Shaman asked for rain, but it was not successful in the end."

An old man's sharp eyes glanced over, and he saw He Chao's scalp tingling. If he wanted to say something, he had to close his mouth. although has many people supporting them, but some people are neutral. These people don't care who is future shaman, what they care about is whether they can succeed in seeking rain.

However, as He Chao said, Fire Seed with lighter color and lower temperature began to return to its original state.

I look forward to the success of Rain, with disappointment in my eyes.

The Yang Sui that is seeking rain, even if you can't see the change of Fire Seed, you can feel that the heart already is mostly cold. Even if you have been mentally prepared, at this time, you are still very disappointed.

It's like after hysterical roar, people who want to wake up just yawn slowly and continue to sleep.

Not reconciled, but useless.

Dancing for rain, already is almost over.

After the Fire Seed became lighter, it returned to its original fire color.

Standing in the eyes of He Chao standing below, he looked at the big bundles of firewood piled up not far from Fire Pit. He was shaking with excitement, and anxiously laughed out. Now he just hopes for the begging on the high platform. The rain ceremony will end soon. As soon as it is over, he will be able to put a fire on the platform!

At the moment, at the border of Rain Tribe, Shao Xuan staying in the wooden house, was wonderingly observing a new pattern appearing in the "shell" of Egg-Shape.

The new pattern Shao Xuan has been seen here. The Totem is engraved outside the wooden house where they live.

This is Totem for Rain Tribe!

Just like Totem of Drumming tribe, it is far less than Totem of Flaming Horn Tribe. (To be continued)