Marvel’s Princess Chapter 11: The ancestors have spirits

Bella pushed the middle-aged chief's wheelchair along the dirt road opened by the Indians and walked deeper into the reserve.

"Did...something happen to me?"

She guessed that this middle-aged man might have seen something, but she herself was unaware of it and had no premonition at all.

Bella will save people at the airport, and naturally she is not willing to bring disaster to innocent Indian tribes. Her idea is very simple, even childish. She wants to use the bridge of the Indian tribe to see Can you talk to the so-called 'god of death' who caused the plane crash?

It’s definitely not possible to let the ‘god of death’ pay with his life, American law is not that awesome yet,

She guessed that the God of Death might be the **** of the ancient Mayans and Aztecs. Most of the Indian tribes now have their own protective gods, protective totems, etc. If you have any questions, don’t fight your own people. Talk about it, talk about it, how good it is.

"Indeed." The middle-aged chief spoke concisely, but did not discuss this topic in depth. Instead, he asked: "Bella, do you know the history of our Quileute tribe?"

I know you can become wolves!

The werewolves of the Quileute tribe are different from the traditional werewolves. They are humans in normal life. After being stimulated by the breath of external vampires, their blood awakens and they can transform into giant wolves.

However, in wolf form, it is a wolf, and in human form, it is a human. There is no black fur all over the body, a wolf head, and a state of walking upright.

According to Bella's guess, they are a bit like the druids in the game, with the ability to transform in their blood.

She pondered for a moment: "Well, Jacob said that you have a glorious history and were originally a great tribe."

She just said something nice, and no one could fault her words.

The middle-aged chief couldn't help but chuckle a few times. No wonder his son was so fascinated. This girl was really good at talking.

Be polite, speak nicely, and most importantly, be beautiful...

He sighed secretly and helped her if she could. After all, she was the daughter of an old friend and the object of his son's admiration.

His tone suddenly became solemn: "You have not gotten rid of your bad luck, some... some kind of force that cannot be explained by science is still paying attention to you."

Bella's heart sank.

"I'm leaving here tonight, and I will explain it to Charlie and Jacob." Her words were firm.

Billy Black, who was sitting in a wheelchair, waved his hand gently: "No, kid, that's not what I meant."

"Quilute is just a small tribe now, and there is not much inheritance left from the ancestors. Please keep the following words secret, even if it is Jacob, don't tell him."

"Okay, I won't tell anyone, not even Jacob, not even Charlie."

Billy Black reached out and touched a towering tree nearby: "This tree was already very tall when my grandfather was there. It's such a long memory... The source of knowledge of the Quileute tribe. In the Mayan Empire, we believe that all things are animistic. We believe that there are spirits in the blood of our ancestors. You are a spirit, I am a spirit, and even the guy who caused the plane crash is also a spirit."

Bella tasted the other party's words carefully and listened to the meaning behind them. The middle-aged chief had no respect for the God of Death.

The middle-aged chief guessed her doubts and made a special explanation.

"Our beliefs are completely different from yours. In our customs, the roles of gods are also changing frequently. Many tribes still have the ritual of 'killing gods'. They will kill the new gods during the sacrificial celebrations of the new gods. The names of gods from some outdated or conquered tribes are marked on the food for everyone to eat, so whether the guy who caused the plane crash is dead or alive has nothing to do with the Quileute tribe."

Bella realized somewhat clearly that the Indian pantheon was really complicated. She had never studied these things in her previous life, so it was a complete blind spot in knowledge.

However, compared to God, Odin, and Zeus, the Indian gods are indeed a bit miserable. They are laid off at every turn. Who can bear this!

Billy Black patted his head: "It's easy for a person to get sidetracked as he gets older. Actually, what I want to say is that the Quileute tribe can't help you. You are not of our tribe's blood. The Quileute ancestral spirit can't help you." Help you, but your ancestors can help and you can pray to them for strength."

Bella's eyes were so dull that she didn't understand what he said.

She asked hesitantly: "Our ancestors were ordinary people and did not have any extraordinary powers."

Billy Black laughed loudly: "There must be one. As long as you search patiently, I think your ancestors will protect you."

He took out a cloth bag from the back of his wheelchair.

"The ceremony is very simple, but you need to understand your own advantages. The ancestral spirits are not omnipotent. Focus on the present and don't blindly make wishes. You are a smart child. I believe you will get out of this crisis."

Leaving the cloth bag with Bella, the middle-aged chief himself rolled his wheelchair and slowly left the path, returning to the tribe's residence.

Back at her home, Bella hurriedly opened the cloth bag and found that the contents inside were very simple.

Some burnt yellow grass seeds, she couldn’t tell what kind of grass they were.

A white animal tooth and some colorful pigments.

There was also an A4 paper with some damaged corners, with specific procedures written on it, as if it was in English for fear that she wouldn't understand it.

This kind of ritual is not very demanding. You just need to find a quiet place to perform the psychic ritual.

Are there any quiet places in Forks Township? The Quileute tribe gave her a psychic ritual, so she would naturally not go to the tribe to trouble others. Besides, Quileute had its own ancestral spirit, so what if she went over there to recruit an ancestral spirit from the Swan family? What's going on? Playing in the gym?

The tribe in the north cannot go, and there is a large family of vampires in the south, so they cannot go either.

Bella in the original time and space always dreamed of becoming a vampire, but now she is not so crazy. The upper limit of vampires in the Marvel world is really too low.

She can only channel at home.

I read the process twice, and it is completely a fool’s version of the operation. There is no principle or specific meaning. There is only a startup process, plus some precautions.

Bella took advantage of Charlie to go to work to officially start the ceremony.

She first found a small basin, put a small amount of charcoal in it, and then lit it.

Following the process, she mixed grass seeds and paint together. These things were meant to be painted on the face. No one cared how it looked, as long as it was painted on.

Bella looked in the mirror, one stroke here, one stroke there. Seeing that there was still a lot of paint, she connected the left and right sides, and finally the painting was the same as Jiraiya's sage mode.

This thing won’t hurt your skin, right? Looking at her appearance in the mirror, she felt extremely ugly, but in order to save her life, she could only endure it.

Take out the animal's tooth, apply it to the palm of your right hand, and scratch it hard.

All the blood dripped into the brazier. She closed her eyes and quietly waited for the response from the ancestor of the Swan family.