Yang Muyun was shocked, and then burst into ecstasy. He didn't expect that the shaman had a way to get home.
Without any hesitation, Yang Muyun closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and calmed the turbulent emotions in his heart.
Soon, a red light appeared in my mind. The red light was meandering and flowing, and it outlined the appearance of the magic circle bit by bit.
The magic circle in the mind is not limited and restricted by the field of vision, and is more real and clearer than in reality.
At this time, the sound of shaman singing came to my ears again.
It's still a strange language and a strange accent, but this time it's much slower, even intermittent.
As he chanted, the magic circle in Yang Muyun's mind instantly opened up, swallowing him whole. Immediately, countless bizarre bubbles passed by in front of his eyes like a revolving lantern.
What appear in those bubbles are rivers, lakes, seas, Gobi deserts, and mountains and ice sheets. Countless humanoid, alien, animal-shaped and other strange creatures are running and jumping in the bubbles or sleeping comfortably.
While Yang Muyun was thinking about the meaning of these pictures, the shaman's voice sounded in his ears.
"Child, each bubble represents a world. Now, choose a world. The power of your ancestors will connect you together."
Yang Muyun nodded blankly, and then turned his attention to a bubble that was the size of a basketball and was particularly bright.
The other bubbles are as small as a table tennis ball, and their colors are relatively monotonous, or even colorless and transparent, but the one in front of you is the most eye-catching.
But just when Yang Muyun was about to touch the bubble, a figure appeared in the bubble. It seemed that he noticed Yang Muyun's movements, and the figure put his face in front of the bubble.
Looking at the blood-colored vertical pupils that occupied the entire bubble, Yang Muyun instantly felt a horror that could not be described in words. The situation was like peering through a cat's eye and an eye suddenly appeared outside the cat's eye.
At this time, the shaman's voice sounded again: "My child, the contract ceremony may alarm powerful creatures in another world. You are very lucky to have received the attention of an ancient demon god."
The owner of the blood-colored vertical pupils seemed to be aware of Yang Muyun's existence, so he let out a series of evil laughter. Although he did not speak, a thought flowed into Yang Muyun's mind.
Basically, Yang Muyun surrendered and dedicated himself in exchange for eternal life and invincible power.
But Yang Muyun didn't even think about it and directly rejected the devil.
The shaman asked: "My child, as long as you nod your head, you can gain eternal life and invincible power. Why do you refuse?"
Yang Muyun said disdainfully: "Shaman, I'm afraid that I have my life to make money but not my life to spend it."
The shaman said "hmm" in satisfaction, with an expression of approval on his face.
At this moment, Yang Muyun's spirit was shaken and he was stunned.
Because he saw familiar things in a bubble, all words and emotions were pale and empty at this moment, and the only thought in Yang Muyun's heart was-hometown.
At this time, the shaman's voice sounded again: "Child, it seems you have made a choice."
Yang Muyun nodded without any hesitation or any further weighing or thinking.
Soon, all the bubbles disappeared, and the selected bubbles continued to be pulled in, and rapidly expanded and became larger in the process of getting closer.
It was like a shooting star flying towards me.
boom!
Yang Muyun's mind went blank, and then he suddenly woke up and rubbed his right cheek in confusion, where there was a burning pain.
Was it caused by bubbles?
At the same time, another survivor said happily: "Shaman, he woke up, he woke up with a slap."
Yang Muyun finally understood what was causing the pain on his face.
At this time, the shaman coughed several times and said, "Yun, Shi, come here and get closer."
Looking at the two people in front of him, the shaman showed a happy smile. His face was full of grayness, and the bright paint on his face became dull as a result.
"stone."
Hearing the shaman calling him, the other survivor nodded quickly, "I'm here, do you still need to beat him?"
The shaman said feebly: "From today on, Yun is the chief of the tribe! You must be loyal to him and obey him until the end of your life!"
Shi immediately clenched his fists and beat his chest, his eyes extremely determined.
The shaman turned to Yang Muyun again, "Yun, my child, you have finally taken root in the tribe."
Yang Muyun was confused at first, and then he felt a heat in the palm of his left hand. He opened his palm and immediately saw a blood-colored pattern, which was the magic circle from before.
It looks like a tattoo, but it is full of three-dimensional feeling. Every line seems to be outlined with blood vessels, and you can even see the continuous flow of blood.
Yang Muyun couldn't help but ask: "Shaman, what is this?"
The shaman did not answer, but leaned back and shifted all his weight to the rock wall of the cave.
"It's getting colder. It's colder than every year before, and it's getting colder."
Yang Muyun immediately said: "Shaman, spring has come, and it will get warmer day by day."
The shaman shook his head, "Children, you don't understand. The Ice Age is coming. That's why the monsters that attacked our tribe yesterday came from this."
Shi scratched his head and muttered in confusion: "Who is Ice Age? This name is really weird."
Yang Muyun's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately understood what the shaman was talking about.
The shaman thought about it for a long time and then said: "The last shaman told me that after the Ice Age comes, the sun will no longer rise, the snow will keep falling, and the ice will never melt. Ten years, one hundred years
Years, or forever..."
Shi suddenly became anxious, "Master Shaman, there is not much food in the tribe, we will starve to death."
The shaman shook his head feebly, "If you find food, you can survive for a day or two. In the end, you won't survive. You can only survive if you find a way to survive."
Hearing this, Yang Muyun glanced at the lines on his palm and couldn't help but ask: "Master Shaman, is this the tribe's way of survival?"
The shaman also looked at Yang Muyun's palm, with a warm color in his eyes.
"That's right, when the Ice Age comes, every barbarian tribe will start a contract ceremony to find a way to survive."
Yang Muyun noticed a detail and couldn't help but ask: "Master Shaman, are you saying that all barbarian tribes can start this ritual?"
The shaman nodded weakly, "All barbarian tribes with inheritance can start the contract ceremony, but not every tribe can succeed. We are lucky."
"Yun, remember, another world is just a place to obtain food and supplies. Do not come into contact with the creatures there, and do not let those creatures discover your existence, otherwise disaster will strike!"
Yang Muyun nodded, "Don't worry, Lord Shaman, I understand!"
The shaman nodded, then raised his hand with difficulty, "Yun, raise your left hand, I will teach you how to open the passage."
Yang Muyun quickly held the shaman's hand. Suddenly, a biting cold hit him from his palm. Yang Muyun was shocked to find that the shaman's hand was terribly cold.
At this time, the shaman recited an obscure incantation, "Child, follow the recitation."
Yang Muyun started to read it. Although he didn't know what it meant, it was only about twenty syllables, so there was no difficulty in memorizing it.
The shaman nodded with satisfaction and repeated the mantra again, but at the end, the shaman added the word "sacrifice".
Yang Muyun also recited it skillfully.
However, when he said the word "sacrifice", Yang Muyun felt his heart beat suddenly, and then a strange force surged around him, and a dazzling blood light emitted from his palm.
At the same time, the shaman floated like cotton wool, and the rich blood light poured out from Yang Muyun's palm, wrapping and entangling the shaman layer by layer like a cocoon.
Yang Muyun understood something instantly. He quickly retracted his palm, clenched his left hand, and shouted loudly: "Stop! Stop! Stop!"
However, to no avail.
The shaman's body had already flown to the top of Yang Muyun's head, keeping his head down and feet up and looking at Yang Muyun.
"My child, the inheritance of the tribe depends entirely on you two. You must live well."
The shaman raised his hand and touched the redness and swelling on Yang Muyun's face.
Unfortunately, the moment his fingertips were about to touch it, the shaman was completely enveloped in blood light, and then exploded into pieces of light that filled the sky.
A bubble slowly blew up where the shaman disappeared.
What emerged from the bubbles was the scenery of Yang Muyun’s hometown that he had dreamed of.
However, at this moment, Yang Muyun suddenly felt that the barbarian tribe was his hometown.