Chapter 44 Sacrifice (Thanks to the leader of Buqi Shixian for the reward!)
The boy's voice was not quiet, especially it was extremely sudden. Therefore, other people passing by on the street raised their heads in surprise, looking in the direction of Ian, and then turned their heads to look at the white man who was standing frozen on the spot.
"you you……"
Everyone gathered with curious, appraising and thoughtful gazes. In just a few seconds, you could see Brin's white face was congested and quickly turned red.
Caught off guard, he raised his hand and pointed tremblingly at the smiling Ian, but until the end, he didn't say anything - the directly exposed herb picker could only trot away and walk down the street.
The passers-by on the bus exchanged words with each other, and they all obviously saw something.
"I don't know whether this is courage or timidity."
Watching the other party disappear at the corner of the street, Ian shook his head and closed the window, sighing: "The security in Harrison Port is really bad. Should I prepare some more traps at home? I can indeed consider it..."
He decided to wait until Hilliard came back in the evening and inform the teacher of the situation.
When he has time, he will also go to Elder Puder to reflect on Brin's actions.
It's nothing to focus on money, but after all, there are children at home. If the other party still doesn't give up and breaks into the house when he and Hilliard are not around, and accidentally hurts Elan, that would be bad.
"There is no way to guard against thieves for a thousand days."
Shaking his head, Ian turned around and continued cooking porridge.
He stretched out his spoon, stirred the bottom of the pot, and stirred the wheat grains settled at the bottom evenly.
At the same time, the Sequoia Native Tribe.
The great shaman Animu Deep Marsh stretched out his bone rod, stirred the bottom of the pot, and stirred the medicinal residue settled at the bottom evenly.
now.
He is also cooking porridge.
The Redwood Forest Swamp is located at the foot of Elephant Bone Mountain. This place was originally a coastal lake. Due to a major earthquake more than 400 years ago, the geological structure suddenly changed. The converging rivers changed their courses and turned into the Iraq that surrounds Harrison Port today.
Walker River, 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 the shallow mud marsh it is today.
The ancestral homeland of the Sequoia tribe is located in the Elephant Bone Mountain. According to classic records, they used to have the skills to tame elephants, communicate with them, work together and fight together. However, due to changes in the environment, the Sequoia elephant herds gradually became extinct, and this skill was lost for hundreds of years.
Over the years, it was lost, changed, and eventually evolved into the Sequoia tribe's technique of training ordinary beasts to become companion animals and hunting partners.
The great shaman Animu Deep Marsh is standing at the entrance of the shaman's tent halfway up the mountain, slowly stirring the light purple mud in the large pot in front of him. On both sides of the tent, around the sixteen totem poles,
Thirty-two indigenous hunters, small in stature but fierce in appearance, knelt respectfully on the ground, their heads lowered, with bows, arrows and short spears placed by their sides, waiting for the summons from the great shaman.
Animu raised his head, and a hazy white fog appeared at the end of the South China Sea, making it difficult for ordinary people to see the distant scenery. However, it was a sign that a huge storm was about to come.
There is a violent and humid smell brewing in the air, and the swamp forest at the foot of Elephant Bone Mountain, the tangled wooden roots, colorful moss, vines and shrubs, and the densely intertwined branches seem to be connected into a whole.
The many water snakes, toads, centipedes, mud fish and live fish that inhabit it make the whole place full of life.
The entire jungle is like a living creature. It is constantly breathing, whispering, and issuing warnings that only the great shaman can listen to.
The totem pole vibrated slightly.
——The spirits of mountains and tides are warning, and the spirits of the jungle are also warning.
Animu Deep Marsh closed his eyes and said calmly: "Blood."
The two hunters closest to the great shaman slowly stood up. Their movements were very slight, as if they were afraid of disturbing the omnipresent spirit. They took out simple clay pots with green inscriptions from their arms, and then cautiously
Carefully come to both sides of the crucible and deliver the clay pot to the great shaman.
They did not raise their heads, nor did they dare to raise their heads. The two hunters, who were respected and feared in the tribe, were covered with blue and black tattoos and scars, which were proof of glory and bravery. However, in front of the great shaman, they looked like meekly.
It's a child.
Animu picked up the clay pot. He was already old and his nose could no longer smell all the smells in the world, but he could smell that the pot was full of blood, pungent and rich, containing the angry soul of an adult man.
fragments.
The taste of the other jar of blood was pure and innocent, as clean as mountain spring water, with a sweet and fragrant smell, like a young child who was ignorant of the world.
--Not good enough, but okay.
Animu took a deep breath, poured the two jars of blood into the crucible, and then stirred.
The boiling and rolling medicinal mud in the pot absorbed the two different jars of blood, and the light purple was slightly reddish. There was a shimmer of light invisible to ordinary people that was flashing and converging, shaking the air, and emitting a desperate roar like a man, a child
The sound of frightened crying.
This soft sound brought up a silent breeze, blowing around the shaman's skinny figure.
"bone."
The first two hunters had already 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, in their hands and respectfully presented them to the great shaman.
Inside the box are two skulls, one belonging to an adult human and one belonging to an infant under the age of two.
"This is better."
Glancing at the two clean skulls that had all the flesh and blood removed, Animu nodded slightly in appreciation. Immediately, the two hunters looked happy and slowly retreated.
Animu didn't say much. The old man with white hair and brown skin stretched out his hand and held a skull.
His skinny hands seemed weak, and his breath was like a candle in the wind, but with just a gentle squeeze of his hand, the entire skull turned into bone powder as smooth as dust, and was submerged into the pot with a quiet breeze.
The wind surrounding the Great Shaman became stronger again.
"Meat."
Following the summons, two more hunters stood up and presented the sacrifices they had carefully collected.
Blood, bone, flesh, sinew.
——The power of life.
Brain, eyes, tongue, skin.
——Perception of life.
Lungs, liver, kidneys, spleen.
——The patience of life.
Intestine, stomach, gallbladder, heart.
——The vitality of life.
Starting with the blood and ending with the heart, the sixteen most tender ones, the sixteen strongest ones, a total of thirty-two different lives are the most elite, richest in spiritual essence and power, which are the "pure sacrifices".
Thirty-two sacrifices are required for the sacrifice.
"What's wrong with Achetu?"
Finally, when the two hunters offered 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 said with sincerity and fear: "Achetu Shaman failed to sneak into Harrison Port and was killed by the Empire... Viscount Grant turned a blind eye to this."
"That's why we replaced him and offered this most important thing..."
"Well, I understand."
But Animu did not listen to the end. He waved his hand to signal the two hunters to step back, and then shook his head slightly: "They indeed noticed the signs. Achetu was too reckless."
Stirring the medicinal mud in the crucible, the great shaman Animu Abyss stirred the essence of flesh and blood and internal organs. He stirred the essence of life and said with an indifferent expression: "But those imperial people must also pay the price."