The white-haired old man said with certainty, "If they wanted to kill us, they would have done it to us before they left."
"Since we are useless, why don't they kill us?"
The man in the jacket was a little confused.
"Who said we are useless?"
The white-haired old man asked, "From the gray-robed old man's point of view, I didn't tell everything I knew just now, so we can still be of great use!
And there’s another thing, they will leave us behind to block the bullets for them in dangerous moments.”
"Then we have to be careful."
The man in the jacket said cautiously.
The white-haired old man nodded, and then continued: "I don't know if the man in cotton-padded clothes can get anything useful from the Bai clan leader he knows."
"must be able to!"
The man in the jacket replied, "How could the leader of a clan not know what is needed for sacrifice?"
"In the current social situation, the protection of traditional culture is not good. The pace of life is too fast, the pursuit of fame and fortune is too strong, and some customs have been simplified and simplified to the point of being lost. I hope the traditional culture of the Bai people can still be preserved.
All right."
The white-haired old man said.
The man in the jacket quite agreed with the white-haired old man's statement.
With nothing to do, the man in the jacket continued to study the corpses on the ground, but found nothing.
About twenty minutes later, the old man in gray robe and the man in leather jacket returned to the stone room.
"Did you find out?"
The man in the jacket couldn't wait to ask.
The old man in gray robe smiled and waved his hand and said: "You can't make calls on the mountain. He's down the mountain. After he finds out, he will bring the things over. Let's wait."
"kindness."
The white-haired old man nodded slightly.
The old man in gray robe took out two small bottles of water from his bag, handed one to the old man with white hair, and then sat down with the old man with white hair.
"Where did it come from?"
The old man in gray robe asked.
“Just live in the city.”
The white-haired old man replied, "What about you?"
"I also live in the city."
The old man in gray robe smiled and said, "After this incident, we are friends who share weal and woe, and we can move around more often in the future."
"good."
The white-haired old man responded.
The two chatted about home affairs here.
The two were chatting harmoniously. After a while, the man in the jacket and the man in the leather jacket suddenly started fighting. You scolded me, and I scolded you. You punched me, and I punched you.
The behavior of the two people shows the true relationship between the two groups of people!
About seven hours later, the man in cotton-padded clothes came back carrying a large suitcase. When he saw the man in the assault suit and the man in the leather jacket with a bruised nose and swollen face, he was startled at first, and then shook his head with a wry smile.
"Did you find out everything clearly?
Did you get your stuff back?"
The old man in gray robe stood up and asked two questions. It could be seen that he was still very concerned.
"I brought a small altar over. Not to mention the items for worship, I even brought snacks, chicken, duck, and fish for worship."
Men in cotton-padded clothes understand.
"well!"
The old man in gray robe nodded with satisfaction, and then praised, "I can rest assured that I leave the matter to you. Next, we will try one by one, and we will eventually find the so-called thing that connects humans and gods."
"Master, I thought about it carefully on the way back, and I feel that the thing that connects humans and gods is not one thing, but maybe the entire sacrificial process.
You also said before that sacrifice is a means for most peoples to summon gods, rather than a specific thing."
The man in cotton clothes said.
The old man in gray robe glanced at the man in cotton-padded clothes and nodded thoughtfully, "It makes sense, it makes sense, then let's set up the altar immediately."
"Master, everyone has been here for eight or nine hours, and we are all hungry. I bought some food. Let's eat first to replenish our strength. Only after eating is full can we have the strength to do things."
The man in cotton-padded clothes said to the old man in gray robe.
As he spoke, he flattened the suitcase and took out some flatbread, some vegetables and beef.
"Then let's eat first, eat first..." the old man in gray robe said.
Everyone was hungry for a long time, so they picked up these things and started eating. The man in the leather jacket challenged the white-haired old man and the man in the jacket and didn't want them to eat, but he was scolded by the old man in gray robe.
Zhang Fan, who had been hiding under the Big Jade Dragon Ice Cicada, had his stomach growling with hunger, but he didn't bring any food, so he could only starve. Smelling the aroma wafting over him, he couldn't help but swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva.
Zhang Fan is so special that he never expected that he would stay here for such a long time!
After the meal, the man in cotton-padded clothes directed everyone to set up the altar. The man in cotton-padded clothes commanded in an orderly manner.
Under such command, a scaled-down altar was quickly set up, with tributes and some plants placed on it.
"Master, activating this altar requires some spells and some actions. I will do these. Everyone, please move away a little."
The man in cotton-padded clothes looked at everyone and said.
After hearing this, everyone stayed away from the man in cotton-padded clothes and the altar, looking at the man in cotton-padded clothes from a distance.
I saw the man in cotton-padded clothes kneeling down in front of the altar. Then he slowly raised his hands, touching his right shoulder with his left hand and his left shoulder with his right hand. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. After closing his eyes, he began to chant in his mouth.
Spell.
The people present could not understand this spell, and even Zhang Fan, who was under Jade Dragon Bingchan, could not understand it. After all, his contact with the Bai people was very limited.
The man in the cotton-padded clothes kept mumbling a few words like this for five minutes. Suddenly, the man in the cotton-padded clothes opened his eyes angrily.
At the same time, a loud shout came from his mouth.
"snort!"
When he shouted loudly, the altar and the things on the altar shook instantly.
"Da da da……"
The sound of the iron plate colliding with the altar came from it.
"Master, there is a reaction! There is a reaction!"
The man in the leather jacket shouted excitedly.
"Stop making any noise!"
The old man in gray robe scolded in a low voice.
I saw the altar shaking more and more violently. At this time, the white-haired old man looked around and finally focused on the nine corpses. However, he saw that the nine corpses did not react at all. The altar and the
There is no breath linkage between the nine bodies.
If the altar can connect humans and gods, these nine bodies should respond, right?
Just as the white-haired old man was thinking, he heard a "clang" sound of gold and iron clashing from the location of the altar. The altar seemed to be stabilized by something and stopped shaking.
The next moment, a hurricane of spiritual energy blew up from the altar, roaring directly towards the man in cotton-padded clothes who was kneeling on the ground.
At this time, the man in cotton-padded clothes was just an ordinary person. He had no ability to dodge at all. Under his shocked eyes, the hurricane directly knocked him away and hit the stone wall heavily.