The lion led his men in pursuit, and a group of people waved their weapons and shouted loudly, "Kill them, kill them to sacrifice to the gods."
This forest is where they have been crawling around since childhood. Even with their eyes closed, they can know the location of each tree. There is no need to identify the road at all. They will soon catch up with the group of people and attack them.
Yao Xiaoqing listened to the shouts behind him and suddenly thought of a plan. He took out his flashlight and turned his head sharply, aiming it at the chasing crowd of the Shenmu tribe.
The illuminated area was like daylight. In the dark forest, a dazzling light like the sun suddenly emitted, frightening the lion and his tribe to death.
The beam of light shone on the faces of the lions and the others, and the bright light made them unable to open their eyes. Some people fell to their knees with a "pop" and shouted, "Gods forgive me! Gods forgive me!"
The lion growled, "The mountain demon is coming, the mountain demon is coming..."
There were a few "whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" sounds, and the stone in Yao Xiaoqing's hand flew out. With a few "bang, bang, bang" sounds, it hit the people running in front. She turned around and rushed towards the person who came back to pick her up.
Mu Feng and Dashi shouted: "Let's go!"
Only then did the people of the Shenmu tribe wake up. When they looked up, they saw that the people in front of them had disappeared.
After a "go" sound passed, the dazzling light disappeared, and the voice was clear and loud, clearly a woman's voice.
Lion's eyes suddenly opened wide and he glared angrily in the direction where Yao Xiaoqing and the others were escaping, "Yao Shanbu..." Before he could finish his words, he clutched his chest and fell to the ground.
The man who regained consciousness grabbed a tree, climbed up, and yelled in the direction where Yao Xiaoqing and the others were escaping: "Jackals of the Yaoshan tribe, we will not let you go."
The sound that came out was like the buzzing of mosquitoes.
He looked down and saw the lion lying on the ground, and asked: "Chief, what's wrong with you?"
Niu lay on the ground and said feebly: "Shanshu, the leader is injured. My leg was hit by something."
Shanshu calmed down, helped him up and sat on the ground, "Let's carry the leader back first and let the witches treat his injuries. You guys can take your time later."
"Okay." Niu responded.
Several uninjured men came forward and carried the lion back to the tribe with him.
Shanshu shouted at the fire: "Witch, the leader is injured, please show him quickly."
Huo followed the two of them into the cave and saw the lion lying on the animal skin with his knees swollen high. He touched it and said slowly to the mountain potato: "Turn him over, he, his injury
In, on the back."
The two men hurriedly turned him over and lifted up the hide. They saw two bloody holes as big as thumbs on his back, which were still bleeding.
Shanshu looked at the fire anxiously and shouted: "Witch, please apply medicine to the leader quickly!" He looked at the lion's blood-stained back with fear. He had shed so much blood, would he die?
Huo glanced at him, stood up and walked out without saying a word.
Shanshu and the people in the tribe looked at the unconscious lion, with a big stone falling in their hearts. Many warriors in the tribe were killed and injured, and the witches were almost gone. If the leader was gone, what should the Shenmu tribe do?
After a while, he came in with a ball of crushed herbs and applied it to the lion's wound.
Shanshu looked at the pale lion worriedly, "Witch, the leader will wake up soon!"
After the fire was half off, he said: "No, I don't know. Yes, it depends on the will of the gods."
Shanshu looked at him and begged: "Witch, go and see those injured warriors!"
Huo stood up and said coldly: "No, you don't need to talk too much, I, I've already seen it." After saying that, he turned around and walked out.
Another warrior asked: "Shanshu, why is Wu's tone so harsh?"
Shanshu frowned and said: "The great witch is dying, and he feels sad."
Huo went to the cave next to him and looked at the wizard lying on the animal skin. He lay down next to him and reached out to touch his hand, only to see that it was already cold.
"Father, Dad..." Huo cried silently, tears kept falling. His father was gone, and the first sacrifice turned out like that again. He would not let him go.
Big Amu walked into the cave and squatted next to Huo, patting his vest, "Huo! Your father is gone, and something happened to you during your first sacrifice. He hates your father so much, he won't let us go."
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Huo wiped away his tears and looked up at her, "Ah, mother, I won't give him a chance to attack us."
He looked at the pots in the corner, stood up, walked to the pots, and looked at them for a while.
After a while, he took out a dark brown thing from a clay pot and held it tightly in his hand. He glanced at his crying mother, went to the cave where the herbs were stored, and used a stone knife to cut off a small piece and put it in his hand.
On the skin, grind it finely with a stone pestle and pour it into a wooden bowl.
I went back and picked up the clay pot, poured some water into it, stirred it, and took it to the lion's cave, where I fed the yams to the lion to drink.
Huo came out of the lion's cave and returned to his father's cave. After putting the black shaman's robe on him, he asked the big aunt to call two warriors in and carry the witch to the open space outside.
He raised his wooden staff around the corpse of the witch, chanted blessings, and begged the gods to take his messenger back to heaven to serve the gods.
After the sacrifice, he went to pray for the dead warriors and had people lift up the shaman and the dead warriors and walk towards the tomb pit of the Shenmu tribe.
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Yao Xiaoqing and Dashi ran to the opposite hillside and saw no one chasing them.
Everyone just stopped, and Mu Feng stepped forward and patted Yao Xiaoqing, "You girl, you stopped so suddenly, you scared me to death."
Dashi scolded: "Yes! Xiaoqing, you should tell us."
Yao Xiaoqing smiled and said: "I want to tell you, it won't have that effect."
Zhi patted his chest, "Fortunately, Xiaoqing brought the divine light to scare the people of the Shenmu tribe."
"Divine light," Leopard looked at the silver thing in Yao Xiaoqing's hand curiously, "Xiaoqing, is this the thing that emits divine light?"
"Yes, this was given to Xiaoqing by the gods." Mu Feng looked at him proudly and said.
Yao Xiaoqing glanced at him and handed the flashlight to him, "Bao Bao, do you want to take a look?"
"No," Leopard waved his hand, "the gods will punish you."
Yao Xiaoqing turned on the weak light of the flashlight, and the forest suddenly lit up. "Uncle Dashi, let's go first. The Shenmu tribe will catch up and seek revenge on us if they understand."
Dashi waved his hand and said, "Let's go."
The group of people drove for two or three hours, but when no one came after them, they climbed up a tree and slept against the tree trunk. At dawn, the group of people continued on their way back to the Yaoshan tribe.
Ah Chunbo, who was on sentry duty, saw a few people and shouted happily down the mountain: "Back! Xiaoqing and the others are back!"
The man fertilizing the pumpkins at the bottom of the mountain heard the shouting and rushed towards the gate.
Yao Hu looked at the exhausted people and said with a smile: "It's good to come back. Are you hungry?"
Yao Xiaoqing smiled and nodded, "Hungry! Hungry and sleepy!"
Yao Hu smiled and said: "There is food ready! Let's eat after we go back."
Yao Xiaoqing nodded, and the group of people walked back happily.