The others looked in Wang Han's direction in unison.
Ma Sitong's little face turned pale at that time.
The little fist was clenched tightly.
Ma Fuyin walked towards this side, with a very simple and powerful expression on his face.
He shook his head at Ma Sitong and said it was okay.
Ma Sitong looked at the expressions of others, and everyone's face was full of jokes.
Wang Han also took everyone's expression in his eyes, muttering in his heart that Ma Sitong's father's character seemed to be not very good.
Zhen Yourong on the other side wanted to say something, but her father Zhen Yuanshan covered his mouth with his hands, and Zhen Yourong kicked the air with his short legs.
He glared at the two brothers Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo in anger.
The bald man who was just talking ordered a pot of old dry tobacco again and took a happy mouthful, looking around for a while and laughing.
"Let's make a bet to see if he can live today."
Everyone else laughed and said, "Old Gou, is there any option for this? You have heard what the high priest said just now. It's okay if he came to our place as an outsider, but he even beat our people.
Isn’t it because I’m trying to die if I’m trying to get wax in the cesspool?”
There was no movement in the main hall.
Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo looked at each other.
Cleared his throat again and said loudly.
"High priest, Ma Fuyin brought a foreigner to our place and beat us. You must make the decision for us, kill this foreigner, and then remove Ma Fuyin from the village chief..."
The old voice finally came from the hall.
"Bring him in!"
Everyone was stunned.
Ma Bao family and Ma Weiguo were also stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that according to their minds, the high priest would definitely execute this foreigner directly.
The field is quiet.
Ma Fuyin glanced at Ma Sitong and showed his eyes.
Ma Sitong held Wang Han's arm, her steps were a little sloppy, her face turned pale, and she was very nervous, and she walked very erratic every step.
On the other hand, Wang Han took every step very steadily.
Ma Sitong's mind has already begun to make up for the bloody scenes after she has entered the mind.
When you walk up the steps.
Wang Han joked, "Ling Zun's popularity...it seems to be a lot of room for improvement."
Ma Sitong came to her senses and glanced at Ma Fuyin who was standing apart from the others.
"My father is a bit stubborn and believes in his own way. He often doesn't work with these people, so everyone doesn't like my father."
"normal."
After listening to the explanation, Wang Han smiled.
Walk from under the steps to the top.
At the beginning, Ma Sitong was holding Wang Han, but when it came up, it was Wang Han who was already holding Ma Sitong.
Ma Sitong kept cheering, "Brother Xiang Feng, don't be nervous, the high priest is actually not as terrifying as you think."
Wang Han held Ma Sitong's trembling arm, "Who is nervous?"
Ma Sitong was stunned for a moment, and grabbed his arm with his other hand.
Only then did she realize that Wang Han was calm, but she shook her hands and shook constantly.
Stepping over a foot of the threshold.
Walked inside.
There was a strange smell in the hall.
It smells good and bad.
The interior space of the hall is very large.
It's almost four hundred square meters.
There are lamps around it, making it not too dark inside.
Many of the utensils inside are pure wood or bronze products.
Wang Han glanced over and saw many bronze jaws, bronze lords, and bronze jaws.
In addition to these, there are also divination-related things such as tortoise shells around.
Ma Sitong's eyes were staring at the innermost direction. There was a hunched back sitting among the lights, and a dove stick with gold foil was held in her arms.
The crutches are also carved with fish pictures and ducks and goose patterns.
I don’t know how many years this thing has existed, but it has been covered with plasters on it, shining with golden light and looks very rare.
The old man sat on the ground with his back to this side, holding the tortoise shell in his hands, shaking up and down, as if he hadn't heard two people coming in outside.
Ma Sitong swallowed nervously, "Great...High Priest!"
The old man still didn't say anything, but just held his breath and shook the turtle shell used for divination in his hand.
Wow!
Several ancient bronze coins were thrown out of the turtle shell.
After seeing this, the old man stuffed the coins into the turtle shell, holding the turtle shell in both hands and pressing against his forehead.
I don't know what's in my mouth.
The turtle shell began to shake again.
Ma Sitong swallowed, and her nervous mind was empty at this moment. She wanted to say something, but Wang Han held it down as soon as she opened her mouth and said a word.
Wow!
The coins in the turtle shell slipped out again.
The old man separated the coins one by one.
A laughter that seemed to be self-deprecating was heard.
The old man repeated the movement just now again.
Holding the tortoise shell in both hands and pressing it on his forehead, he was more pious than when he used it just now.
After a few dozen seconds, it began to shake the tortoise shell.
In normal times, dozens of seconds passed in the blink of an eye, but at this time, every second seemed to be infinitely stretched.
The sound of coins hitting the turtle shell was circulating in the empty hall.
Wow!
The turtle shell pauses.
Each coin is discharged from the turtle shell.
The high priest's already hunched body pressed down.
After reading each coin, I shook my head and smiled bitterly, and murmured softly, as if I was self-deprecating, and as if I was relieved.
"Man's calculation is not as good as God's calculation! God's calculation is not as good as his calculation!"
"Girl, go out first! I have something to say with this friend!"
The voice of the high priest's old voice came.
Ma Sitong was stunned for a moment, and the high priest actually called Wang Han a friend.
Paused.
Ma Sitong still walked out.
Once you leave the hall.
Zhen Yourong immediately broke free from her father's control and ran over.
"Si Tong, how are you doing? Why did you come out alone? Brother Xiang Feng? Did the high priest say anything?"
Zhen Yourong asked several questions in a row.
Ma Sitong's mind is still a little bit tummy.
He shook his head and looked in the direction of the hall, "The High Priest just asked me to come out!"
Zhen Yourong stood on tiptoe and looked into the hall.
I was very curious and worried but didn't dare to go in.
Ma Baojia and Ma Weiguo stood with the village chiefs of other villages.
The stick in his hand waving and making a whimpering sound.
Ma Baojia gritted his teeth and said, "I have to use this stick to break his legs later and let him crawl out from here, for fear that I will hit him with one step!"
"What did the high priest keep that foreigner in there?"
Ma Bao's family waved the stick in his hand, "The high priest was emotionally unstable by those two madmen. Now a foreigner is looking for trouble. The high priest will definitely not endure it. He will definitely cut the foreigner's cramps and skin.
. ""
The bald beard looked in the direction of the hall.
He muttered in his mouth, "It shouldn't be."
As he spoke, he looked at Ma Fuyin, who always had that simple smile.
In the main hall.
Wang Han looked at the hunched old man.
Dear!
The dove stick pointed to the ground and made the only sound in the hall.
The high priest sighed, "You are here after all!"
The voice is filled with indescribable vicissitudes.
The hunched back slowly turned over.
In the darkness, the old man raised his head slightly lowered.