The old man said, "The goddess cannot participate in our dinner party. Once she is contaminated with the smoke of fireworks, she will no longer be able to use her divine power."
Hearing this, Yang Yi could only nodded and said nothing more.
Soon, the indigenous people brought out all kinds of delicacies from all over the house, including wine, meat, some fruits, and some delicacies that Yang Yi had never seen before.
They placed the food on the ground, and after bowing deeply to the bonfire, they sat in front of the bonfire one after another and surrounded the bonfire. At a glance, there were more than a hundred people in the entire tribe.
people.
Some old people were sitting on the ground eating the delicacies they brought out, while the young people suddenly jumped up like monkeys and danced in weird-looking postures.
"Guest, please dine."
Fulang smiled, raised his hands and held them up slightly, indicating that Yang Yi could eat. Yang Yi did not refuse. He looked at a roasted suckling pig placed in front of him, and then tore off one of the suckling pigs.
One leg got a bite.
The sweet and attractive taste bloomed in the taste buds, which made Yang Yi's eyes light up, because this suckling pig was roasted without any seasonings, but these indigenous people squeezed some unnamed spices on it.
It’s just the juice of the fruit. .??.
But when you enter the mouth, you can taste a very sweet fruity aroma, accompanied by a light salty taste, and the taste is just right.
It actually tastes better than those made by restaurants outside that specialize in roasted suckling pig.
Seeing Yang Yi feasting, Fulang explained, "Actually, people outside have a lot of misunderstandings about cannibals. We are not as scary as you think, and we don't go out to kill people."
Catch them and eat them."
"This title of cannibal actually evolved from a ritual in our tribe."
"Whenever a clan member dies, we will cut a cut on his hand and then kiss it, which means that we will always be with him and hope that their soul can rest in peace. After that, they will be cremated.
After the cremation, we will take out his ashes little by little and put them in water to drink as a farewell, which is the so-called salvation."
"I don't know why it was misinformed and turned into cannibalism. After so many years, the misunderstanding about us has become bigger and bigger. They even think that we will eat the people in the tribe, so we have to bear such a burden.
It’s a bad name, but because no one has ever had real contact with us, they don’t know what our tribal customs are.”
"Over a long period of time, misunderstandings have occurred."
After hearing Fulang's explanation, Yang Yi understood.
It turns out that the so-called cannibalism is just a ritual.
"Mr. Furlan, why can't we outsiders enter the Gusheng Canal, otherwise we will be punished by God?"
Yang Yi was still more concerned about this issue. After hearing this, Fulang sighed, "This is a long story."
The next morning.
The indigenous people are always energetic and get up early. Under the leadership of the goddess and Fulang, all the indigenous people stood in front of this huge statue with pious expressions.
Maybe it was Yang Yi's misunderstanding. When his eyes saw this statue, he always felt that something was wrong. Yang Yi didn't know what to use to describe this statue. It clearly looked like a person in outline, but if you look closely, it didn't look like a person at all.
According to Fulang, this person is the god who lives in Gusheng Canal. Since it is the god worshiped by the indigenous tribes, Yang Yi can't say anything and can only hide these questions silently in his heart.
Moreover, when Yang Yi was chatting with Fulang last night, he also learned about a legend about this statue. A long time ago, the gods of Gushengqu saved their lives and allowed their race to continue.
.
Yang Yi was lucky enough to touch the statue last night. It was not until the moment he touched the statue that Yang Yi discovered that the statue was not made of fine iron as seen with the naked eye, but made of fine iron.
It is made of an indescribable material, and when you touch it, there is a warm temperature, and the blood circulation in the whole body speeds up.
Fulang brought Yang Yi to the statue. He first touched his eyebrows with his hand, then put his hands together on his chest and spoke the language of the indigenous people.
After an in-depth communication last night, Yang Yi also understood that this is part of the ceremony. It is a ritual that everyone needs to do before entering Gusheng Canal to pay homage.
Therefore, Yang Yi also made exactly the same gesture as Fulang, with his eyebrows lightly tapping, then clasping his hands together and bowing.
After Fulang finished speaking, Yang Yi stood up with him.
Fulang came to Yang Yi, smiled slightly, and said, "Mr. Yang, please squeeze out a drop of blood and put your blood on the incarnation of the god. He will know your piety. In this case, you will go in."
After that, you will be protected by the gods."
When Yang Yi heard this, he had no doubts. He put his index finger in his mouth and bit it. Looking at the blood slowly oozing out, Yang Yi touched the blood on the sculpture.
At this time, a magical scene happened.
The moment the blood drops landed on the sculpture, they suddenly disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.
Later, Yang Yi felt a little itchy on his fingertips. When he lowered his head, he saw that the small cut on his finger had disappeared, as if he had used the gray potion given to him by Senior Huaxu. It was really amazing.
"It's okay, God will protect you."
"Now, I'll let my tribe take you there. Have a pleasant journey."
Furlan seemed not to be surprised, and just smiled slightly.
Then, he waved gently, and a burly indigenous man stepped forward and stood in front of the two of them.
"His name is Acha, and he will take you to the entrance of Gusheng Canal. He will come back after you go in."
After saying goodbye to everyone in the tribe, Acha took Yang Yi and quickly headed towards the entrance of Gusheng Canal without saying a word.
Along the way, the two of them were very quiet, and no one spoke. After all, no one could understand what the other was saying, and there was nothing they could do about it because of the language barrier.
After about an hour, the two people arrived at the entrance of Gusheng Canal, which was at the foot of a mountain.
In fact, when he saw the top of the mountain just now, Yang Yi didn't feel anything was wrong. But when the two of them reached the depths, Yang Yi discovered that the area was full of thick fog and the visibility was very low.
If you are not careful, you will fall into it. The old man said, "The goddess cannot participate in our dinner party. Once you are contaminated with the smoke of fireworks, you will not be able to use your divine power."
Hearing this, Yang Yi could only nodded and said nothing more.
Soon, the indigenous people brought out all kinds of delicacies from all over the house, including wine, meat, some fruits, and some delicacies that Yang Yi had never seen before.
They placed the food on the ground, and after bowing deeply to the bonfire, they sat in front of the bonfire one after another and surrounded the bonfire. At a glance, there were more than a hundred people in the entire tribe.
people.
Some old people were sitting on the ground eating the delicacies they brought out, while the young people suddenly jumped up like monkeys and danced in weird-looking postures. .??.
"Guest, please dine."
Fulang smiled, raised his hands and held them up slightly, indicating that Yang Yi could eat. Yang Yi did not refuse. He looked at a roasted suckling pig placed in front of him, and then tore off one of the suckling pigs.
One leg got a bite.
The sweet and attractive taste bloomed in the taste buds, which made Yang Yi's eyes light up, because this suckling pig was roasted without any seasonings, but these indigenous people squeezed some unnamed spices on it.
It's just the juice of the fruit.
But when you enter the mouth, you can taste a very sweet fruity aroma, accompanied by a light salty taste, and the taste is just right.
It actually tastes better than those made by restaurants outside that specialize in roasted suckling pig.
Seeing Yang Yi feasting, Fulang explained, "Actually, people outside have a lot of misunderstandings about cannibals. We are not as scary as you think, and we don't go out to kill people."
Catch them and eat them."
"This title of cannibal actually evolved from a ritual in our tribe."
"Whenever a clan member dies, we will cut a cut on his hand and then kiss it, which means that we will always be with him and hope that their soul can rest in peace. After that, they will be cremated.
After the cremation, we will take out his ashes little by little and put them in water to drink as a farewell, which is the so-called salvation."
"I don't know why it was misinformed and turned into cannibalism. After so many years, the misunderstanding about us has become bigger and bigger. They even think that we will eat the people in the tribe, so we have to bear such a burden.
It’s a bad name, but because no one has ever had real contact with us, they don’t know what our tribal customs are.”
"Over a long period of time, misunderstandings have occurred."
After hearing Fulang's explanation, Yang Yi understood.
It turns out that the so-called cannibalism is just a ritual.
"Mr. Furlan, why can't we outsiders enter the Gusheng Canal, otherwise we will be punished by God?"
Yang Yi was still more concerned about this issue. After hearing this, Fulang sighed, "This is a long story."
The next morning.
The indigenous people are always energetic and get up early. Under the leadership of the goddess and Fulang, all the indigenous people stood in front of this huge statue with pious expressions.
Maybe it was Yang Yi's misunderstanding. When his eyes saw this statue, he always felt that something was wrong. Yang Yi didn't know what to use to describe this statue. It clearly looked like a person in outline, but if you look closely, it didn't look like a person at all.
According to Fulang, this person is the god who lives in Gusheng Canal. Since it is the god worshiped by the indigenous tribes, Yang Yi can't say anything and can only hide these questions silently in his heart.
Moreover, when Yang Yi was chatting with Fulang last night, he also learned about a legend about this statue. A long time ago, the gods of Gushengqu saved their lives and allowed their race to continue.
.
Yang Yi was lucky enough to touch the statue last night. It was not until the moment he touched the statue that Yang Yi discovered that the statue was not made of fine iron as seen with the naked eye, but made of fine iron.
It is made of an indescribable material, and when you touch it, there is a warm temperature, and the blood circulation in the whole body speeds up.
Fulang brought Yang Yi to the statue. He first touched his eyebrows with his hand, then put his hands together on his chest and spoke the language of the indigenous people.
After an in-depth communication last night, Yang Yi also understood that this is part of the ceremony. It is a ritual that everyone needs to do before entering Gusheng Canal to pay homage.
Therefore, Yang Yi also made exactly the same gesture as Fulang, with his eyebrows lightly tapping, then clasping his hands together and bowing.
After Fulang finished speaking, Yang Yi stood up with him.
Fulang came to Yang Yi, smiled slightly, and said, "Mr. Yang, please squeeze out a drop of blood and put your blood on the incarnation of the god. He will know your piety. In this case, you will go in."
After that, you will be protected by the gods."
When Yang Yi heard this, he had no doubts. He put his index finger in his mouth and bit it. Looking at the blood slowly oozing out, Yang Yi touched the blood on the sculpture.
At this time, a magical scene happened.
The moment the blood drops landed on the sculpture, they suddenly disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.
Later, Yang Yi felt a little itchy on his fingertips. When he lowered his head, he saw that the small cut on his finger had disappeared, as if he had used the gray potion given to him by Senior Huaxu. It was really amazing.
"It's okay, God will protect you."
"Now, I'll let my tribe take you there. Have a pleasant journey."
Furlan seemed not to be surprised, and just smiled slightly.
Then, he waved gently, and a burly indigenous man stepped forward and stood in front of the two of them.
"His name is Acha, and he will take you to the entrance of Gusheng Canal. He will come back after you go in."
After saying goodbye to everyone in the tribe, Acha took Yang Yi and quickly headed towards the entrance of Gusheng Canal without saying a word.
Along the way, the two of them were very quiet, and no one spoke. After all, no one could understand what the other was saying, and there was nothing they could do about it because of the language barrier.
After about an hour, the two people arrived at the entrance of Gusheng Canal, which was at the foot of a mountain.
In fact, when he saw the top of the mountain just now, Yang Yi didn't feel anything was wrong. But when the two of them reached the depths, Yang Yi discovered that the area was full of thick fog and the visibility was very low.
