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Chapter 242 Drum, Witch, Dance

As if he wanted to see this sacrifice of the Qingque Tribe, the sun, which had not shown its face for several days after the snow stopped, showed up with its suppressed red face today, blooming with thousands of golden lights.

The white snow reflected the light, making everything bright and dazzling.

The people in the Qingque tribe didn't care about this at all. They stood on tiptoes and looked into the house with full expectations.

In the room, stood the most prominent figures of the Qingque tribe: Shenzi, Wu, the leader, second senior brother, Shang, and junior brother Sha.

The Son of God standing in the middle, holding two drumsticks in his hand, was explaining something to the crowd. Several people nodded to show that they understood what the Son of God meant.

After doing this for a while, the senior brother came out and asked everyone standing outside to stand up, while the witch put on his feather crown and held the bone staff in his hand.

As usual, during sacrifices, the shaman just dances, but this time it was obviously different.

The people of the Qingque tribe have not learned to line up. Even though they have tried their best to stand, they are still in a mess. There are some messy and inaudible sounds, like mosquitoes singing.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a dull sound suddenly came out and exploded in his ears.

The witch's body trembled, and he almost dropped the bone staff in his hand. The senior brother and others were also suddenly shocked. Even though they had received the order from the Son of God before, they were still distracted by the sudden explosion sound.

The buzzing sound outside the house disappeared, everyone became quiet, and many people opened their mouths.

After a short period of sluggishness, surprise, panic, fear... these emotions just appeared on them.

Some timid people were trembling, and some even raised their heads to look at the sky.

The sky is bright and clear, with no clouds in sight...

Then...then where did this sudden thunder come from?

Everyone was puzzled, and at the same time, the fear of the unknown became even greater.

"Boom!"

While everyone was in shock and confusion, another dull sound exploded like before.

Then there was a series of "dong dong dong...!"

There!

It's the Son of God!

In the room, the senior brother and Shang were stunned by Han Cheng's sudden beating of the drum. After being stunned for a while, they remembered what the Son of God had explained before, and hurriedly walked to the back and stood on both sides of the totem pole.

As the two of them left, the scene inside the house that had been blocked was finally clearly displayed in front of everyone.

Son of God!

It's the Son of God!

They thought in their hearts.

Shenzi was holding a drumstick in one hand and hitting it hard on the thing they had recently made, which Shenzi called a drum.

Every time the drumstick falls, there will be a buzzing sound. The sound is like thunder when it is hot and rainy, awe-inspiring and shuddering.

This thing should have been in the sky, but now it was tamed by the Son of God and brought to their Qingque tribe...

At this moment, they suddenly felt an urge to worship.

To the God of Heaven, to the Son of God, to this amazing thundering drum, this was an idea they had never thought of during previous sacrifices.

Wu Canglao's cheeks turned pale at first and then turned red. His eyes looked at the drum being beaten by the Son of God, and his body was trembling with excitement.

Although he had learned about the function and effectiveness of the drum from the Son of God before, the power displayed by the drum at this time was still far beyond his imagination.

Did the Son of God put thunder from heaven into the drum? He thought like everyone else.

He thought like this for a while before suddenly remembering what the Son of God had told him before. While complaining that he had delayed the sacrifice, he hurriedly prepared to start the ritual dance.

It was at this moment that the Son of God suddenly stopped.

The thunder disappeared, and the world suddenly became quiet. The son of God, who was holding the drumstick, frowned slightly, looked at the drum on the stand, and muttered to himself.

Wu was stunned, stopped the dance he was about to start, and hurriedly approached the Son of God, wanting to know what happened.

But I heard the Son of God muttering to himself in a low voice: "That's wrong, the voice shouldn't be so low..."

Wu stiffened and almost fell down.

My Son of God, this sound is almost tearing down the roof, but you still don’t think it’s loud enough?

Even though he was as calm as a witch, he didn't know how to express his feelings at this moment.

"Light a fire."

Han Cheng held the drumstick and thought to himself for a while, then suddenly spoke.

Two people were responsible for the fire, and soon a fire was lit outside the door.

Han Cheng asked his second brother and brother Sha, who were originally assigned to carry the drum, to carry the drum out.

The two of them had more respect for this thing that could make thunderous sounds, and there was awe in their respect.

Following Han Cheng's instructions, the two carefully carried the drum and followed Han Cheng out.

Under Han Cheng's instructions, he picked up the drum and placed one end of the drum on top of the burning fire, more than 20 centimeters away from the flames to let the fire roast it.

After roasting for a while, the head was changed again according to the instructions of the Son of God, and the roasting continued.

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe who was watching was surprised. The food would be more delicious if it was roasted on the fire. Now the Son of God asked people to roast the drum on the fire. Is it difficult to eat it?

Of course Han Cheng didn't want to eat, but he remembered what he had seen before, how to deal with the drum not ringing much in the cold weather.

Li He once wrote in "Yanmen Prefect's Journey" that the heavy frost can't make the sound of cold sound, and the Qingque tribe is just as cold now.

If you want to make the sound of the drum louder, it is very simple. Just heat the drum.

The drum that had been heated by the fire was carried back and put into the stand. After Han Cheng signaled to several people in the room, a drumstick fell hard.

The leather covering the drum vibrated rapidly, and a loud, dull sound of "boom" came from the drum and moved towards the surroundings.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe inside and outside the house was shaken, and they felt as if the sound was exploding in their hearts.

The witch's eyes were filled with awe and worship, and his mind moved with the constant roaring, and for a moment he actually forgot to perform sacrifices.

It wasn't until Han Cheng reminded him that he started dancing in a small area in the house. His steps were unprecedentedly vigorous and his movements were as natural and smooth as water. This old man who had never successfully communicated with the gods, this time he was offering sacrifices to the roaring drums. Suddenly,

There was a different feeling than before.

It seems to be one step closer to the gods...

Han Cheng didn't know much about drumming. He just kept playing according to the rhythm in his memory: 'dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong'.

Play as you like for a while. Anyway, whether there is anyone here who knows how to play drums, it is up to you to decide.

After some dancing, the drumming stopped temporarily. According to the previous instructions, the people gathered in front of the door were separated. The shaman with a feather crown and a bone staff danced out of the room and headed towards the cave.

Next came the second senior brother Sha, who was carrying the drum stand and the drum on the stand, and Han Dashenzi, who was carrying drumsticks and knocking on the drum that was lifted very low from time to time.

Behind them are the senior brother and Shang who are carrying the totem pole.

The rest of the people followed the totem pole and headed towards the cave together.

In the cave, amid the rumbling drums, Wu circled the totem pole and the senior brother who was carrying it, and Shang danced three times. During the process, he said something vaguely.

After three rounds, the totem pole was lifted and placed in its original position.

A bonfire was lit, dispersing the darkness in the cave and illuminating everything clearly and brightly.

Drumming is a physical job, and Han Cheng was already sweating.

Having had enough of playing drums, he took advantage of this short opportunity to hand over the drumsticks to his senior brother who was free.

The eldest brother looked a little embarrassed and withdrawn, but he had already thought of becoming a hands-off shopkeeper. Naturally, Han Da Shenzi would not give him a chance to refuse.

After simply teaching some simple drumming techniques, the drumsticks were in the hands of the senior brother.

The senior brother holding the drumstick was tense, filled with tension, anticipation and a sense of sacred responsibility.

This was the first time that he had participated in the sacrifice not as a bystander.

Moreover, I will personally control this artifact that can absorb thunder...

All of this made him full of excitement and expectation.

Amid the roaring drums, a different sacrificial ceremony than before began again.

Bows, arrows, and slings were respectfully placed on the stone platform in front of the totem pole. They were the best items for the Qingque tribe to offer sacrifices to the gods.

Han Cheng, the false son of God, stood beside the totem pole as before, enjoying the same treatment as a god - acting as a clay puppet.

Along with the dance of the witches and the rumbling drums, everyone sincerely thanked God for his care for the Qingque tribe, and thanked the Son of God for leading the Qingque tribe to become stronger step by step...

Because of the appearance of drums, people participating in sacrifices are more involved than before.

After a lot of excitement, the sacrifice was over, and the totem pole was once again carried by Senior Brother Shang and returned to the house.

Compared with the beginning, the ceremony seemed simple and deserted.

Starting from today, the Qingque Tribe’s sacrificial rituals have been laid down as a general framework, which can be roughly divided into three procedures: welcoming the gods, offering sacrifices, and sending off the gods.

In these processes, the initial welcoming of the gods requires the son of the god to beat the drum himself, the witches to dance, and the leader and others to carry the totem pole where the god lives.

During the sacrifice, the leader beats the drum...

Compared with the previous solo dances of shamans, this kind of sacrifice has a more ceremonial feel and makes people devote themselves wholeheartedly to it.

It also better demonstrates the status of the sons of gods, witches, and leaders in the Qingque tribe.

Of course, these are just a rough framework, and new things can be filled in later as needed.


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