Original War

Chapter 288

“Stop them for me! Stop them!”

The leader Fang Mang shouted and rushed towards this side.

He had planned to watch a joke next to him before, and he didn’t come close, but after seeing Yang Sui and his group, his face turned blue with regret.

This is slapping his new leader in the face, this kind of behavior is simply provoking the ancestors! Offend the gods!

But thinking about it, it seems…probably…it seems…the ancestors really didn’t say what kind of person must be used to be a witch.

However, Yang Sui’s behavior is indeed a provocation to the ancestors. In his opinion, it is extremely unlucky behavior.

When the new leader Han Mang called out, Yang Sui and his entourage had already stepped onto the steps of the altar for the rain-seeking ceremony.

Once you step on this high platform, it means praying for rain begins.

Hao Mang, who was chasing here, clenched his fists, almost vomiting blood, before he drew his sword and slashed towards Yang Sui. If Yang Sui hadn’t set foot on the altar, he would really kill the crowd on the spot, and no one in the tribe would say anything about him. However, these people moved too fast, and he was one step too late after all.

The poisoned knife-like eyes swept back and forth at the nine people who walked to the high platform step by step. He still took a step back, not near the fire pool, for fear of getting bad luck. Now he can’t move his hands, but when the ceremony is over… Yang Sui, wait for death! Sacrifice to the gods with your blood!

Yang Sui didn’t turn his head to look down at the tribal people’s reaction, but listening to the voice below, he knew how own would end up. At this time, he regretted it again, perhaps, he should have given up before that, so as not to make the tribes react like this, he was most worried about these friends and relatives who came up with him.

Thinking, unconsciously, Yang Sui’s steps hesitated and slowed down.

At this moment, Yang Sui heard the words coming from behind.

“When you come, you can’t look back and keep walking!” This was Yang Sui’s mother’s voice.

“We came up, so we didn’t plan to go back again.” This is Mi Gu’s mother.

“Don’t worry, we will be with you.” This is Miu.

Although the others didn’t say anything, Yang Sui listened to Own’s footsteps, knowing them and chose.

Yang Sui held the back of the oxtail’s hand, and the veins bulged from too much force. After a short pause, he lifted his foot up again.

For the rain-seeking ceremony, on the high platform, god-sacrificing artifacts, decorations, and ceremonies have been prepared. In addition, when praying for rain, there must be a rain-seeking dance and the necessary blessing “mantra”. Whether it is praying for a rain dance or a congratulatory speech, you need to have music, and naturally you need someone who plays.

Originally, Yang Sui used a large amount of shell money to invite people, but when Yang Sui walked up to the high platform, he found that his own father, Uncle, and his grandfather… all were on it.

Seeing Yang Sui who was stunned, Yang Sui’s father smiled at Yang Sui holding the diabolo used for percussion in his hand.

When I came, I didn’t plan to go any further.

Perhaps, without waiting for the end of the ceremony, the people of the tribe will set up firewood under this high platform and light the fire.

Yang Sui stood on the high platform, looked at the people around him, and gave them a smile, even though the smile looked like crying.

Boom! Bang Bang Bang ——

Rhythmic music sounded.

Yang Sui held the oxtail in his hand, looked at the one-man high rainstone in the middle of the high platform, and closed his eyes. There has never been such a moment when he expects so much rain from the sky, even a few drops.

Although he has always doubted the ancestors, questioned the gods, and slandered many times, but at this moment, he really hopes that the ancestors and the gods can help him this time, just this time. He is willing to pay any price.

Yang Sui respectfully put the oxtail on the rain stone with both hands. Flick the sleeves.

The large sleeves are a bit hard due to the material, not as elegant as gauze ribbons, etc. However, with the wave of the hand, the wooden nut bells tied to the sleeves also swing with the arm, making a clicking sound.

The jumps of the nine dancers and the twisting of their bodies made the clattering sound more intense, like the sound of showers of rain hitting the ground.

The Rain Tribe’s Qiyu Dance has a characteristic, which requires dancing on your back.

For many tribes, occasionally dancing with their faces upside down during the sacrificial dance is very common and not unusual. However, the Yu tribe is different. In their sacrificial dance, the dancers need to always look up and face up to the sky. The god of rain they worship is naturally located in the sky. They have to pray to the gods, wish, and tell the desire of the people of the tribe, hoping to be blessed, to eliminate disasters, and of course to look up to the sky reverently.

And Yang Sui also took this opportunity to observe the movement of the sky.

Although the sand was flying, his eyes could not be widened and it was easy to get lost, but Yang Sui could still see the changes in the sky, which was his ability different from others. He used this to speculate on the weather.

No rain!

There is no sign of rain!

Yang Sui gritted his teeth and continued. He knew that he was different from other people. This was the capital he had always been proud of. Perhaps, he can really break the deadlock and do what the ancestors could not do? If you work harder, maybe it will be soon. There is no need for heavy rain, just two drops will do. Two drops are fine.

Gradually, he felt the power in his body being drawn away, and he could feel the change of fire.

Although the sky still does not appear to rain, since the fire has changed, it is a good thing!

The people of the Yu tribe standing below could not see the situation on the high platform at all. However, some people near the fire pond felt the changes in the fire pond.

Han Mang saw the fire in the fire pond, from the original fiery red, the color gradually became lighter. And the surrounding temperature seems to have dropped a bit.

“This…this…” An elderly man rubbed his eyes, his expression unbelievable.

The muscles on the surface of the river twitched and said, “This has happened in the past when Wu Qiuyu, but it didn’t succeed in the end.”

An old man at the side swept over with a sharp gaze, seeing He Chao’s scalp numb, he had to shut his mouth when he wanted to say something. Although there are many people who support them, there are others who are neutral. These people don’t care who is the witch, they care about whether they can succeed in asking for rain.

However, before long, as He Chao said, the lighter color of the fire with lower temperature began to return to its original state.

People who are looking forward to the success of the rain show disappointment in their eyes.

Yang Sui, who is begging for rain, can feel that even if he can’t see the change of the fire, his heart has been cold for the most part. Even if I had been mentally prepared, I was still extremely disappointed at this time.

It’s like after a hysterical yelling, I found that the person who wanted to wake up just yawned slowly and went back to sleep.

Not reconciled, but useless.

The dance of begging for rain is almost over.

After the fire became lighter, it returned to its original fire color.

A beam of joy flashed in the eyes of the river tide standing below, looking at the large bundles of wood piled not far from the firepit, his hands were shaking with excitement, and he wanted to laugh wildly. Now, he only hopes the rain-seeking ceremony on the high platform. Hurry up, as long as it is over, he can let people set up a fire on the high platform!

At this moment, at the border of the Yu tribe, Shao Xuan, who was staying in the wooden house, was observing a new pattern appearing in the egg-shaped “shell” in his mind.

Shao Xuan has seen the new pattern here. Outside the wooden house where they lived, there was a totem carved like this.

This is the totem of the Rain Tribe!

Just like the totem of the Enemy Tribe, it is far not as big as the totem of the Yanjiao Tribe, and it only appears on the side, near the “egg shell”.