This Is My Primitive Tribe Chapter 58

Early the next morning, everyone in the Vine tribe stayed in the tribe, nervously preparing for the sacrifice.

Even the weeds and shrubs around the altar, as well as bamboo, have been removed.

In the bamboo house, Chi Shao followed the old witch to practice sacrificial language and sacrificial rituals for the last time.

"When chanting mantras, be reverent and keep your arms outstretched, like this..."

The old witch gave Chi Shao a demonstration, and chanted a dull and incomprehensible incantation. This kind of incantation has a special charm, which makes people involuntarily excited after listening to it.

After teaching like this several times, the old witch said with satisfaction: "You are very talented and you learn very quickly. It is difficult for people without talent to learn these mantras and prayers."

"Okay, get ready and go to the sacrifice. Remember, when you get to the altar, don't be nervous and be pious."

Chi Shao nodded solemnly, she was very aware of the importance of this sacrifice, and she didn't want to make any mistakes.

This is not only the first sacrifice of the Teng tribe, but also the day when Gan Song and others officially became members of the Teng tribe, and more than a hundred new visitors came to watch the ceremony.

As the main sacrifice, Chi Shao's every move will affect the effect of this sacrifice. Therefore, she is under a lot of pressure.

But Chi Shao did not flinch, nor was she afraid, but resolutely provoked this important task, which was due to her tenacious character.

Chi Shao left the bamboo house, and the old witch sat in the bamboo house and solemnly painted the totem pattern of the Eagle Tribe on his old face.

He paints meticulously. He has done this countless times, but every time he is very serious.

This time, he was also invited by Jiang Xuan to watch the ceremony. He painted the totem pattern well, which was the most basic respect for the rattan tribe.

After painting the totem pattern, the old witch tidyed up the animal skin coat, hung up bone ornaments, put on a feather crown, and walked to the altar of the rattan tribe.

Not far away, the tourists who had spent the night outside the Veng tribe gathered together and looked at the busy figure of the Veng tribe anxiously.

After a morning's observation, they found that the Vine tribe was smaller than they thought, with only a dozen or so clan members, and it was almost inferior to a small tribe.

"Are we really going to stay here?"

"There are so few people in this tribe. Do they really have so much food for winter?"

"But that big bird is so scary."

Tourists are talking a lot, all worrying about their future fate.

Nepeta sat on a stone holding a weapon similar to a mace, with a solemn expression on her face and a bit of melancholy in her eyes.

This "mace" is actually made of a tree with spikes all over its body.

This tree is very hard and has a certain degree of toughness. Tribes are used to grinding off all the spikes on it to make weapons such as spears.

But Nepeta came up with a whim and kept the spikes at one end and turned it into a mace. It was very easy to use and had a strong lethality.

Jing Ji kept thinking about the two choices Jiang Xuan gave him, but in fact neither of them was a good choice.

The first choice is that Nepeta joins the Vine tribe with twenty-nine people, then there is a high probability that the others will freeze to death or starve to death this winter.

The second option is to stay in the Veng tribe and use the rations of 30 people, plus the method Jiang Xuan said to get food in winter, and boil it until the ice and snow melt.

If Jing Ji is a very heartless and selfish person, in fact, he doesn't have to hesitate and choose the first one.

Unfortunately, he is not. On the contrary, he is a more responsible person, and he hopes to live with all the tourists.

Because it is not heartless, it is painful, so it is difficult to make a choice.

"Oh, let's take a look."

Nepeta looked at the mysterious ancient vine behind the vine tribe, hoping for a miracle to happen.

At noon, when the sun rose to the highest point, the sacrificial ceremony of the Vine tribe finally began.

On the altar, the three large cauldrons have been filled with various wild fruits and grains, which look quite spectacular.

The sacrifices of the ground beasts, giant soft-shelled turtles, big-horned sheep, colorful pheasants, colorful ducks, and big bamboo rats were all smeared with stone knives on their necks, and then placed neatly on the altar, allowing the blood to flow and infiltrate the totem patterns.

The eight totem poles surrounding the altar were also smeared with animal blood, adding a mysterious flavor.

Even the old witch was surprised to see so many sacrifices, which already exceeded the scale of sacrifices of many small tribes.

The three large pottery cauldrons filled with food made the old witch even more shocked. This was a sacrificial method he had never seen before in other tribes, or even in the records of the Eagle tribe.

The old witch sighed, "Just looking at their sacrificial ceremonies, who would dare to say that this is a small tribe?"

All the people of the Teng tribe had taken a bath, put on the best animal skins, and the best accessories such as animal teeth and horns, and stood in front of the altar with a solemn expression and excited mood.

As the person invited to watch the ceremony, the old witch stood in the front position on the left, while the more than 100 tourists stood in the back, nervously waiting for the sacrifice of the Vine tribe.

Jiang Xuan glanced at the position of the sun, and then shouted loudly, "The autumn ritual ceremony, start now!"

Everyone's mood became tense, and even those tourists didn't dare to talk to each other anymore, and they all stared at the altar.

Chishao took a deep breath, then took off her animal leather boots and walked down the steps with bare feet, step by step to the altar that was more than three meters high.

Facing Shishan Guteng, she slowly opened her arms, and began to sing according to the mantra taught by the old witch.

The mysterious God-pleaser, the meaning of the word is dry and difficult to understand, but it is very rhythmic, just like an ancient song, the ups and downs of the tones make people unconsciously aroused their emotions~www.mtlnovel.com~ With the singing of Chishao , a scene that shocked all the tourists and the old witch appeared.

On the top of the tall rocky mountain, the divine vines, entrenched like giant dragons, radiated a dazzling green light.

It is clearly late autumn, but the branches and leaves of the vines are as green as jade, showing vigor.

Just lying on the ancient vine, the giant dragonfly that was dying with the cold weather seemed to have been injected with new life force, and flew lightly around the stone mountain.

Countless roots broke out from the ground, wrapped around the altar, and finally wrapped the three cauldrons and all the sacrifices on the altar, and the blood on the altar was quickly absorbed by the roots.

Even the eight totem poles were all wrapped by the roots of the divine vine, and the animal blood smeared on them was not wasted at all.

After Chishao finished reciting the divine spell, she bowed down and waited for the divine vine to enjoy the offering. Those roots were entwined around her, but none of them touched her. It was very miraculous.

"sky……"

Among the tourists, someone was about to exclaim when someone next to him covered his mouth, lest he collided with the patron saint of the Vine tribe and brought disaster to them.

Even Nepeta was shocked, because in their original tribe, totem gods had long since become a legend. Except for some things that were said to be **** bones, no one had ever seen a living totem **** at all.

But now, he saw the living totem **** in the Veng tribe with his own eyes. This shock is indescribable.

Almost in an instant, he decided to take everyone to stay in the Vine Tribe, and the two choices that had troubled him for a long time were gone.

What is a small tribe? What are fewer people? It is more important than anything to be guarded by a living totem god!

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