Bayan blinked again, a honest man gave people a bit cunning at this time.

"Besides, I am not alone, and the clan elders all support me!"

This was almost blatant, but Fang Ming heard it, but smiled bitterly. It seemed that the power struggle was the same everywhere.

If you do this, even if you are Shanyue, it will be the same.

But this is good for him. "Huhe" shook his body and lowered his voice, almost like a mosquito, "Good brother, what you said is true?"

"Then there is still a falsehood. If I, Bayan, lie, I will lose my strength and die on the desolate ground, and my body will be eaten by crows!"

As Bayan said, he also made a vicious oath in Shanyue.

Because crows eat carrion, they are regarded as messengers of the god of death among the Shanyue tribes. Legend has it that people who are eaten by it, even their souls, will fall into the Nine Nether Abyss, which is indescribable.

Bayan made this vow, which was extremely serious.

"Bayan! My brother, I believe in you! After all, we made vows to the blue sky and the earth!" Huhe Dashi was moved and whispered.

I looked around again. They had a very small voice before, and Huhe and Bayan were used to playing together again, so they didn't attract much attention.

"Bayan! Tonight, you will go to the place where I teach you skills and learn three cuckoos. I will come out. Then, you will tell me well."

Huhe approached Bayan and whispered in his ear.

"Okay! I understand!" Bayan agreed in a deep voice.

There is a pile of gunpowder in this Tiangong part! Why not. Let me add the last bit of Mars to it! Fang Ming sneered in his heart.

The next two days were peaceful, and in a blink of an eye, it was time for monthly sacrifices.

The sacrifice time of the Shanyue tribe is chosen at the fifteenth day of each month, when the moon is the fullest.

This sacrifice totem can drive away evil spirits and is the guarantee for the long-lasting survival of the tribe. The entire Tiangong Division attaches great importance to the entire camp. It has been taking action since the morning.

According to the custom of Shanyue, today is a "public rest", and warriors, women, elderly people, and children do not have to work.

The entire Shanyue tribe members gathered in the big square in the middle of the camp and held a grand banquet.

Everyone sat on the ground, with blankets in front of them, and filled with all kinds of fine wine and food. Usually, only the patriarch, the high priest, and Beirut could enjoy these. But today, every tribe can eat as much as possible.

"This is consumed. What should I do during the winter?" Fang Ming was a little puzzled about this, but no one could answer.

At this time, in the middle of the venue, there were enthusiastic and beautiful Shanyue girls singing and dancing, and beside them, there were young Shanyue holding various homemade musical instruments to accompany them.

Fang Ming has been traveling through time and has seen various singing and dancing. He has also specially established a music class to enjoy it. At this time, he has no idea what is there. But the mountain dance is better than simple and natural, and it has a unique flavor.

The girl from Shanyue sweats her best on the stage. Sometimes she comes from wherever she is, she will come down and invites the warriors to dance with her.

This is also a kind of social interaction. If the two parties see each other correctly, they will exchange tokens for each other as proof that they can stay together that night.

Before Huhe, he was a middle-level warrior. The Patriarch spoke again, wanting to promote him to Barut. In addition, Huhe is not bad in appearance, with a knife and axe cut, and he is quite masculine. He has won the favor of many girls and frequently comes forward to dance.

But he was not determined to be here, he just smiled and refused.

I picked up the fruit on the carpet, took a bite, and admired the dance of the boys and girls. Time passed without realizing it.

It was dark and a huge bonfire had already been lit in the middle of the venue, with flames several feet high, illuminating the entire venue, like daylight.

The atmosphere of the whole banquet was also at its strongest moment!

Amid the cheers of the crowd, two figures walked side by side to the front. One was middle-aged, the other was an old man, short. They were the Patriarch of the Heavenly Bow and the High Priest!

"My people! Let us cheer together and receive blessings from the giant tree totem!" the Patriarch said loudly.

"Giant tree! Giant tree!" Shanyue shouted hysterically, in a state of crazy.

Amid this shouting, the high priest raised his dry arms. He was not very good-looking, but with one hand, the entire venue was quiet and quiet, in sharp contrast to the hustle and bustle before.

"The great giant tree totem is the guardian of our heavenly bow and the humble people. I invite you to come and enjoy the sacrifice..."

The high priest took off the unknown skeleton-shaped necklace worn around his neck and prayed loudly.

He sent another order, "Bring the sacrifice!"

Suddenly, the crowd scattered a passage, and a group of mountain warriors pressed over the prisoners and walked into the venue.

Most of these prisoners were the people of Daqian. They were naked at this time and were stripped naked, like big white pigs.

Fang Ming saw a rough look that there were hundreds of people.

He had seen evil ghosts before, and he also had some knowledge of ghosts.

Generally speaking, a young man’s popularity can be used to provide a vicious ghost, which will take one month to spend. After that, it will be supplemented.

Here, since there are hundreds of sacrifices required every month, there should be about hundreds of evil spirits gathered.

After all, evil ghosts and evil ghosts not only need to maintain their popularity, but also need to absorb the essence of living people and provide them with cultivation. This number will be in the sea. In short, the more, the better.

These people were tied up and their mouths were sealed, making a sound, thinking that they were begging for mercy desperately.

Some people have heard of Shanyue's blood sacrifice. At this time, they were so scared that they were limp and almost fainted. They had to rely on the warriors to carry them forward.

At this time, the high priest came to the high platform and spread a flag. The flag was very old, slightly yellowed, with black base, and a big tree painted on it, with dense branches and leaves and a faint green color.

This is the giant tree totem of the Tiangong Tribe. It is indeed very simple. Fang Ming thought to himself that from this totem, he did not feel any strange fluctuations. It seems that it is a scam. What is really important is the necklace on the neck of the high priest!

But the surrounding mountains and rivers obviously did not see this way. They knelt down at the flags and prayed in unison.

Fang Ming cursed secretly, and then knelt down, pretending to worship devoutly.

As everyone worshiped, especially the Patriarch had to salute to the totem, this feeling obviously made the high priest intoxicated. There was a little more flush on his face, and he shouted loudly: "Send the sacrifice to the altar!"

At this time, the Tiangong Tribe, the altar that had been closely guarding before, finally appeared in front of Fang Ming.

Although he had seen it in Huhe's memory before, he still wanted to laugh and shouted "Careful Dad" a few times!

With a serious face, he rolled up the curtains around the altar and took them away.

The entire altar is presented to the entire Tiangong Mountain Yue people.

It can be seen that the so-called "altar" is just a deep pit, about several feet deep, with a dark bottom and a little dark red.

There was a faint resentment rising. Fang Ming frowned.

At this time, the Shanyue warriors who were escorting the captives pushed the white-skinned pig into the pit, causing a burst of screams.

This altar pit was dug very much and accommodated hundreds of people, which was more than enough.

After all the prisoners were buried in a deep pit, the high priest ordered: "The sacrifice begins!"

At this time, all the mountain climbed forward, holding the soil in their hands, throwing it into the pit, and actually wanted to bury these prisoners!

The prisoners below naturally struggled hard, but their hands and feet were tied up and they were unable to move, so they could not even stand up. Even if someone came out by chance, they were quickly kicked down by the warriors waiting by the side.

As the soil accumulated more and more, the eyes of the prisoners below became more and more desperate, and finally they were even numb and buried by the loess.

"It should be here!" Fang Ming carefully observed the surroundings and muttered to himself.

The soil is soft and these prisoners can live for a while, but after this period, they are really suffocated to death and have no popularity to use.

Sure enough, at this moment, a change occurred in the sky!

Fang Ming opened his divine eyes and saw a scene: the group of evil souls were like black clouds, almost covering up the moonlight in the sky.

"Hundreds of ghosts walk at night!" Fang Ming murmured to himself.

Among these evil souls, the first-level evil ghosts account for the majority, and there are also a few evil ghosts, with black and red aura on the top. The leader is a thin man, dressed in Shanyue, with golden, red and black luck on the top, and it is unstable. It is also supported by the other evil ghosts and ghosts, and it has a vague appearance! It is very intimidating!

"This force is not small anymore. Even under the Ghost King, he is also a general!" Fang Ming said in comparison.

At this time, he possessed Huhe, his divine power was hidden deep, and he did not even notice the evil ghost leader.

"The giant tree totem is coming!" As the ghosts arrived, the necklace in the high priest's hand emitted a glimmer of light. When the high priest saw it, he screamed in surprise and took the lead in bowing to the deep pit of the altar.

The people of Shanyue also bowed together and prayed in unison.

The evil ghost leader seemed to be silent. With a wave of his hand, all the ghosts below rushed into the huge pit, sucking popularity!

The cry of the prisoners below was almost unheard of, but the mountain praying above all felt a chill in his heart. He quickly lowered his head and prayed even more devoutly.

"Yes! No matter how much these evil ghosts claim to be guarding the totem, they are also first-class ghosts. The mummy left behind after sucking popularity is a proof!"

"Although Shanyue is quite stupid, she is not a fool. If she saw the corpse, if she had a comparison, she would probably not be so easy to fool."

"But this method of burying alive is a great good thing. Not only can it be separated by the soil layer, it can weaken the call and keep the mystery. It can also hide traces and prevent leakage. These evil spirits are all empty bodies, and the mere soil layer will naturally be free from hindrance. Moreover, which mountain mountain dares to be so bold and dig the altar to check it out? Therefore, it can continue to this day!"

Fang Ming saw the trick.

"As for that necklace, the yin energy is very strong, it seems to be a connection between the high priest and the evil ghost."
Chapter completed!