Mu Yong next to him seemed to notice that Fang Luoya could not hold on and whispered: "Grudge his teeth and hold on, you can't stop..."

"In previous years, there were a few or a dozen people playing drums together, so it was not that hard. But they were only fourteen years old, and you... are so much older than them. If you can't even stick to this, you will be a joke for the entire tribe!"

Listening to Mu Yong's words that confirmed his thoughts, Fang Luoya took a deep breath again, gave his all, suppressed the weakness and soreness of his arms, and gritted his teeth and continued to beat the drum.

Although I don't know when this drum will be played, I seem to be able to hold on...

Gradually, the sweat on Fang Luoya's forehead gradually became stronger and stronger, and the sweat flowed down his face and back like a stream.

Later, Fang Luoya felt that his arms were dead, completely numb, leaving only mechanical movements to continue beating the drum.

Fang Luoya's heart began to show a trace of despair. If this continues, I am afraid that he will be able to hold on for a minute or two at most, and he will be completely unable to hold on.

As time passed by minute by minute, Fang Luoya's eyes began to turn black, and it seemed that it was time to completely unable to hold on;

At this moment, Fang Luoya suddenly felt that the place where his left chest was beating violently suddenly heated up, as if something suddenly woke up, and then a trace of heat that seemed to be invisible began to overflow, and then slowly extended towards his arms.

And this slight lack of heat quickly relieved the numbness of the arms, and even made his arms feel full of strength again. When he waved the drumsticks, it seemed as if it was the first to start, and there was no such a sore and numb feeling anymore.

"What's going on?" Fang Luoya looked down at his chest, but did not notice anything abnormal. He just felt that as the heat overflowed, the thing seemed to have become silent again, and his beating heart gradually returned to its normal rhythm.

If he was not wearing clothes at this time, he could see the color of the flame-shaped mark on his chest, and it suddenly turned red, and the color was slowly declining...

As time went by, the young men next to them began to show their eyes of surprise...

The horse-faced boy said in horror: "How is it possible? It's almost a quarter of an hour..."

"Yes...why? This waste can last for so long? Did you cheat?" A boy with slightly yellow hair next to him was also surprised.

"How do you cheat this? Idiot..."

"Hu..." Just as Fang Luoya felt his hands gradually start to feel sore again, Mu Yong, who was beside him, finally spoke out: "Okay, stop, the witch is here!"

The witch had already walked out of the hut at this time, and as the drums stopped, the crowd around him gradually stopped clapping his hands;

I saw that Wu was disguised with his hair, two deer antlers inserted on his head, naked on his upper body, and holding the small wooden bowl that was just fiddling with something;

"Push up the sacrifice prepared by Mu Yong..."

Walking to the fire, Wu looked around at the tight crowd around him, then looked up at the round moon above his head, and shouted in a deep voice.

With the witch's shout, heavy footsteps soon came from outside the Tuping.

I saw eight tall men walking into the field with four pillars in big strides.

Fang Luoya was surprised when he saw it, because the four pillars were hanging their limbs upside down, and four huge beasts were tied up;

They were actually a white tiger with a long and trunk length, a huge black bear weighing about a thousand pounds, a black panther with black eyes with fierce eyes, and finally a fox with red fur...

Looking at these four obviously extraordinary beasts, Fang Luoya couldn't help but turn his head in horror and glance at Mu Yong next to him;

As if he felt Fang Luoya's gaze, Mu Yong grinned and patted Fang Luoya on the shoulder, saying, "Aya... don't look at me, I can't get these four guys together in two days; but most people in the tribe owe Yun Ling some love... Everyone went out together, set up dozens of traps before getting these four..."

Looking at Mu Yong's indifferent appearance, Fang Luoya took a breath. Although Mu Yong seemed to be relaxed, he knew very well that he wanted the entire tribe to go out just to find a few such beasts. This favor is quite good!

Fang Luoya didn't say much, just nodded gently.

Eight strong men lifted the four beasts to the witch. The witch nodded gently, then slowly pulled out a gray-white sharp knife made of unknown things from her waist, raised it gently to the sky, and then began to slowly circle around the four beasts.

At the same time, a mysterious and distant strange song began to sing...

Fang Luoya didn't understand this song very well, but listening to the remote tone, his whole thoughts were obviously affected by the song, and began to sway gently along with the tone of the song.

The many witches around the fire were generally swaying their bodies to the witch's songs.

The witch, who was circling around the four wild beasts, was also getting faster and faster at this time, and the tone of the song in her mouth became more and more urgent and higher...

The witches next to them seemed to have been affected, and their bodies swayed faster and faster, and even began to shout in the tone of the witch.

The beasts hanging upside down on the pillar seemed to be aroused by these shouts and began to hiss and roar and struggle.

In an instant, these tiger roars and bears were heard throughout the village along with shouts and songs...

Not long after, the witch's footsteps began to fill up slowly, and the song began to slowly turn slowly. It was not until after singing this song that he stood in front of the four beasts again;

Fang Luoya gradually returned to Qingming at this time. But when he remembered what he had just happened, he felt a sense of horror in his heart. What kind of song was this witch singing? He and so many people unknowingly fell into the sound of his songs.

After singing the song, the witch seemed to have entered the next part of the ceremony. She waved the gray-white sharp knife in her hand with one hand, and held the wooden bowl in her hand. She danced with her hands and started dancing strange and extremely rhythmic dances before the four beasts.

As the witch moved, the beasts who were struggling with hissings and roars began to slowly silence again as if they were hypnotized.

Wu didn't dance for long this time, and then suddenly stopped. The off-white sharp knife in his hand gently stroked his left thumb holding the wooden bowl;

As the white sharp knife passed through the witch's thumb, a trace of blood was instantly stained with the blade.

The witch held up the sharp knife in her hand and pointed it gently at the sky. After muttering a few words, Fang Luoya faintly felt that the gray-white sharp knife seemed to have begun to be stained with a subtle layer of light under the moonlight.

As if he had completed some ritual, the witch held up the sharp knife in his hand and walked towards the four beasts. Suddenly, he stabbed it into the tiger's chest and pulled it out neatly;

The wooden bowl on the left hand reached before the tiger's chest, and after receiving some spurted blood, he walked towards the next black bear;

In this way, he took four kinds of blood from the chests of the four beasts, and then turned to look at the bright moon above the head. The white sharp knife in his hand gently stirred the wooden bowl. At the same time, he picked out some blood from the tip of the knife and sprinkled it on the fire in front of him, muttering words.

"Now, I will sacrifice the blood of the four spirits of tiger, bear, leopard, and fox to our ancestors. May the ancestors and ancestors bless our clan forever and continue the bloodline of our witch clan..."

With these words of the witch and the spread of blood, some strange whimpering sounds began to rise around the entire earth, and tiny winds rolled onto the ground, causing the flames of the fire to sway around in waves.

Fang Luoya looked at the four obviously dead beasts with a look of surprise and wonder, and she really couldn't understand it. Although the witch should have stabbed these beasts in the heart with one knife every time, why did these beasts not react at all;

No roar, no struggle...

However, at this time, there seemed to be no time to puzzle him; Mu Yong, who was standing next to him, suddenly pushed him gently.

Fang Luoya woke up and saw that the witch standing next to the fire was nodding to him, as if calling him over.

Not daring to be negligent at the moment, he took a deep breath and suppressed the tension in his heart. Fang Luoya strode towards the witch, and then stood in front of him at the witch's instructions.

Wu took a breath gently. At some point, the gray-white sharp knife in his hand disappeared, but he stretched out his two fingers of his right hand and gently dipped the blood in the wooden bowl. Then he tapped on Fang Luoya's eyebrows, marking a special symbol between his eyebrows.

Immediately afterwards, he stained the blood in the wooden bowl and continued to draw symbols one after another on Fang Luoya's cheek.

After the drawing, he threw the wooden bowl in his hand, held his right wrist with his left hand, and at the same time, he still used his two middle fingers to make sword fingers, pointing to Fang Luoya's eyebrows, and shouted in a deep voice: "The sky of heaven, the Xuanming Cunning Method, I respectfully invite my ancestors of the witch clan to enlighten the witch power of the bloodline of Dil! Duh!"

After saying that, he suddenly raised his right foot and stomped his feet.

With the witch's stomp, Fang Luoya was shocked and felt a sudden sound of wind around him. The wind balls that had been rotating gently in the earthen floor suddenly condensed rapidly around him, and then quickly condensed together into a strange wind that enveloped him, spinning rapidly around him.
Chapter completed!