Chapter 238 (1/2)

When talking about the belief of Buddhism, Han Peng felt disgust in his words. It is estimated that he had had a conflict with the people of Buddhism.

Love and hate are her strengths as well as her weaknesses. But everyone has his own character, not to mention her, who can make her change?

I asked with some concern, wife, they summoned the people above, didn't they want to take us as sacrifices?

Han Bai glanced at me and said that he should be selecting talents. In this way, we can just get in touch with the upper civilization.

During the conversation, the eight people who volunteered had reached the top of the altar.

The tribal leaders formed a circle with their families, danced sacrificial dances and sang ancient mantras. What's terrible is that I can't see sadness on their faces, as if it's an honor for their families to be sacrificed.

At the end of the ceremony, the knife and axe hands on the altar fell, and eight heads rolled down.

My heart trembled as I gasped. The blood flowed meandering down and dyed the witch pattern red. At this time, the eight people's families went to pick up their heads, knelt on the ground, took a handful of dead grass from their bodies, lit it and smoked their heads.

At first, I didn't understand what they were doing, but with the fumigation, the head began to shrink, the skin became dry, and the blood evaporated. In two or three minutes, a head as big as a watermelon became a dark and shiny pocket head the size of a palm. Then they took off the pendant around their waist, put a rope through their mouth and trachea, and hung the pocket head on it.

I looked around. Almost everyone had such a small head on their waist. When I saw it yesterday, I thought it was an ornament. Unexpectedly

The sorcery patterns on the altar began to shine after absorbing blood. Twelve shapeless ancestral sorcery statues turned and looked like the altar at the same time. The leader put on a special dress, which was full of bone utensils. Each piece was burned with sorcery patterns. His woman took out a stone box. When she opened it, it was red, white and black. She painted his face seriously, and then put on a ferocious mask.

The whole process seemed sacred to them. They all remained silent for fear of disturbing the gods.

The leader mounted the altar and began to sing in the sorcery. His voice was ethereal and distant. There was an interval of pause. Every time he paused, he would hold his arms high, look up at the sky and give a low roar.

Every time he roared, the light of the altar was brighter, and circles of witch patterns flew to the sky.

Han Peng looked back and received the bronze coffin. She came and went, and the wild people around her didn't see her. There are great differences in aesthetics, but it's good. Otherwise, with her appearance and the primitive customs of the tribe, I have to spend a lot of time to protect her.

After the leader sang for about ten minutes, a golden light appeared in the sky in the distance, like a crack in the sky. Seeing this, the leader hurried to crawl on the altar and dared not lift his head. All the people below fell on the ground and prayed piously. At this time, a woman came out of the golden light. She was very tall, but her skin color was as white as us, And she's wearing a gorgeous skirt.

After she approached, I found that she looked very good. She was a huge beauty two meters tall.

Sensing that she fell, the savages around dared not look up and wanted to bury their faces in the ground. Her eyes swept over me and Han. Maybe she found that we didn't kneel and frowned slightly, but there was no attack.

Han's blood stayed in juxia, but it was very majestic. She probably sensed it. Because the gods worshipped and summoned by savages are nothing more than a rosy realm.

The great beauty glanced at us and said a few words in the language of the witch family.

When she finished, several savage youths with bone collars like mine stood up, but their eyes were so closed that they didn't dare to open them at all.

The great beauty looked at us and said in our language, I don't think they are tribal people. Although they are blood friars, they are not our Witch blood.

Han Hua whispered back to her that my husband has the blood of the witch family.

Han Peng said and stabbed me with his hand. I knew it. I hurried to release the blood gas in my body and light up the meridians at the same time.

The giant girl's head was slightly wrinkled and heard again that his blood was impure.

Impure?

Han Peng sneered and said, take him to let your master see it. He said, what can you see in the Xia realm.

The giant beauty was annoyed by Han's words, but she said coldly that since he had our mark on him, he could naturally go there, but we have regulations that we can't carry family members, so the girl can only stop here.

When the voice fell, the giant beauty took out a silver and shiny bone staff in her hand. She held up the ancient staff and sang in her mouth. A force pulled me up. The other eight savage youth looked complex, nervous and nervous.

I quickly stretched out my hand to pull the Han, but the force was very strong and pulled me to the void very quickly. I hurriedly said, girl, you misunderstood me. I'm really not a witch. My wife is nonsense. I won't go with you.

A strange world, and I don't know where she's taking me. How dare I separate from Han.

But the great beauty said it was too late.

Voice fell, she also coldly glanced at Han, a little revenge for public and private.