Chapter 57 (1/2)

As they were talking, the sound of the horn floated from the sky. When the people of the Nuoyi people heard the sound again, they knelt on the ground and touched the ground with their foreheads.

Seeing people like this, Zhang Xingyun also quickly pulled Ling Xiaoya down. Although she did not kneel down, she was not too abrupt.

”What are they doing?” Ling Xiaoya looks curious.

”I don't know, but it's either worshipping God or praying. Anyway, it's pointing to something like that.” Generally, there are gods in such a clan. Although in the eyes of urban people, they seem ignorant, but they don't think so.

When the bugle went down, the clansmen stood up one after another, but their faces were not so relaxed, with a trace of seriousness.

”Uncle, what's the matter with the horn?” Zhang Xingyun stands up with Ling Xiaoya.

”It's the sacrificial rites who are calling us. There should be something to convey to us.”

People in the family are walking to the altar. Zhang Xingyun looks at Ling Xiaoya, ”shall we go and have a look?”

Ling Xiaoya nodded. Although she didn't believe in gods, she was very interested in the sacrifice in the village.

They came to the altar and stood at the back of the crowd. On the altar stood a man in a white robe, wearing a mask with three manes, a walking stick in his left hand, and a fist sized skeleton on the top, but it seemed that the eyes of the skeleton were shining.

All the people of the clan looked at the sacrifice, or the skeleton in his hand.

Sacrifice is the only man in the whole family who can contact the gods. If the gods give any instructions, they will be conveyed to them through sacrifice. In the clan, the status of sacrifice is no different from that of the clan leader.

The sacrificial rites on the stage opened their eyes when the light was shining. ”Yesterday I prayed to the gods for the peace of our people. The gods told me that we were mixed with unclean souls. Her appearance made us have many problems. The gods promised to show up here, find out the unclean souls for us, and return our peace and happiness.”

After the ceremony, the Nuoyi people all hold their hands on their chest and wait for the instructions from the gods.

The sacrifice extended his arms on the stage and said, ”great God, please hear our prayers, fulfill our wishes and point out the unclean soul.”

As soon as the voice of the sacrifice fell, a light flashed in the skeleton, sweeping over the people's bodies, and the sacrificial eyes moved with the light, but he stayed on Ling Xiaoya for a long time.

All of us were in a state of uneasiness, afraid that the eyes of the gods would stay on themselves. At last, the light fell on Toya.

”I knew it was her, or Dava would not have died.”

”That is, there are those who have been ill for a long time, and they must also be because of her.”

“.… ... ”

for a moment, all kinds of voices appeared, and Toya slowly stood out, without any unnecessary expression on her face, as if the object of public rejection was not her at all.

”Why sister Toya?” Ling Xiaoya's face shows the difference, in her view, Toya is clearly just a poor woman.

”Just a scapegoat.” Zhang Xingyun said faintly that he had seen a lot of such things when he was on a mission in Southeast Asia before. He hoped to use the help of gods when he could not solve the problems. In the end, Toya was just a victim.

On the stage, the sacrificial priest looked at the people's comments, and the corners of his mouth under the mask showed a sneer, ”what should we do with this unclean soul?”

”Burning, burning, burning.” Everyone under the stage called out that the best way to purify a person's Soul here is to burn.

”What are they for?” Ling Xiaoya looks at this group of people who have changed their faces. After all, she still likes Toya.