Chapter 287 – Praying For Rain 4 (1/2)

“Stop! Hurry up and stop them!”

Chief Hang Mang shouted and rushed towards there.

Hang Mang was intending to stand by as an onlooker, staying far away from the altar of sacrifice, but when he saw Yang Sui’s party, he bitterly regretted his initial decision.

Rather than to humiliate him, the new Chief, Yang Sui’s behavior was nothing short of offending ancestors and the Gods!

However, thinking it over, it seemed…perhaps…as if the ancestors didn’t appoint such special kinds of people as the shamaness.

But such behavior of Yang Sui was indeed a provocation to their ancestors. In his eyes, it was ominous.

The new Chief Hang Mang called someone to stop them, but Yang Sui and his party had already ascended the steps of the altar for the rain-praying ceremony.

Once setting foot on the altar, it meant the sacrifice to pray for rain had started.

Hang Mang chased after them and got close to the altar. His fist clenched tightly, Hang Mang was so angry that he nearly vomited blood. He suppressed his anger with great effort and stopped short of slashing Yang Sui. If Yang Sui had not stepped on the altar, he would have killed all the people of the group on the spot, and no one in the tribe would doubt it. But the party moved too quickly and he was a little late.

Hang Mang glared at the group of nine people who ascended the altar step by step, his gaze was like that of an envenomed sword. He stepped back, moving farther away from the fire pit in case it got stained with the misfortune. He couldn’t do it now, but as soon as the ceremony was over…Yang Sui, wait and die! I’ll sacrifice your blood to the Gods!

Yang Sui didn’t turn around to look at the reaction of the other Rain people, but judging from their words that were heard from below, his destined for doom. At the moment, he regretted it again that perhaps, he should have given up earlier so as not to make the Rain people enraged like that. What Yang Sui felt most concerned about was his companions – his friends and relatives.

Wlehi thinking, unconsciously, Yang Sui became somewhat hesitant and his pace slowed down.

At that time, Yang Sui heard some words from his back.

Original translation from wangmamaread.

“Since we came this far, there is no turning back. Go ahead!” This was the voice of Yang Sui’s mother.

“We stand with you and we have no intention of turning back.” This was Mi Xu’s mother.

“Don’t worry, we’re with you.” This was Mi Xu.

Yang Sui listened to the footsteps close behind him and then knew the decision of others who didn’t voice it out.

Yang Sui held the oxtail with great force so that the blue veins bulged on the back of his hands. After a short pause, he kept on walking up towards the altar.

Originally, Yang Sui had invited people with a lot of shell coins to play the instrument, but when Yang Sui stepped on the high platform, he found that his father, uncle, and his grandfather with a stoop… were all there.

Noticing a shocked Yang Sui, Yang Sui’s father held the diabolo used to play the rhythm and smiled at Yang Sui.

Since they had been here, they never planned to withdraw.

Perhaps, the people of the tribe would set up firewood under this high platform and ignite it before the end of the ceremony.

Yang Sui stood on the high platform and looked at the people around him, giving them a smile, although the smile looked like a cry.

DONG DONG! BANG BANG BANG…

The rhythmic music sounded.

Holding the oxtail in his hand, Yang Sui looked at the rain stone that was as high as a man. He closed his eyes. There had never been such a moment when he yearned for the rain, even just a few drops.

Although he had always suspected the ancestors and questioned the gods. But at the moment, he really hoped that the ancestors and gods could help him, just for once. He was willing to pay any price.

Respectfully, Yang Sui put the oxtail on the rainstone with both hands and swung his sleeves.