Chapter 289 – Praying for Rain 6 (2/2)

It was different from the ordinary raindrops, with a little bright white, under the gloomy sky, it was just like the shining light of the creatures in the deep sea.

PLOP!

The raindrops slammed on the ground, making a soft bang.

Pitter-patter… pitter-patter…

More and more sounds emanated, getting denser.

When one looked up at the sky covered with thick rain clouds, they could see the white bright drops falling straight down, like a sloppy meteor.

It was just some raindrops at first, but very soon, these raindrops were like strings that went straight down.

The dusty ground was softened by the raindrops, and the dry clods became soft and muddy in the falling rain.

Shao Xuan raised his finger and dipped it in a rain-drop, licked it, then decisively took out the kettle that was almost empty, poured out the water inside to collect the rain. Because it was a thin narrow-mouthed bottle gourd, Shao Xuan found a leaf, washed it in the rain, then swirled it into a funnel and inserted it in the gourd-mouth to collect water. In addition to the gourd, there was also a water bag made of animal skin. This area was too dry, it rarely rained, so he had to collect enough water.

The water of the Rain tribe seemed to be extraordinary, maybe the water could help them later.

Seeing Shao Xuan’s behavior, Luo and Tuo followed without asking too many words.

The other people of the traveling team looked at each other and then turned to their tribe elders, who brought them out of the tribe. After the elders nodded, they all took out containers to collect rainwater.

While in the Rain tribe, all people were wild with joy.

In the rain curtain, people ran crazily on the muddy ground, screaming and roaring loudly. Just as what Yang Sui experienced, they didn’t know what to say now, but they just wanted to roar as if they completely lost their minds.

Original translation from wangmamaread.

The rain came down.

Praying for rain really succeed!

“The light drizzle, the mud covers the road.”

For how many years?

Among the dead, many people passed away with the pity that they never saw the described scene in the song during their lives.

While now, in the Rain tribe, all living people witnessed the scene.

How could they not be excited? Why wouldn’t they be overjoyed?

However, for He Chao, his mind was quite different from others’. What others felt was coolness, while what he felt was the piercing cold. A shiver sent down He Chao’s body and he wished to huddle up.

Apparently, Yang Sui turned around the situation and he may attain the height that no Shaman of the Rain tribe had achieved in the past many years. Thinking of his behavior, He Chao felt cold and bitter. The falling raindrops were like a heavy hammer that struck him again and again. It made him feel out of breath, so he gulped for air but was choked by rainwater.

On the altar, Yang Sui felt the rain, stood up, went to the altar edge and looked at the crazy people under it. At the moment, no one shouted “burn them to death” or complained about Yang Sui’s faults, let alone his unproven deception. They only believed in their eyes and the result. It was no doubt the rain was the best evidence. All stains, whether true or false, had been washed away in the rain.

It didn’t matter who first saw Yang Sui on the altar or who knelt down first, but the important thing was that it triggered a rapid chain effect. A large number of people knelt down on the muddy ground and worshipped piously toward the altar above the fire pit. This was a scene that had never happened in at least hundreds of years. Perhaps some Chiefs had been respected like this, but none of the Shaman. Over many years, Yang Sui became the first Shaman to receive such high-level respect.

What? The Chief wanted to replace the Shaman?

Disagreed! Wanted to replace the Shaman? Over our dead bodies!

Just as He Chao thought, in the future, Yang Sui could certainly achieve the height that their ancestors hadn’t achieved.

Behaviors of the people kneeling beneath the altar, including the senior members of the tribe and the new Chief Hang Mang, showed everything.

But looking down from the altar, Yang Sui’s excitement gradually calmed down.