Fortunately, Wushuang and Lan Caidian were unable to squeeze in if they were a fierce man like Lu Haotian and Yun Qiang. Maybe this is why the Yeguna people could completely wipe out the Japanese army back then. It is definitely not a fool to be a man who is a man who is in danger of being a pass.

After walking along this stream for about two kilometers, the view ahead gradually became wider and there were no longer pieces of barren mountain forest land. This is a large village, and the buildings in the villages are very simple. Some of them are blue bricks and green tiles like ruins of the previous dynasty, while others are simply made of ordinary mud and grass.

Although it was midnight and the outside world might be sleeping soundly, this mysterious village was very lively. Smoke was emitting from the chimneys of every household, and the villagers were also lively. Sometimes, firecrackers and shouting of adults and children came from each other, which looked very festive.

The entrance of the village is a checkpoint made of thorns and wood, which is specially designed to prevent outsiders from entering. In front of the checkpoint, it is the only necessary way to enter the village. As soon as you walk out of the mountain pass, you will see many pieces of bones scattered on the ground. It can be seen that there are many outsiders who have mistakenly entered the village of Jeguna, but none of them can bring this secret out alive.

If nothing unexpected happens, I believe that in the early morning of tomorrow, there will be another new body here, which is Tang Wei's.

The Yeguna people were very interesting in their clothes, including the green military uniforms that were popular in the 1970s, Zhongshan uniforms from the Republic of China, and some people wore ancient robes. From this perspective, they were not completely closed to the outside world, or they could enter and exit the small village freely, but outsiders could not enter.

Two guards holding fire tubes shouted loudly on the checkpoint, and the old lady was sent to Wushuang to put her off her back and said something simple to the guard. The shamans have a high status among these Northeast minorities, second only to Ezhen or the patriarch. The two guards respectfully welcomed the old lady and set up the old lady and did not forget to give an ancient gift to Wushuang and Lan Caidian.

Today is the big day for the Jeguna people. The annual sacrificial activities for the Holy Spirit are being held. The Jeguna people's beliefs are similar to those of the Manchus and most ethnic minorities in the northeast mountainous areas. They are all shamanistic, but different ethnic groups also have differences in the doctrine of their beliefs. For example, the Jeguna people believe that the ferocious jackals in Changbai Mountain are their ancestors and the holy spirit they respect. The wolf is both cruel and trustworthy, just like the simple Jeguna people.

The intrusion of the two outsiders has undoubtedly become an alien in the eyes of the Yeguna people. There are also some people here who often go out to bring things from outside into the village. However, Wushuang and Blue Color Butterfly are the ones who are at the forefront of fashion. They dress in alternative styles, one is handsome man and the other is beautiful woman, but they have attracted a lot of attention here, and the rate of turning back is absolutely 100%.

At the center of the village is a huge rotten wood, which is full of delicacies sacrificed by the villagers. There is an altar in front of the dead tree. It is not big, but a huge oval rock with smooth white polished on it.

Most people in the village knelt in front of the altar and prayed devoutly, and the god they knelt on was Jaknu. The rotten wood was carved into a ferocious jackal. The jackal sat in front of the altar and looked down at the entire village, with a majestic expression that made people respect it. It was completely different from the beast in the forest.

There are many sacrifices placed on the altar, and the cattle and sheep are alive and will be slaughtered in a while. Of course, Tang Wei, who was tied up and kneeled on the altar, was prepared to slaughter with the cattle and sheep.

At this time, Tang Wei had no arrogance at all. He was like a shrunk eggplant, and his clothes were scratched, covered in mud, and his face was dirty and as if he was a beggar. He knelt on the altar with his head down, and seemed to be muttering something in his mouth, because the distance was too far, Wushuang couldn't hear it clearly.

"My master, is it Tang Wei? He is not dead! Humph! Why didn't he be taken away by the wolf? It would be spared from our troubles! It's all his fault!" Lan Caidie was unforgivable.

"Okay, don't talk. Here we have to follow the rules of the Jeguna people. Let's see how this old shaman helps us negotiate!" Wushuang said to Lan Caidie in a low voice.

"Look, what was he muttering? Are you really crazy?"

"Hmph! It's okay if this guy is crazy, so I won't be afraid and have to be on guard against him along the way!"

The patriarch of the Jeguna people is an old man in his 80s. The old man has a handsome face and looks majestic. The shaman negotiated with her, probably saying that if it weren't for the two children, she would have lost her life in the forest outside the village, but she would definitely not dare to say that Wushuang killed one of Jaknu.

The old patriarch didn't look at the shaman and kept turning around and staring at Wushuang, just like Wushuang's two people with "bad people" written on his face. He was so embarrassed that Wushuang was staring at him.

"After all, it's a barbarian clan, why are you so rude? Look at the wool? Could he be interested in you, right?"

"Shut up, don't be joking on other people's territory. Look at my wink later. If this old patriarch has some evil intentions to us, we can only evacuate safely!"

The old patriarch opened his big hands and meant that you didn't have to talk to him. Then he walked towards Wushuang with a stern face. The altar circle immediately became silent, and no one dared to say anything more. The old patriarch was the supreme authority in the hearts of the people of the Yeguna. He held the power of life and death of the tribe. He was so scared that even the old witch who was rescued by Wushuang did not dare to speak too much and quickly lowered her head and retreated behind the patriarch.

Lan Caidie carried her little hand on her back, holding her folding fan with a sharp front blade in her hand, and pressed her hand on her shoulder to signal her not to act rashly for the time being.

"Young man, what's your name?" The old patriarch approached Wushuang step by step, and his eyes shot irresistible majesty. This is the excessive control of him. He is the master of this place, and he is the emperor.

"Hello, patriarch, my name is Wushuang. This person on the altar is my companion Tang Wei. He may have some problems here. He did not intend to break into your territory. We have no malice. Please let him go." Wushuang politely first and then the soldiers. No matter what the other person has in mind, it will not harm to be polite.

"Wushuang?" Unexpectedly, the old patriarch who lives in the ancient village of Shanlin actually spoke so well in Chinese. He stared at Wushuang straight, and his eyes were not focused on Wushuang's face, but were always looking at the Kuitu talisman hanging around Wushuang's neck.

"You shouldn't have your surname Wu?"
Chapter completed!