The altar is three meters high, and she sits in the middle, with the tower god in front of her, but there is no righteousness at all.

"Why do I feel... this person is so evil?"

In the chaotic secluded realm, Dingmiao frowned and looked at Ling Luoyu thoughtfully.

"Why is she related to the Tower God?" Ling Luoyu thought of the key point: "Didn't this Tower God be the shrine of your Miao family? What does this fisherman go up and sit... what does it mean?"

At this time, the fisherman's hair was spreading, wearing a red dress, but she was wearing a small goatee.

No matter how you look weird, how it looks weird.

Dingmiao shook his head: "Anyway, I don't like this person. He is too evil and has no righteousness..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned to the people next to the altar:

The few people stood side by side and stood in line on one side of the altar.

The leader is an old man with a navy blue robe and white hair. His eyes are bright and wanton, but he also has a cunning and plotting Yin Jie.

Beside him, five men were standing according to their age.

The youngest one is about the same age as theirs, probably about twenty years old.

Unlike several other people, the young one turned his eyes and looked wandering, as if he was completely disdainful of the sacrifice to the tower god.

The man beside him poked him, then he withdrew his gaze, stood up in disappointment, and looked at the old fish impatiently.

At this time, the old fish was holding an incense and candle in his hand and was dancing a prayer dance.

No, this old man looks dirty and vulgar, but when he dances, he is also very stern and has a bit of softness and toughness.

Ling Luoyu thought of something and aimed at Ding Temple: "Have you seen such a dance?"

"No," Dingmiao responded with a sound, and then he understood and seemed to meet her gaze: "Miss Ling, what do you mean? You are not asking me if I can dance like this, right?"

"Absolutely... because I thought this was the sacrificial dance used by your Miao family!"

"...What kind of sacrificial dance does our Miao family use?" Dingmiao was speechless.

"The God of Tower is from your family. He dances like this... I will naturally think of whether it was passed down from your family!"

"Our Miao family only has a shrine and no tower god, and I don't know what this thing is going on!" Ding Temple's expression was wrong.

It seems that the Miao family is also like a charlatan who is a great god.

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "I ask you, are you curious about the fishing woman? Why did she run to such a place to sit down like a Bodhisattva?"

"...I really don't know that, but it's probably just a kind of ritual, and it shouldn't have any special meaning!"

This kind of thing is just to watch the excitement. Do you really expect those dances to dance and have any effect?

Ling Luoyu's eyes were faint and cold: "Maybe, it's not as simple as the ceremony!"

"It's not a ceremony, what else can it be?" Dingmiao looked at the fishing lady for no reason.

"I don't know, I can't say it, it's just a feeling!"

Ling Luoyu is just an intuition!

It is not just a sense of ritual that the fishing woman sits in such an occasion.

But she couldn't say what it meant.

"Maybe...I'm really thinking too much!"

Outside, the old fish's great master jump has ended.

He walked to the altar, inserted the burning incense candle into the incense cauldron, and kowtowed three times again.

"The ceremony is over!"

The old man in charge of the mountain opened the mountain voice hoarsely and dragged the tail toward the old fish.
Chapter completed!