The deaf mother-in-law grabbed cinnabar, white juice, and blue vitriol, and applied the same paint to Hua Jiunan and Chen Daji.
Then his eyes were closed tightly, and desolate, simple syllables came out of his mouth.
The voice sounded like telling and singing.
It feels mysterious and distant.
After a while, layers of fog enveloped Mayi Mountain;
The dark wind roared again, and all kinds of scolding and roaring sounds were heard.
The deaf mother-in-law paused her crutches and shouted: "Blood sacrifice wine!"
Hua Jiu Nan was about to take action, but Chen Daji took the lead.
This guy "has never eaten pork, but he has also seen pigs run away." He knows that in this situation, you can't hit your nose, and you have to cut your wrists and bleed.
He quickly took out the horn-sharp knife that Hua Jiunan gave him and slashed his wrist.
The blood that was spurted out was not wasted at all, and was collected into the wine jar by Chen Daji.
Then, regardless of the pain, he poured out three bowls of blood wine.
The deaf mother-in-law's voice was more solemn and solemn.
"If you respect God, God will give you all things to nourish you!"
"Two respects for the land, the land contains good morals and educates people!"
"Three respects for the ancestors, the merits of the ancestors are boundless!"
Following the deaf mother-in-law's voice, Hua Jiunan picked up the first bowl of wine, raised it above his head and bowed respectfully three times.
Then it was sprayed high into the sky with great force.
The strong wind gathered, and the blood wine seemed to be swallowed in one gulp, without even a drop falling.
Hua Jiunan then picked up the second bowl of wine and raised it above his head again to bow three times.
Then sprinkle it on the altar.
Blood wine is like water splashed on the desert, seeping into the ground in the blink of an eye, leaving no trace behind.
When it came to the third glass of blood wine, Hua Jiunan just bowed three times in a row without raising the glass.
The sound coming from the deaf mother-in-law's mouth became louder and louder, and it was like thunder in the sky.
Grandma Mai slowly flew up and floated in the southeast corner of the altar.
His face was full of solemnity.
"Sacrifice three animals!"
When Chen Daji heard this, he did not hesitate and stabbed the hearts of cattle, sheep, and pigs with a knife.
Although the three animals were in severe pain, they could not make a sound.
The blood they shed formed a dense row of ancient and mysterious symbols on the altar.
The symbols glowed with strange blood, as if they were jumping or dancing.
The faces of the five great immortals were solemn, their eyes fixed on the flashing symbols.
Like that, I wish I could keep it all in my heart.
Hu Qingshan reminded Hu Feier seriously.
"Granddaughter, you must watch carefully and remember as much as you can! The master is compassionate and does not let us avoid it!"
"This is a huge opportunity for us heterogeneous cultivators!!!"
As the deaf mother-in-law's chanting became more and more urgent, lightning and thunder began to occur around the altar.
Grandma Mai shouted loudly.
"The ritual music begins!"
"Woo! Woo! Woo!"
Four pairs of paper men and horses blew the desolate horns.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!", "Dang! Dang! Dang!", the muscles of the two yellow scarf warriors bulged, and the bells and drums sounded in unison.
The deaf mother-in-law threw Zhao Fei's bloody clothes on the altar, and the strange syllables in her mouth became more and more rapid.
Grandma Mai knelt respectfully on the altar and shouted loudly.
"There are traitors who want to harm the innocent descendants of the Hua, Chen, and Zhao families. I ask all my ancestors to bring justice to them!"
As soon as Grandma Mai finished speaking, the third glass of blood wine suddenly disappeared, as if it was drank down by an invisible person.
Then, the thick fog condensed into a bloody giant eagle.
The giant eagle chirped, circled around the altar, and then disappeared with a flutter of its wings.
Hu Feier felt a chill in her heart just after being glanced at by the giant eagle.
"Grandpa, what kind of existence is that...that...that immortal just now..."
Hu Qingshan first clasped his fists and saluted in the direction of the giant eagle, and then opened his mouth to answer his granddaughter's question.
"The ancient human totem, the blood eagle!"
"It seems that the blood in the deaf girl's body is inherited from the ancient branch of the Dongyi tribe!"
Note: Regarding "ancient times", "totem" and "Dongyi people", readers can check "Ancient Chinese Mythology" by Mr. Yuan Ke.
I’m afraid I’ll be criticized again if I explain too much.
Don't look at what those stinking public figures say, it's all bullshit!
I’ll update one chapter first, and finish the rest later!