"Woooo~~~~!" The crowd in the cave suddenly roared in horror.
At this time, Cuckoo had already chopped off the four deer hooves. The next move made Zhang Heng nod. Cuckoo obviously knew how to cut off the skin, but his move was very rough and it would inevitably tear the corners of the skin.
"Knife!" the old man uttered the syllable.
At this time, Zhang Heng calmed down from the surprise of hearing the witchcraft for the first time, and guessed that the old man was just a little wiser, just like the children in the village are smarter than each generation. This is because culture can open up wisdom, reading is to nourish Qi, and Qi is gathered.
Wisdom is developed accordingly. This should be the case for the elderly. They think and explore more than ordinary primitive people, so they appear wise.
"This knife is for you." Zhang Heng took out a butcher's knife and handed it over.
Sure enough, the old man happily took it and led him to sit on the grass bunk with some excitement. However, the old man walked towards the deer with a knife and uttered a few syllables. Cuckoo stepped aside, but his eyes were fixed on the deer.
Above the old man's movements.
Not only that, everyone in the cave was watching the old man's movements, including the bearded man and a few others. This surprised Zhang Heng. What was going on?
"Ahjielu, ahjielu~~~ahjie oh~~~ahjielu oh~~~ Come out, I'm scaring you, go, oh drink oh drink oh~~~~" The cave suddenly echoed
Playing a strange tune, everyone squatted down, slapped their thighs rhythmically with their hands, and uttered syllables in their mouths...
Zhang Heng suddenly had the illusion that he was listening to his grandfather reciting Buddhist scriptures. Starting from the age of sixty, his grandfather would beat wooden fish and chant Buddhist scriptures every three or four o'clock in the middle of the night for decades. This kind of Buddhist sound also accompanied Zhang Heng a lot.
years, until my grandfather passed away.
"Is this a hymn for sacrifice by primitive people?" Zhang Heng murmured, but what should be sacrificed now?
When he came back to his senses, he saw that the old man had actually shaved off a thigh bone with a knife, and the muscles on it had been shaved clean. "King, the sun!" the old man said in syllables.
Then, with Zhang Heng's even more puzzled eyes, he put the thigh bone into the fire. The tune in the cave continued, and even the children who couldn't walk were also whining. Seeing that the children of the Spring tribe here couldn't
As they walked, Zhang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was not an isolated phenomenon.
"Witch, what are you doing?" Zhang Heng tried his best to sound inquiring. The TV said that although animals cannot understand human words, they can judge human emotions through tone and movement. Did he arrive?
I think animals are a curse word, because humans are also advanced animals. This is what junior high school textbooks say.
"Fire, wuwu~~~!" the old man Wu responded.
Zhang Heng shook his head and didn't understand at all. For a moment, he had the idea of becoming a teacher and cultivating a translator in the original space. As for himself, he had already finalized it. It was difficult to even learn English. The original language was probably not available.
Talented learning is successful.
"Ahjie Road, Ahjie Road~~~" The sacrificial melody continued, desolate, simple and mysterious, which attracted Zhang Heng to hum along. Since he didn't understand what the old witch was doing, he saw that Cuckoo did not continue.
After chopping the venison, Zhang Heng simply stood up and melted into the crowd, roaring together. Echoes echoed from the cave, as if the rocks were humming along with them!
In a daze, he discovered that there was something more in the eyes of everyone looking at him. After pondering for a moment, this emotion should be a sense of recognition.
"Ahjieluwu~~~" The old man Wu also blended in...
Zhang Heng roared and jumped, and continued to make a fuss for a long time. He was sweating profusely, and the sound of empty space began to be heard from the hungry boy. If it weren't for the ring on his hand reminding him, he would have had the illusion that he was a primitive man for a moment.
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"King, Sun!" the old man shouted loudly.
The crowd suddenly became quiet and gradually gathered around the fire and sat casually. Zhang Heng was led by Ba to the grass bunk and sat with Wu Tong. This was similar to the situation in the village where one gives up one's seat to a guest.
Without thinking much, I looked at the fire and saw that the big bones burned inside had turned black. At this moment, the bones were burned and broken into two pieces. Suddenly, a skinny palm reached out to the fire and grabbed it suddenly.
A big bone came out.
Zhang Heng watched in astonishment as the old man Wu examined the hot bones, as if he was thinking about something...
"King, good harvest!" The old man suddenly stood up, holding the bone stick high, the syllables seemed to be roaring, but he was full of joy!
"King, good harvest!" Everyone suddenly started howling, including Cuckoo and others.
Zhang Heng hesitated whether he should also roar twice. At this moment, something happened that stunned him. Wu suddenly knelt down to him, lowered his head, and held up the stick bone with both hands, as if to present it to him.
generally.
"King, sun, harvest!"
Before he could react, everyone in the cave followed Wu and knelt down, shouting his name...
"What are you doing? Get up quickly, get up quickly." Zhang Heng was anxious. Although Cugu and others had knelt down to worship him before, the scale now was too large, with more than fifty people, and this one he felt was a bit...
The mysterious old witch!
The environment in which he grew up in the village determines his character. How could Zhang Heng ask an older man to kneel down and bow to him, even if he couldn't salute? He quickly stepped forward to help the old man up, but he didn't. Good guy, I didn't expect that this old man was very strong.
, he couldn't pull it up at all.
"Wang, ah~~~" The old man Wu still buried his head deeply and held the stick bone high.
Zhang Heng seemed to understand the meaning and took the stick bone without hesitation. Fortunately, although it was very hot, he could still get it.
"Ah Jielu~~~" The old man finally stood up, his eyes filled with joy that was too thick to be dissolved.
"King, harvest, Ajielu, king, harvest..." The sacrificial tune continued, but this time there were two more words: his title and harvest. It wasn't really the syllable of harvest, it was just similar. Zhang Heng also understood it this way.
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"Could the calcining of bones just now be a witch's method of divination?" Zhang Heng suddenly thought of a foreign movie he had watched called The Matrix. There was a prophet named Rong Zhi in it. The witch in the cartoon was on the same level as the prophet.
It’s really possible that this is divination!
There is a goddess in the village who performs divination through the shells of scarred black beans. Zhang Heng and his grandmother have seen this many times. Now when comparing it, it is somewhat similar to the current situation.
Calcination of bones, king, harvest! Zhang Heng was shocked to think that the witch might predict what would happen after his arrival through calcining, and the final answer he got was a harvest...
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