How to become a mermaid

Chapter 303 Sacrificial Ceremony
[The fruit of darkness grows from the ancient abyss, the worm of death will last forever with the heaven and the earth, the one who sleeps forever is not the dead, in the mysterious eternity, even death itself will pass away. 】

【Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!】

"Puff hala... Uh... I can't understand this sentence, how do I read it?" Shamanel rubbed a line of small characters with his fingers, and asked Plank beside him with a confused expression.

These words are the words that Planck just carved on the ice with a knife. Each character is recognized by Shaman Lear individually, but together they form a language that he has never come into contact with before. Totally confused.

Hearing Shamanlael's question, Plank showed a simple and honest smile on his face, and said, "I'm actually not very good at reading... I read it naturally every time I sacrifice."

Before reaching the Arctic Circle, Planck once promised the "Arctic Patron Saint" Brutal that as long as he let the Moni enter the North Pole, he would hold a sacrificial activity to it after returning to the tribe.

Plank is not the kind of seal who doesn't keep his word, and he will do what he says.

Now that he has returned and brought Shaman Lair and the others to the tribe, it's time to fulfill his promise.

In order to carry out the sacrificial activities in the waiting meeting smoothly, Planck has already drank the potion that can cure slurred speech in advance, and now he can communicate with Shaman Lair smoothly.

"Can't you read too?" Hearing that Planck said that he couldn't read the words on the ice cubes, Shamanlale showed a confused expression on his face.

He touched the piece of ice with the engraved words again, and asked Planck: "Could it be that these words were created by Brutal himself? In order to make himself more mysterious, he specially used a independent language to express its own name?”

"Maybe... that's it!"

Plank scratched his head, and said with some uncertainty: "Although I don't know the specific meaning of this sentence, every time I perform a sacrificial ceremony to Brutal, as long as I shout this sentence, it will be able to respond. Called over to take the sacrifice, so I think even if it’s not its name, it’s something related to it.”

"Oh~" Shaman Lerto made a long voice, and said with great interest: "It sounds like that, just like a real worship of the gods!"

His joke made Planck shake his head, and reminded him seriously:
"Although our tribe does not often hold sacrificial activities, in the perception of some tribes, Pluto is the real patron saint of the arctic. They hold one or two sacrificial activities every year, and worship Pluto as a religious belief. !"

"It's good to talk about your words here, but don't say them in other tribes."

The reason why Brutal became what he is now, Zorro knows, Shamanlear knows, Plank and other seals in his tribe also know a little bit, so they are not so afraid of it.

However, other tribes are not necessarily informed.

Seeing Brutus as magnificent as a mountain, it is understandable that those arctic creatures who don't know the truth will feel admiration and admiration in their hearts.

This worship gradually turned into belief, and it became more and more profound.

If you let them know that this foreign fish, Shamenlier, doesn't respect their beliefs, they will be in big trouble!
Seeing the serious expression on Planck's face, Samantel immediately understood what he meant, nodded quickly and said, "I see, I must pay attention next time!"

He is not a fish with a broken mouth, and he doesn't go around fooling around.

The cause of this sacrificial event was also related to Shamanleir. He felt a little sorry when he saw Planck busy moving things, so he said, "Planke, why don't I help you!"

Hearing that he wanted to help, Planck did not refuse, and readily agreed.

"Okay! Then I will trouble you!"

With the addition of Shaman Lair, the construction of the altar was much faster.

About half an hour later, a large circular altar built with ice blocks appeared in the Salco seal tribe.

Around the round platform, there are three thick icicles with a height of three meters, each of which is engraved with sacrificial words by Planck himself.

Seeing that the altar had been built, other seals in the tribe also acted to help Planck transport fresh fish for sacrifice.

These fish were just caught from the sea this morning, and the eyes of the fish are still clear and transparent, so you can tell that they are very fresh at a glance.

"Clap clap clap..."

The seals laid out the fresh fish just caught from the sea layer by layer on the altar in accordance with the rule that the big fish are laid on the bottom and the small ones are laid on the top.

After laying nine layers neatly and forming a pyramid shape, the seals left the altar contentedly.

Seeing this freshly baked fish pyramid, Plank gave a thumbs up and said to the other seals: "Thank you very much for your help! I think Pluto will be satisfied!"

"Oh woo~ oh woo~ it's all as it should be!"

"Planck, let's go first, and we will come to you after your sacrifice!"

The seals accepted the compliment with a smile and left the scene.

There is no tradition of offering sacrifices to Pluto in the Salco seal tribe, and this sacrifice ceremony can only be regarded as Planck's private matter.

Although the seals will help set up the scene, they will not stay for the entire ceremony.

Nodding to the other seals, Plank walked up to Shaman Lear and said to him: "Little fish, you should leave here too, I will do the rest myself!"

"I don't want to go." Shamanel shook his head and said, "I want to wait for Brutal with you!"

"But..." Planck hesitated.

Seeing Planck's reaction, Samantel asked back: "But what, is this ceremony dangerous?"

"That's not true!" Plank shook his head and said, "If there was danger, there wouldn't be so many tribes offering sacrifices to Pluto!"

"After each offering, Brutal will leave quickly and won't stay for too long."

"However, in the process of its descent, it will cause hallucinations for the surrounding creatures, and their minds will be affected to a certain extent."

"It's not a good experience, and I don't really want you to go through it."

"That's it..." Hearing Planck's words, Shamanlael also showed hesitation on his face.

Judging from his previous experience, he doesn't seem to be very resistant to things like illusions, and basically gets hit every time.

He also had hallucinations when he met Brutal last time. If he insisted on staying this time, he would be confused immediately and make some weird behaviors. Wouldn't it be embarrassing?

After thinking about it again and again, Samantel still chose to give up.

With a regretful expression on his face, he said to Plank: "In this case, let me watch you from the sidelines!"

"Yeah!" Plank nodded with a smile, and he was also relieved by Shamanleir's choice.

……

"Dong dong dong..."

Planck walked forward step by step.

Holding a sharp knife in his hand, he picked up a big black fish from the altar, and then slashed open its belly.

"Slap!" The body of the black fish, which had not been completely frozen, flicked, and soon completely turned into a dead fish.

"Dididi...Dididi..." The dark red fish blood spilled all over the floor and onto the icicles standing on the edge of the altar.

The sacrificial verses engraved in the icicles were soon stained red, and each word was lit up with the penetration of fish blood.

"Clap!"

Throwing the blood-drained dead fish to the ground, Planck picked another big fish from the sacrifice and cut open the belly again.

Following his movements, the three icicles standing on the edge of the altar were all stained with fish blood.

【Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!】

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, Shamanlell, who was watching from the sidelines, only felt that the blood on the icicles was a bit dazzling.

"Da da da…"

Plank put down all the knives and fish in his hand, and walked up to the altar step by step.

He closed his eyes, raised his arms high, and chanted the sacrificial rite loudly:

"Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!"

As Planck read this sentence, a voice suddenly appeared in Shamanleir's mind.

[In the eternal mansion R'lyeh, the sleeping Cthulhu awaits you in your dreams! 】

Hearing this voice, his eyes widened instantly, and his breathing became short of breath.

This... The meaning of this sentence, why is it so familiar!
Pictures flashed in his mind, his eyelids gradually sank, and his consciousness began to trance.

……

20xx, June 6th.

Tianchao, in a certain high school.

"Students, the college entrance examination will be in two days. I won't say too much to increase the pressure on everyone. I just hope that everyone will have a good rest these two days. On the day of the exam, you can perform well and get a good result that satisfies you!"

"This is the end of our last class, see you tomorrow when we look at the examination room! Remember everyone must go, don't make fun of your own life events!"

"get out of class off!"

"goodbye teacher!"

"jingling jingling..."

The voice of the teacher, the voices of the students, and the bell for the end of get out of class all echoed in my ears.

Looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar classroom in front of him, Shamanleir's eyes widened.

How could I be here... Didn't I time travel?Was everything before that a dream?

"Hey, Li Yu!"

"Li Yu!"

Someone was pushing him, and he was still yelling that name that made Shamanleer feel very strange.

He turned his head abruptly and saw a smiling face.

This man has a small cropped hair, looks ordinary, and looks like a tough guy when he smiles.

Samantel remembered this man, he was his best friend.

His name is Li... What is Li?I can't seem to remember the name!
"What's the matter with me?" Samantel asked with some trepidation.

"The exam is coming up in a few days. Are you nervous? Do you want to worship the exam god with me?" Little Cun Tou asked.

"Question?" Shamanlael asked suspiciously.

Xiao Cun Tou nodded, and said with a smile: "Yes, all gods from all walks of life, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, all worshiped once, and begged them to bless us to get a good grade in the exam!"

"Bodhisattva, Buddha, Jade Emperor, God, Jesus, and... Who else is coming, no matter what, I will worship it once!"

"Is this useful?" Shamanlael wanted to refuse.

"It doesn't matter if he's useful or not, anyway, it won't hurt you to pray, please feel at ease!"

Seeing that Shamanleir was still hesitating, Xiao Cun Tou waved his hands and said impatiently: "Are you coming or not? If you don't come, I will do it myself!"

Hearing what he said, Shamanlael has completely recalled this memory.

Two days before the crossing, his friend, who couldn't remember his name, suddenly had a twitch in his head and thought of worshiping the gods, so he dragged himself to fiddle around in the dormitory all night.

As a result, the two of them overslept collectively the next day, and they didn't wake up until the afternoon, and they were still called up by the head teacher's fatal serial calls.

Recalling these memories, Samantel couldn't help showing a smile on his face.

He nodded and said, "I'm with you!"

……

Inside the male dormitory No. 30X.

In the center of the dormitory, there were several folding desks that were joined together. On the table was a piece of paper full of strange symbols, with a bowl on it, and two fingers pressing on the bowl.

"Die Xian Di Xian, how many points will I get in the math test for the college entrance examination?" A boy with a cropped cut asked loudly.

After his words fell, the bowl on the paper moved slowly and landed on several numbers.

"One...zero...one?"

"Ah~" Seeing this number, Xiao Cunfa wailed.

"Is the score so low? I'm done!"

He gritted his teeth, and asked again with some reluctance: "Die Xian Di Xian, what is my score in Chinese?"

"One...one...zero? Oh, I'm going, did you fail the Chinese test?"

"Die Xian, don't mess with me, I'm sure I won't be able to get into a key university! My mother will let me repeat it!" Xiao Cuntou covered his face, as if he couldn't bear to look directly at the ground.

"Pfft..." Looking at the scene in front of him, which seemed to be a repeat of the scene, Shamanlael showed a funny expression on his face.

However, he couldn't laugh for a second.

Xiaocun's avatar thought of something, suddenly turned to look at Shamanleir, and asked him: "Li Yu, did you move around secretly just now, deliberately messing with my state of mind?"

One of the fingers on the plate is from the small bobblehead, and the other is from Shaman Lair. It is understandable for him to ask so.

However, Samantel dared to swear that no matter in his previous life or now, he didn't move a bit, the dish moved by itself!
"No, I really didn't move!" Shaman Lair shook his head and said solemnly.

Hearing his words, Xiaocuntou showed a disbelieving expression on his face, and said, "I don't believe it unless you prove it to me! You can ask Die Xian about your own grades!"

"Okay, just ask!" Shaman Lair said confidently.

However, just after saying these words, several images suddenly flashed in his mind.

Seeing the content in the screen, the expression on his face suddenly changed.

Shamanlael restrained his smile, looking solemnly at the plate under his finger.

After a little hesitation, he lowered his head and asked word by word:

"Dixian Dixian, what is my math score in the college entrance examination?"

"Swipe, swipe..."

After he said this, the plate in his hand began to shake slightly and slide slowly on the paper.

In the end, it stopped at a big red character.

"zero!"

"Oh, I'll go! Li Yu, you got a zero pass in the exam!" Seeing the result, Xiao Cuntou exclaimed.

With a gloating expression on his face, he laughed and said, "Hahahaha, even if you step on it a few times, you won't be a piece of shit. You probably overslept that day and didn't enter the examination room at all, did you?"

Shamanleir ignored the sarcasm of the small cut head. He looked at the result pointed by the plate and muttered to himself: "It's the same..."

No matter the grades that Xiaocuntou just tested or his own, they are all the same as in his memory, even the words that Xiaocuntou said to him are exactly the same.

If this is the replay of his memory, then...

Shamanleir swallowed his saliva, and asked again: "Die Xian, what is my Chinese score?"

"Brush..." The plate on the paper moved slowly.

Not long after, it stopped on the crimson "Zero" again!
Seeing this result, Samantel's heart beat a little faster.

If there is no accident, Xiaocuntou will say to him in the next second:
"Oh, what kind of broken dish fairy is this, it's not allowed at all! Li Yu, let's not believe this, let's change it!"

"I found an old book from a second-hand bookstore a few days ago. It recorded a very interesting fairy tale. I'll show it to you!"

"Dingling, clanging..." Xiaocuntou rummaged through boxes and cabinets in the dormitory.

Finally, he found what he wanted in the cabinet.

This is an unknown old book whose cover has disappeared, the pages are yellowed and wrinkled, covered with dust and moths.

Picking up this unknown book, the little bun blows the dust on it, and says eloquently:

"This book describes a group of ancient and mysterious "gods". They have no concept of good and evil, their thinking is chaotic and disorderly, their appearance is not as bright and beautiful as other gods, but their shapes are weird or even ugly. Their names can make people feel an indescribable fear..."

"I think this concept of gods is very interesting! This is like a real god. They are not understood by humans, and they don't need to be understood by humans. They are powerful, do whatever they want, ancient and weird!"

"There are a few spells in this book to summon them, do you want to try them with me!"

"Swipe, swipe..."

Xiaocuntou carefully turned the pages of the book, and finally stopped on one of the pages.

Shamanleir lowered his head and saw that the first sentence of the page read:

【Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn!】

　Candy!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)