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Shi Rong was surprised.

This woman who was thousands of miles away, whom she had never met before, actually told her past experience in one sentence.

Is there really such a thing in the world?

Rong was shocked and doubtful, and said nothing for a while.

Huo Yijun said: "Who are you?"

"I am a shaman."

Eji and Jiyal both covered their mouths in surprise.

The Ewenki people believe in shamanism. The elders in the tribe believe in the ability of shamans. They believe that shamans can communicate with gods for them, remove disasters and illnesses for people, and predict the future.

But most of them, the younger generation, are very Chinese and don’t really believe this.

But how could a shaman get trapped in the snow and pass out?

Shi Rong immediately said: "If it's not embarrassing, I want to have a good talk with you."

Huo Yijun glanced at Ji Yaer.

Jiyar quickly took his wife and daughter and left, leaving this place to them.

The shaman looked sad: "He is already dead."

"Who?"

"My husband, the man who changed his life for you back then."

"Is there any way to change it?" Huo Yijun asked.

The shaman slowly shook his head and answered the question: "I'm going to die too." After a pause, he added, "In a few years, you will die too."

"You have to find a way to solve this matter!" Huo Yijun shouted sternly.

"Ajun." Shi Rong pulled his sleeve and shook his head at him.

Huo Yijun's eyes flashed with fire.

This is a sign that he is suppressing his emotions.

The shaman added: "This is fate."

"You shamans are people who can communicate with the gods, and you do such evil things behind the gods' back?" Huo Yijun said coldly, "You casually changed a girl's life, and how dare you have no regrets." "I didn't do it, he was forced." The shaman muttered in a low voice, weakly, "I'm sorry."

Shi Rong leaned over and asked gently: "Why did you just say that I will die in a few years?"

"The other baby girl could only live one year, so you gave her half of your life. You have to bear her pain and disaster."

Huo Yijun's eyes turned cold.

Shi Rong said: "Isn't this too unfair to me?"

"It's all life."

"Can you help me?" Shi Rong asked again.

"I can't help. In a few years, you will die together." The shaman added.

"several years?"

"Three years."

"It's full of nonsense!" Huo Yijun couldn't bear it anymore and shouted angrily, "You shamans are so capable, how come you can't count your own life and freeze to death in the snow?"

The shaman lowered his eyes and burst into tears: "For this, we were punished by the gods."

Shi Rong used a tissue to wipe her tears: "Sister, please stop crying. I don't blame you."

The shaman looked at her with sad eyes and said nothing for a long time.

When he returned to the house, Shi Rong felt a little confused.

If she can live for three years, how will she spend the rest of her short life?

No wonder no matter how hard she worked out, she couldn't get rid of the pain and disaster.

Huo Yijun knelt down and held her face: "Don't listen to her nonsense. We are firm atheists."

Shi Rong smiled and said, "I don't believe it."

In the afternoon, Shi Rong was sitting at the door watching the snow. The shaman came to her and handed her a tooth knife: "Kill her with this, and you will live a few more years."

Shi Rong subconsciously took the tooth knife, feeling a little horrified for a moment, and quickly stuffed the knife back: "Shaman, there is a civilized society outside. If you don't do this, you can't kill people casually."