Above The Sky

The boy's voice was not small, especially suddenly, so other people passing by on the street all looked up in surprise, looking in the direction of Ian, and then turned to look at the white man who was standing still.

"you you……"

Everyone gathered with curiosity, scrutiny and thoughtful gazes, and in just a few seconds, they could see that Brin's white face was bloodshot and quickly turned red.

Unprepared, he raised his hand and pointed tremblingly at Ian, who was smiling, but until the end, he didn't say anything from 'you' - the herbalist who was directly pierced could only trot away all the way, on the street The passers-by communicated one after another, obviously seeing something.

"I don't know if this is daring or cowardly."

Watching the other party disappear into the corner of the street, Ian shook his head and closed the window, sighing: "The security of Port Harrison is really bad, should I prepare some more traps at home? It can indeed be considered..."

He decided to wait for Hilliard to come back in the evening and inform the teacher of the situation.

When he has time, he will also go to Elder Pude and reflect on Brin's actions.

It's nothing to focus on money, but there are still children at home. If the other party doesn't give up, it's not good to enter the house while he and Hilliard are not around and accidentally hurt Ellen.

"But there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days."

Shaking his head, Ian turned around and continued cooking the porridge.

He stretched out a spoon, stirred the bottom of the pot, and re-mixed the grains of wheat that had settled at the bottom.

Meanwhile, the Sequoia indigenous tribes.

The great shaman Animu Deepmarsh stretched out his bone stick, stirred the bottom of the pot, and re-stirred the dregs that had settled at the bottom.

now.

He is also cooking porridge.

The Sequoia Forest Inner Marsh is located at the foot of the Elephant Bone Mountain. This place was originally a coastal lake. Because of a major earthquake more than 400 years ago, the geological structure changed suddenly. Walker River, the lake lost its water source and dried up, but it has gradually turned into a shallow cement swamp due to the perennial wind and rain on the tropical coast.

The ancestral land of the Sequoia tribe is located in the Elephant Bone Mountain. According to the records of the classics, they used to have the skills of domesticating elephants, communicating with them, working and fighting together. However, due to changes in the environment, the redwood elephants gradually became extinct. This skill has been lost and changed for hundreds of years, and finally evolved into the skill of the redwood tribe to train ordinary beasts as companions and hunting partners.

At this moment, the great shaman Animu Deepmarsh is standing at the entrance of the shaman tent halfway up the mountain, slowly stirring the light purple medicinal mud in the cauldron in front of him, and on both sides of the tent, around the sixteen totem poles, Thirty-two native hunters with small stature but fierce looks were kneeling on the ground respectfully, their heads lowered, bows and arrows and short spears placed at their sides, waiting for the summoning of the great shaman.

Animu raised his head, and a hazy white fog appeared at the end of the South China Sea horizon, making it difficult for ordinary people to see the distant scenery, but it was a sign of an imminent storm.

A violent and humid smell is brewing in the air, and the swamp forest at the foot of the Elephant Bone Mountain, the intertwined wooden roots, colorful moss, vines and shrubs, and the densely intertwined branches seem to be connected to form a whole, There are many water snakes, toads, centipedes, mud fish and live fish that live in it, which makes the whole whole full of life.

The whole jungle looked like a living creature, breathing and whispering, giving warnings that only a great shaman could hear.

The totem pole vibrated slightly.

——The spirit of the mountain and the tide is warning, and the spirit of the jungle is also warning.

Animu Shenmarsh closed his eyes and said lightly, "Blood."

The two hunters closest to the great shaman slowly got up. Their movements were very slight, as if they were afraid of disturbing the ubiquitous Venerable Spirit. They took out the simple earthenware pot with turquoise inscriptions from their arms, and then cautiously. Carefully come to both sides of the cauldron and deliver the jar to the Great Shaman.

They didn't look up and didn't dare to look up. The two hunters who were revered and revered in the tribe were covered in cyan and black tattoos and scars, a testament to glory and valor, but in front of the great shaman, they were submissive like is the child.

Animu picked up the clay pot. He was old, and his nose could not smell all the smells in the world, but he could smell it. The pot was full of blood, spicy and rich, and contained the angry soul of an adult man. Fragments.

The taste of the other pot of blood is pure and innocent, clean like mountain springs and streams, with a sweet fragrance, like a young child who is ignorant of the world.

—Not good enough, but it works.

Animo took a deep breath, poured the two jars of blood into the cauldron, and stirred.

The boiling and tumbling medicinal mud in the pot absorbed the two jars of different blood, and there was a little reddishness in the faint purple, and there were shimmering lights that were invisible to ordinary people, which were flickering and converging, shaking the air, and emitting a desperate roar like a man. The sound of terrified crying.

This light sound brought a silent breeze, blowing around the shaman's thin body.

"bone."

The first two hunters had already retreated, and as Animu spoke again, the two hunters in the second row also stood up.

They held two wooden boxes, one large and one small, and respectfully presented them to the great shaman.

Inside were two skulls, one for an adult human and one for an infant under two years of age.

"This is better."

Glancing at the two clean skulls that had been stripped of all flesh and blood, Animu nodded slightly in appreciation, and the two hunters immediately backed away with joyful expressions on their faces.

Animu didn't say much, the white-haired, brown-black old man stretched out his hand and held a skull.

His skinny hand seemed weak, and his breath was like a candle in the wind, but this hand was only lightly kneaded, and the entire skull was turned into a dust-like smooth bone powder, and submerged into the pot with a quiet breeze.

The wind around the great shaman is even stronger.

"Meat."

Following the summons, the next two hunters stood up and presented the sacrifices they had carefully collected.

Blood, bones, flesh, tendons.

- The power of life.

Brain, eyes, tongue, skin.

- The perception of life.

Lung, liver, kidney, spleen.

- Patience of life.

Intestine, stomach, gallbladder, heart.

- The vitality of life.

Starting with blood and ending with heart, sixteen are the most immature, sixteen are the strongest, a total of thirty-two different beings are the most quintessential, and the part with the most spiritual qualities and power is the 'Pure Offering'. Thirty-two offerings are required for the offering.

"What's wrong with Achetto?"

Finally, when the two hunters offered the "Children's Heart" and "Warrior's Heart", the Great Shaman suddenly asked, "He died?"

"Yes, yes, Great Shaman."

The two hunters who were questioned were stunned for a moment, and then said with sincerity: "Shaman Achettu failed to sneak into Harrison Harbor and was killed by the Imperials... Viscount Grant ignored this."

"That's why we replaced it with this most important thing..."

"Well, I see."

But Animu didn't finish listening. He waved his hand to signal the two hunters to step back, and then shook his head slightly: "They really noticed the signs, Achettu was too reckless."

Stirring the medicinal mud in the cauldron, the great shaman Animu Deep Swamp stirred the essence of flesh and viscera. He stirred the essence of life and said indifferently: "But those imperial people must also pay the price."

"The price of life."