I am the chief of a primitive tribe

When Mu Feng was doing archaeology before, he met a colleague who specialized in ancient witchcraft.

Because of their "similar professions", the two chatted very speculatively.

Through that person, Mu Feng learned that witchcraft has existed since ancient times.

Especially in the Xia Dynasty before the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, and even in the more ancient tribal alliance period, whether it was a tribe or a tribe, or a clan alliance, there would be a special "witch" who held an important position in the tribe.

"Witch" has a series of sacred functions such as offering sacrifices to ancestors, educating tribesmen, praying for blessings and eliminating disasters.

One of them is to bless the warriors of the tribe with "surrender", so that the warriors in the tribe can gain greater strength, stronger physique, and even various secret powers.

Although Mu Feng does not have this ability, the strengthening effect of the derivative art of the Wood Dao is real.

In order to avoid the trouble of many explanations, he directly told Li Hu and the other two that it was "initiation", intending to tell them that it is not abrupt to directly gain a stronger physique.

But he still underestimated the three people's awe of "initiation" and "chieftain".

Fortunately, the three people did not think of anything else, but just walked out with a little worry.

Mu Feng was relieved and amused.

He was relieved that he was so important in the minds of the three people, and they were obviously worried about him.

What was funny was that the three "iron fools" were so stupid, but they were still the "elites" in the tribe!

"Since you all think the initiation ceremony is mysterious, let's make it a little mysterious!" Mu Feng thought, "It's a bit beyond common sense anyway, so we still have to create a sense of mystery!"

After making this decision, he immediately thought about how to make people feel this way.

He thought of a certain religion in his previous life that used talismans to stick on people when they resisted the government of the time. It was said that as long as the people with the talismans on them went to the battlefield, they would be invulnerable to swords and guns, and immune to cold and heat.

So later, when the believers of this religion went to the battlefield, most of them exposed their upper bodies and fought with the officers and soldiers with big swords.

The result is predictable. In the cold winter, these bare-chested believers were already shivering with cold and unable to hold their knives steadily before the soldiers approached them.

There are external stickers and internal medicines. There are also other religions that draw talismans and burn them into ashes and drink them with water. The "effect" is similar.

Mu Feng believes that even if he is ignorant, he will not believe such nonsense. He is unwilling to use this to fool his tribesmen.

He thought about it and felt that the tribesmen respected him enough. He still wanted to educate them, so there was no reason to keep them ignorant.

He felt that he only needed to make this "initiation" a little more solemn and serious.

The next morning, before Mu Feng got up, Li Hu, Ming Guang and Han Shu, followed by several people, came to Mu Feng's door. They stood outside the door, looking at Mu Feng, and did not dare to come in.

These people are from the hunting team, and they are all the "pillars" of the tribe.

Being stared at by so many people, Mu Feng woke up instantly.

"Fuck, what's going on?" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, seeing so many pairs of eyes looking at him, as if many relatives and friends came to see a loved one for the last time.

"This..." Mu Feng hurriedly got up from the bed and asked, "Why are you all here?"

Li Hu scratched his head: "Great Chief, the tribesmen heard that you are going to be crowned, and they all came to see you. You have been..."

"Fuck!" Mu Feng almost burst out with a swear word, and waved his hand, "Go away, I am crowned, not dying!"

"But..." Li Hu was about to say something but stopped.

Mu Feng stamped his feet: "Except Han Shu, everyone else, go out!"

Everyone looked at each other, you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally looked at Mingguang and Li Hu.

The two were also scared by Mu Feng, and hurriedly signaled everyone to move away.

Someone whispered: "What's wrong with the chief?"

"I think he's fine!"

"Why would he suddenly give Han Shu a crown?"

"Do you think the chief has foreseen his own death?"

...

Luckily, Mu Feng didn't hear these words. If he had heard them, he would have been furious.

At this moment, he was frowning and sighing. He was thinking about making the ceremony more solemn and dignified. Now, it was solemn and dignified enough, but he was almost sent away as a dying man!

"This group of idiots!" Mu Feng was completely speechless.

As time went by, he felt that the IQ of these people was "worrying".

Han Shu was a little uneasy. He hesitated for a long time before saying: "Chief, if you are fine, don't give me a crown..."

"Oh my god!" Mu Feng was so angry that he laughed, "I thought you were smart a while ago, but I didn't expect you to be so stupid!"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head:"Okay, okay, I can't blame you all. Don't worry, I said, I'm fine! Giving you abdication won't have much impact on me, and it won't kill me!"

"Really?" Han Shu was surprised, but still a little unconvinced.

"Well, don't worry!" Mu Feng smiled and nodded, motioned Han Shu to sit down, and then asked, "Han Shu, what will happen if you have enough power?"

This is equivalent to asking about your ambitions and aspirations before joining an organization in your previous life.

"Well, this is the sense of ritual!" Mu Feng thought.

Han Shu was stunned for a moment, not understanding why Mu Feng asked this, but after thinking about it, he answered honestly: "Reply to the chief, if I become strong, I must protect my people and the tribe!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng didn't waste words, "Remember what you said today, and I will give you abdication next!"

"Ah? Start now?" Han Shu was surprised.

"Well, let's start now!" Mu Feng came to Han Shu, "Close your eyes, don't think about anything!"

"Yes!"

Mu Feng stretched out one hand and placed it on Han Shu's head, took a deep breath, half-closed his eyes, and pinched the seal with the other hand to start the spell.

Han Shu also stiffened suddenly the moment Mu Feng stretched out his hand, obviously very nervous.

But then he didn't notice anything unusual, and he calmed down again.

More than half an hour later, Mu Feng barely closed the hand seal, sat on the stool and exhaled heavily: "It's done!"

Han Shu then opened his eyes and looked at Mu Feng, and found that he looked tired, and asked nervously: "Chief, what's wrong with you?"

Mu Feng smiled and waved his hand: "It's okay, I'm hungry!"

Han Shu immediately stood up and shouted to the outside: "Uncle Li Hu, Uncle Ming Guang, the chief is hungry!"

"Hungry?" Everyone outside the door was stunned when they heard it.

"Someone, go get food for the chief!"

Han Shu then turned and shouted to Mu Feng: "Chief, hold on, the food will be here soon!"

"What do you mean I have to hold on!" Mu Feng was almost angry, "I'm just hungry!"

But he didn't show it, but waved at Han Shu: "Okay, try your strength now!"

Han Shu thought about it, reached out and picked up the bow and arrow he carried with him, and with a "click", the three-piece bow that Han Shu used, which was considered to be the strongest and had the thickest bamboo pieces in the tribe, was easily broken by him!