Being favored by evil gods, I became sick and weak and became the Bone Bodhisattva.

Wu En put on a sad expression: "You guys go first, I'll rest here."

"Is it serious? I'll stay with you."

"It's nothing serious, just rest."

After finally sending Su He away, Wu En immediately turned back halfway after all the shamans had gone away.

...................

When everyone arrived at the Holy Lake, the round moon had already risen.

It was a rare view of the grassland and lake, and it also happened to be a full moon. Tangtang couldn't bear to blink her eyes and held her breath to take in the beautiful scenery around her.

'Really, where did that guy Unn go? '

Su He was a little absent-minded, but he was quickly attracted by the sparkling lake.

Many shamans have already sang requiem in a low voice, and the solemn singing floats in the ears, creating a sacred atmosphere.

The bone relic flew out silently, and the little girl held it and slowly floated into the air.

Sure enough, the holy lake overlooking it is even more beautiful!

Tangtang stretched out her fingers and slowly traced the overall shape of the holy lake.

It's not an ellipse, but almost an inverted triangle. To be more precise, it should be an inverted trapezoid.

Quite naturally, the little girl understood that this shape represented "pregnancy" in shamanism.

"Xiao Bai, look, look."

"The round moon is reflected in the lake, does it look like you?"

Round, glowing, white.

It was indeed very similar. Xiaobai shook it slightly to express his agreement.

"..."

Suddenly, a vague idea came to Tangtang's mind, and she wanted to catch it, but the inspiration slipped away mischievously.

Chapter 180 Requiem Festival

After returning to the shamanism headquarters, Tangtang suddenly couldn't get sick.

But what worries Su He is not only the little girl's condition, but also Wu En!

I heard from other shamans that Wu En turned back once, but left in a hurry after not staying long.

Tomorrow is Requiem Day. He actually plans to miss such an important festival?

With anxiety, Su He stayed up all night.

When the sun rose the next day, he first went to check on the little girl's condition.

The severity was far beyond imagination, and Tangtang was already unconscious.

'Well, everything has its price. '

After walking back and forth in the little girl's tent several times, Su He was kicked out by the female shaman who was responsible for taking care of Tangtang.

"Stop dangling around. My head is spinning. You can't help me by staying here. Get ready and go to the Requiem Festival!"

After standing still in front of the tent for a moment, Su He began to search for Wu En in a depressed mood.

However, after searching the huge headquarters, there was no sign of his friend.

"Suhe Shaman——"

Someone shouted to Su He from a distance: "Come here quickly to make up the numbers, the show is about to start!"

In order to be solemn, before the start of the program to celebrate Requiem Festival, all shamans who are eligible to have their faces painted must 'touch up their makeup'.

Su He ran over weakly and allowed the shaman in front of him to smear color on his face.

Suck--

Su He sniffed and frowned unconsciously.

"Which shaman prepared the raw materials for the red color this time? It doesn't seem to be fresh anymore."

The overall color of the paint on the shaman's face is mainly bright red, followed by gray and white.

In order to achieve certain mysterious effects, the blending of bright red colors is very complicated, but one key ingredient is indispensable - fresh blood of animals.

Just now, Su He faintly smelled a rotten smell, and he suddenly became very angry.

...........

"Godly Shaman Narisong, are the ingredients fresh now?"

It was meant as a joke, but Su He unexpectedly turned around and left.

"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The shaman quickly pulled Su He, but the latter shook his head and said: "You are right, the fault is that Risong Shaman. He knew that today is Requiem Day, why is he so careless? Let go, I I need to go find him and ask him clearly."

"No, I'm begging you, please don't cause trouble today! Besides, Risong Shaman wasn't at the headquarters that day, so you can't find him."

Not at headquarters?

Su He was startled and asked, "He was absent on such an important day?"

"Well, he said his tribe had an emergency and left in a hurry last night."

Wu En also left in a hurry. Maybe something happened to his tribe in an emergency?

Thinking of this, Su He's irritable mood was somewhat relieved.

thump—

dong dong——

dong dong dong dong-

With the sound of fierce drums, many shamans in strange clothes walked out of their tents.

Some were covered with sheepskins, some had eagle feathers on their heads, some had manes around their necks...

These are all shamans who participated in the show. They dressed up as various animals and gathered around the high platform while dancing.

Su He calmed down and was about to enjoy the show when he suddenly felt itchy on his face.

After enduring it for a while, he couldn't help but scratch it with his nails.

"I just said the ingredients must not be fresh!"

Su Heyi turned around and was shocked to find that the shaman was scratching him even more fiercely than him. He even scratched his entire face and refused to stop.

"Stop scratching and go wash up."

As soon as he grabbed the shaman's hand, he started struggling like crazy.

Su He had no choice but to lead the man to a nearby tent.

'Damn, my face is itchy too. '

He shook his cheeks frantically in an attempt to relieve the itch, but found red fuzz growing out of his face.

Su He's expression suddenly changed, and his thoughts suddenly changed. He suddenly turned around to look at the man in front of him.

The red feathered eagle beak is almost no longer human-like!

..........

The Requiem program had just officially begun when riots broke out.

Halbala stood on the high platform with a sullen expression. Whenever a blood eagle soared into the sky, he would shoot it down with a punch from the air.

After punching seven times in a row, the commotion finally subsided.

"Su He brings it up, and there is some clear water."

When punching, the bone-decorated shaman did not forget to observe the situation below. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he soon noticed Su He who was struggling to suppress the physical mutation.

Su He, whose face was mostly covered by Akabane, was quickly lifted onto the high platform. Su He was still conscious at this time. He struggled and said, "It's Narisatsu! The painting materials were tampered with by him."

Harbala nodded and tried to use the water in the basin to wash off the paint on Su He's face.

But it was no use, the painting didn’t fade at all!

"I was attacked before, and the wound felt like something was wrong."

Su He took a breath and tried his best to stay calm and said, "It's numb and itchy, and my face is also itchy."

Without another word, Harbala tore off his sleeve.

There is a hole in Su He's arm. It looks like he was pecked hard by a large bird. A large area of ​​skin around it has begun to fester. The injury is not optimistic!

The most terrifying thing was that red hair slowly grew on his ulcerated skin.

"Lord Halbala, cut them off with your knife."

Su He gritted his teeth and said, "Cut off all the flesh and feathers. Cut deeper. I can hold on!"

Harbala moved slightly, but did not actually use the knife to cut Su He's flesh.

After pondering for a moment, he picked up the sheepskin bag from his waist and poured the water inside onto Su He's wound.

hiss--

A burst of white smoke came out of the wound, and Su He almost let out a cry of pain.

Harbala took some water and wiped it on his face again. Miraculously, the paint was cleaned immediately this time.

"This is the holy spring"

The bone-decorated shaman said solemnly: "For those who have mutated, use the holy spring to heal them."

.........

When visiting the holy lake, many shamans used their sheepskin bags to catch the holy spring in the lake.

After Harbala's order was passed on, the riot was finally fundamentally contained.

"Lord Halbala, will the Requiem Festival continue?"

The riot gradually subsided, and now the bone-decorated shaman had to face a difficult choice.

"Holy Artifact"

Unmoved, Harbala ordered the shamans to fetch the sacred objects.

The holy object used to guide the restless spirits was a pure white bull horn. Just when everyone thought Harbala was about to blow the horn, he threw it to the ground with force.

Everyone was shocked when they saw Harbala raise his foot and crush the poisonous insect crawling out from the horn to death.

"It's fake. Don't brag about it. If you brag about it, you'll be plotted."

After a moment of silence, Harbala said word by word: "Which shamans who should be present did not attend today? Count the names and report them to me!"

Chapter 181 The Desperados

Holding the pure white bull horn stolen from the headquarters, Unn took a deep breath and blew it hard.

The powerful horn sound sounded, and in just a moment, a strong wind blew around the shamans.

Using the wind as a medium, a large number of restless spirits on the grassland received the calling signal in a very short time.

More and more restless spirits are gathering here, and their expressions as they look at Unn are manic and angry.

“Something doesn’t seem right”

A god-hatted shaman whispered: "Although the spirit has appeared, it is somehow very hostile to us."

"Perhaps the way of playing the sacred objects is wrong." Narisong stared at Wu En with an ugly face: "You shouldn't be so reckless. We told you that we would test it in advance."

test?

Where does the time come from to experiment?

Two divine clothes and three divine hats. Before this power is exposed, it can do many things secretly. But if it is exposed, it will be destroyed in an instant!

Unn smiled coldly and continued to blow the horn vigorously.