The rain is getting heavier!
The dense raindrops hit him, and his face hurt.
Feng Xi subconsciously glanced at his side. Amhuaxu didn't know when he had a fiery red wooden staff in his hand. He raised his head, ignoring the heavy rain, and stared at the simple altar in front of him.
Even my younger sister Xi looked at him intently with a straight face.
Seeing the rain falling on them, Feng Xi was shocked. This scene made him seem to understand the great significance of the sacrifice in front of him to the tribe.
But, is it all worth it?
Before he could think more, he saw Hua Xu holding a wooden staff, taking a step forward, lowering his head and looking down.
"Festival!"
Following Hua Xu's loud shout, the tribesmen stepped forward carrying the "sacrifice". On the other side, several female tribesmen walked up, holding stone knives.
He stabbed the sacrifice with all his strength.
"Pfft!"
The sound of flesh and blood being torn was heard, and there was no blood splashing around as expected. It was as if an invisible force trapped the blood that flowed out, forming a blood line and falling on the large stone bowl set up on the altar.
Soon, the blood of the "sacrifice" had been drained. At this time, the stone bowl was still not full.
Then, Hua Xu scratched his hand with the tip of the wooden stick in his hand, and blood spurted out and fell into the stone bowl.
When the tribesmen below saw this, they scratched their hands with the stone knives and spears they had prepared, and the blood that flowed out fell into the stone bowl.
"Xi!"
Hua Xu turned his head, looked at Feng Xi, and suddenly said,
"Go! You are the only one in the tribe this year!"
Feng Xi nodded, knowing that this was one of the necessary "activities" during the annual tribal fire festival.
There is no need for human sacrifice. This is one of the differences between the Fenggun tribe and other tribes in the wilderness. It is said to be the rule set by the ancestor Dazui.
But on the other hand, in order to maintain, or in other words, to show their faith and offer sacrifices to the divine fire, it is not enough to have sacrifices. They also have to sacrifice the most important part of their bodies - blood!
People of the Fenggun tribe believe that blood is life and contains the purest spirit of man!
They dedicated their blood to the divine fire, and they also dedicated their lives and souls.
After the tribesmen offer sacrifices, the next step is the final sacrifice of the children, who hold a coming-of-age ceremony held by the tribe.
And he also learned from Amhuaxu that doing so would allow the adult tribesmen to receive the blessing of divine fire!
Under the eyes of Eminem, his sister, and all the clan members, Feng Xi took a deep breath and took a step forward.
He took out a gray stone knife from his body.
One hand spread out following Hua Xu's previous movements, and the other held a knife, feeling slightly nervous.
"Shen Huo, let me see what you are!"
"Stab it!"
Feng Xi felt a pain in his palm, and then blood surged out of his hand, turning into blood lines and flying into the stone bowl of the altar.
"Festival!"
"fire!"
The moment Feng Xi's blood fell on the "stone bowl", Hua Xu raised the wooden stick in his hand, pointed it at the altar, and shouted loudly.
At the same time, she moved her steps and began to walk around the altar, twisting her body and doing an unknown dance as she walked.
"Festival!"
"Festival!"
Seeing this, all the tribesmen shouted and jumped around the altar.
It was as if there was a mysterious force guiding them, and their movements were magically almost the same.
The body made various weird postures, the head swayed rhythmically, the braids in the hair swayed, and the complicated bone ornaments rattled.
It exudes a primitive and ancient atmosphere.
As the entire tribe began to dance the sacrificial dance, Feng Xi seemed to remember the rhythmic drumming in his ears.
At the same time, his heart began to tremble with the sound of the drum.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Feng Xi stretched out his right hand holding the stone knife and pressed it against his chest. He was shocked to find that this was not his imagination. The heart rate really changes!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom, boom, boom!
The mysterious "drums" coming out of nowhere are getting faster and louder, and the frequency of the tribe's dance is getting faster and faster. Every face is red, and the veins in the neck are bulging, which seems to be very labor-intensive.
Feng Xi's heart beat faster and faster, and with the rapid heartbeat, his blood began to boil, and more and more blood flowed out of his raised left hand.
He subconsciously wanted to put his hands down, but his whole body seemed to be fixed there by a mysterious force, and he couldn't move at all!
"If this continues, I will definitely bleed to death!"
Feng Xi began to feel anxious. With the loss of blood, his body became weaker and weaker. If this continues...
"Amu didn't tell me this would happen!" Feng Xi thought anxiously.
He wasn't sure whether this was a necessary step for sacrifice or just an accident!
Just when he felt at a loss, the drumming in his ears gradually stopped. When the drumming finally disappeared, he suddenly felt his body relax, and the power that restrained him disappeared!
"Um?"
But before he could pull his hand back to stop the bleeding, a faint murmuring sound suddenly came from his ears.
The sound was getting closer and closer, as if coming from an infinitely distant place, traveling through time and space, to his ears.
boom!
In an instant, Feng Xi's heart suddenly shook.
"Fire...inheritance...hope..."
And the murmur became clear in his ears. It was an old, dry sigh.
The owner of the voice seems to be expressing something!
Before Feng Xi could taste what was contained in his voice.
"Cha...cha..."
A slightly urgent, rhythmic friction sound gradually sounded.
It's like two dead trees constantly rubbing together.
"This is?"
For a moment, Feng Xi only saw the last "shooting star" sliding down from the top of the mountain, and then his eyes turned red.
There is no burning pain as imagined.
Feng Xi felt a warm and soft breath wrap around him, and then there was a whirlwind.
When he came back to his senses, a blurry scene appeared in front of him.
It was a fiery red winding tree that reached the sky.
There are clouds and mist surrounding the tree crown, and countless firebirds shuttle among them, resembling ospreys, constantly swallowing the sparks emanating from the fire-colored trees.
"Suimu!"
As if there was a voice in the dark telling him, Feng Xi recognized the origin of the fiery tree in front of him - Sui Mu!
"Drill wood to make fire?"
Thinking of the sparks that fell on him during the sacrifice, Feng Xi's heart moved and he looked under the tree following the source of the friction sound.
He saw a vague figure sitting cross-legged on the ground. Feng Xi tried hard to look, trying to see what the figure looked like, but he still couldn't.
You could only vaguely see that the other party was holding a drill-shaped flint tree branch in his hand, and there was also a flat piece of flint wood placed between his legs.
At this time, he was holding his hands together, spinning hard, and rubbing against the flint wood below.
