"Aying, your parents' memory is probably confused. Now that we have found them, we are not in a hurry. We will wait for their emotions to stabilize first and then make long-term plans."
Aying looked at her father and mother, and nodded to everyone: "That's good, we finally found them."
"Old man, why are you being hunted?"
Song Siyuan recalled the scene when they first met the crazy mother-in-law. The crazy woman didn't hurt them at that time, but now she went crazy. There must be something inside.
Wu Yueniang looked at Song Siyuan and glanced at the crazy woman with bloodshot eyes:
"She...is not a human being. She is the incarnation of the evil god, an abandoned disciple of the ancient god."
not human!
Yue Guanchao looked at Wu Yueniang, unable to judge whether what she said was true or false. The couple in front of him had mental problems, so it would not be surprising to say anything bizarre.
"So, who are you?"
Song Siyuan's words made Wu Yueniang fall into a trance. Her eyes moved left and right, and she looked forward suddenly:
"We are the villagers of Wu Coffin Town, and we are good people."
"Then, do you know why this village was destroyed by fire?"
Wu Yueniang hesitated for a moment, then hesitantly said:
"It was them. They offended the ancient gods and were punished by them. The fire... the fire burned the entire town. Everyone... everyone died."
Song Siyuan read Wu Yueniang's thoughts. She also obtained a lot of information along the way and was very curious about the ancient gods believed in Wu Coffin Town.
In addition, the old man Wu Tuman said that this town existed before the founding of the previous dynasty, which made her even more curious about Wu Coffin Town.
She thought maybe she could start with the villagers and decided to follow Wu Yueniang's words and ask:
"Ancient God? Who is your Ancient God?"
When Wu Yueniang heard her mention the ancient gods, the madness in her eyes gradually faded away, and she seemed to have regained some consciousness:
"The ancient gods are our ancestors. Wu Coffin Town is just a transliteration of the ancient text. In fact, it should be called the ancestral land. Our history is longer than the founding of the previous dynasty."
"It took longer than the previous dynasty to establish the country? You mean that your tribe is the ancestor of the Jurchen tribe!"
Song Siyuan judged this.
After Wu Yueniang heard Song Siyuan's words, she shook her hair:
"No, not only the Jurchens, but also the Xiongnu, Jie, Di, Qiang, Xianbei, Khitan, Dangxiang... We are the source of all the ethnic groups in the north, guarding the main dragon veins of all ethnic groups, and have been multiplying here for thousands of years."
If they have thrived here for thousands of years, then it can be completely explained that the Bingyi Mansion Monument that appeared in the river was indeed called the river god by the ancestors thousands of years ago.
Song Siyuan secretly calculated Wu Yueniang's words in her heart. If this ethnic group has really multiplied here for thousands of years, why do they have the belief in Nuo ghosts in Chu?
This remains a mystery.
"What's the name of your tribe? It shouldn't be the witch coffin."
Wu Yueniang has just said that Wu Coffin Town is just a transliteration. A place called Ancestral Lines must have its meaning.
Wu Yueniang nodded and said one word in words she didn't understand. Aying translated casually:
"The Sushen clan!"
"They are the Sushen tribe!"
Wu Yueniang looked at everyone:
"Yes, my people are a clan that respects nature and controls the spirits and all things. Our ancestors came to the Daxingan Mountains very early and survived by hiding their traces in the high mountains of the Daxingan Mountains. They usually made a living by fishing and hunting. In this wilderness of thousands of miles of virgin forest, , there are many mysterious and unknown things. The ancestors of the Sushen tribe believe that all things are animistic, and that mountains, rivers, grass, trees, flowers and birds are all possessed by gods. We will use the flesh and blood of creatures brought from hunting to sacrifice to ghosts and gods in order to obtain powerful mysterious power."
"On that high altar, the oldest god in the north is enshrined."
When Wu Yueniang spoke, she looked at the tallest building in Wu Coffin Town. It was hidden in the gray fog, staring at everyone like a huge beast.
After she faced the tallest building, her eyes suddenly became profound:
"But we don't know its name or what it looks like. We only know that this ancient god is covered with a bull-headed ghost. It is both good and evil. It needs flesh and blood sacrifice. Only in this way can the ancient god protect all living beings. "
At this time, not only Song Siyuan was confused, but everyone was also full of questions.
The ancient gods worshiped by the Sushen people actually have no names or images.
"But if there are no names, what are the statues of gods in Yizhuang and Nozhi Hall?"
Song Siyuan must ask clearly about the origins of these gods.
"They, they are all servants of the ancient gods. These twelve tangible gods are the sacrificial gods that the Sushen people have believed in during their thousands of years of evolution. They represent mountains, rivers, lakes, vegetation, insects, fish, clouds, rain, sun and moon, and guard the witch coffin. Everything about the town.”
Although Wu Yueniang's words were fantastic, Song Siyuan was willing to believe them!
Theoretically, the more ancient and primitive the ethnic group is, the more they will worship the power of nature. Over time, they will transform the concept of gods from nature.
The myths of various countries in the world are all produced in this way. This is the ancient people's magnificent imagination of "where do I come from"!
"You, you will be punished by God for telling outsiders the secrets of the ancient gods!"
Song Siyuan originally wanted to continue asking, but the crazy woman leaning against the railing rushed towards her again.
This time, I wasn't so lucky!
Yue Guanchao just fired to warn her, but Wu Tuman was obviously not that patient and aimed at the crazy woman with thirteen guns.
"Hey, don't shoot, maybe you can ask me something else!"
Before Yue Guanchao could say anything, Wu Tuman started fighting.
The crazy woman was suddenly shot. She looked at Utuman with wide eyes and fell straight to the ground. She seemed to be unwilling to give in. Even if she fell to the ground, she would crawl forward and try to pull her forward.
