"Stop them! Stop them! "
The chief Hang Mang shouted and rushed towards them.
He had planned to watch them make fun of themselves, so he didn't approach them. But when he saw Yang Sui and the others, his face turned blue with regret.
This was not a slap to the face of the new chief, but a provocation to the ancestors! Offending the gods!
But thinking about it carefully, it seemed that … probably … it seemed that … the ancestors didn't say what kind of person they should use as the witch.
But Yang Sui's behavior was indeed a provocation to the ancestors. In his opinion, it was a very unlucky behavior.
When the new chief Hang Mang called people, Yang Sui and the others had already stepped on the steps of the altar of the rain praying ceremony.
Once they stepped on the high platform, it meant that the prayer for rain began.
Hang Mang, who had chased them here, clenched his fists tightly and almost spat out blood. He didn't pull out his knife and cut Yang Sui. If Yang Sui hadn't stepped on the altar, he would have killed them on the spot, and no one in the tribe would have said anything. However, these people moved too fast, and he was one step late.
Hang Mang glanced at the nine people who were walking step by step to the high platform with his sharp eyes. He still stepped back and didn't approach the fire pit, for fear of being contaminated with bad luck. He couldn't do it now, but when the ceremony was over … Yang Sui, wait for your death! Sacrifice your blood to the gods!
Yang Sui didn't look back to see the reaction of the tribesmen, but he knew what would happen to him when he heard the voices below. At this time, he regretted again. Perhaps, he should have given up before, so that the tribesmen wouldn't have reacted like this. He was most worried about his friends and relatives who had followed him up.
Thinking of this, Yang Sui's steps slowed down unconsciously.
At this time, Yang Sui heard the words behind him.
"Since you're here, you can't turn back. Keep going!" This was the voice of Yang Sui's mother.
"We've come up, and we don't intend to go back." This was Mi Qiu's mother.
"Don't worry, we'll be with you." This was Mi Qiu.
Although the others didn't say anything, Yang Sui knew their choice when he listened to their footsteps.
Yang Sui held the oxtail so hard that blue veins bulged on the back of his hand. After a short pause, he lifted his foot and walked up again.
For the rain praying ceremony, sacrificial objects, decorations, and ceremonial guards had been prepared on the high platform. In addition, there was also a prescribed rain praying dance and the necessary congratulatory "incantation". No matter if it was a rain dance or a congratulatory speech, there needed to be music. Naturally, there also needed to be a performer.
Originally, Yang Sui had spent a lot of money to invite people. However, when Yang Sui walked up to the high platform, he found that his father, uncle, and grandfather were all there.
Watching Yang Sui standing there in a daze, Yang Sui's father smiled towards Yang Sui with a kongzhu in hand.
Since he had come, he had no intention of going down.
Perhaps, without waiting for the ceremony to end, the people in the tribe would set up firewood under the high platform and start a fire.
Yang Sui stood on the high platform and looked at the people around him. He gave them a smile, although it looked like he was crying.
Dong dong! Bang bang bang —
Rhythmic music sounded.
Holding the oxtail in his hand, Yang Sui looked at the rainstone in the middle of the high platform and closed his eyes. There had never been such a moment when he hoped that rain would fall from the sky, even if it was just a few drops.
Although he had always doubted his ancestors, questioned the gods, and criticized them many times, at this moment, he really hoped that his ancestors and the gods could help him this time, just this time. He was willing to pay any price.
Yang Sui respectfully presented the oxtail to the rainstone with both hands. He waved his sleeves.
His wide sleeves were a little stiff due to the material, so they weren't as elegant as gauze and ribbons. However, as he waved his hand, the wooden nut bells tied to his sleeves also moved along with his arm, producing a clattering sound.
The nine dancers jumped and twisted their limbs, making the clicking sound more intensive, like the sound of raindrops hitting the ground.
The rain praying dance of the Rain tribe had a feature, that was, they needed to dance with their heads up.
For many tribes, it was normal and not unusual to dance with their heads up during the sacrificial dance. However, the Rain tribe was different. In their sacrificial dance, the dancers needed to always look up to the sky. The God of Rain they worshiped was naturally in the sky. They had to pray to the God and express the desires of the people of the tribe, hoping to be protected by the God. Of course, they had to look up to the sky with reverence.
And Yang Sui also took this opportunity to observe the movement in the sky.
Although the wind and sand were flying and he couldn't open his eyes, Yang Sui could still see the changes in the sky. This was his ability that was different from others. He relied on this to speculate the weather.
There was no rain!
There was no sign of rain at all!
Yang Sui gritted his teeth and continued. He knew that he was different from others. This was his pride. Perhaps, he could really break the deadlock and do what the ancestors couldn't do? If he worked harder, maybe it would be soon. There was no need for heavy rain, just two drops would be enough. Two drops would be enough.
Gradually, he felt that the power in his body was being drawn away, and he could feel the change of the fire seed.
Although there was still no rain in the sky, it was a good thing since the fire seed had changed!
The people of the Rain tribe standing below couldn't see the situation on the high platform at all, but some people close to the fire pit felt the change in the fire pit.
Hang Mang saw that the fire seed in the fire pit changed from the original red color to light gradually. And the surrounding temperature seemed to be reduced a little.
"This … this …" An old man rubbed his eyes, and his face was full of disbelief.
The muscles on He Chao's face twitched, and he said, "In the past, when the Shaman prayed for rain, such a situation also happened, but he didn't succeed in the end."
An old man on the side glanced at He Chao with sharp eyes, which made He Chao's scalp numb. He wanted to say something, but he had to shut up. Although many people supported them, some people were neutral. These people didn't care who was the Shaman. They only cared about whether they could succeed in praying for rain.
However, soon, as He Chao said, the color of the fire seed changed and the temperature decreased. It began to return to its original state.
Those who expected to succeed in praying for rain showed disappointment in their eyes.
Yang Sui, who was praying for rain, could feel that his heart was cold even if he couldn't see the change of the fire seed. Even if he had been mentally prepared, he was still very disappointed at this time.
It was like after hysterical roaring, he found that the person he wanted to wake up just yawned slowly and continued to sleep.
He was unwilling, but it was useless.
The dance of praying for rain was almost over.
After the fire seed became lighter, it returned to its original color.
He Chao's eyes flashed with joy. Looking at the large bundles of firewood not far from the fire pit, he was so excited that his hands trembled a little, and he couldn't wait to laugh out loud. Now, he only hoped that the rain praying ceremony on the high platform would end quickly. As long as it was over, he could ask people to set up a fire on the high platform!
At this moment, at the border of the Rain tribe, Shao Xuan, who stayed in the wooden house, was doubtfully observing a new pattern in the egg-shaped "shell" in his mind.
Shao Xuan had seen the new pattern here. Such a totem was engraved outside the wooden house where they lived.
This was the totem of the Rain tribe!
Just like the totem of the Drumming tribe, it was far smaller than the totem of the Yanjiao tribe, and it only appeared on the side, near the "eggshell".
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