Miranda studied the Mind Spell beside Hoffa, her expression changing unpredictably.
The native Peruvian wizards came and went around them, carrying tables, cushions, baskets, beast legs, and the like. They seemed to be preparing for some activity, and everyone had an excited look on their faces.
Hoffa sat alone in the chair for a while. His body gradually recovered some strength, but his spirit was still weak. What he wanted most now was to stay still and not let anyone disturb him.
Unfortunately, things did not go as he wished.
After a while, the old chief, Inhanio, rushed to Hoffa and Miranda with a group of tribal women. He stood beside Hoffa's chair, bowed, and looked at him respectfully and nervously. "Hero, may I ask if you are free?"
Hoffa glanced at him and only remembered that this person was called Inhanio …
"What's wrong?" he asked tiredly, his eyes unfocused.
The old chief, Inhanio, was suddenly energized. He patted his chest excitedly. "Didn't we get rid of those damn sleepwalkers and save our plantation? It just so happens that today is our harvest festival. If possible, I would like to invite you to stay here for the night and participate in our harvest ceremony. "
After using the Mind Spell, Hoffa was physically and mentally exhausted. Listening to the old man blabbering on, he felt that it was too noisy. If he were to make a decision again, he would feel even more powerless.
He did not want to think for the time being. He just wanted to stay in the chair and not move.
So he snorted twice to express his vague wishes.
Fortunately, there was a sober Miranda beside him. Miranda stood up, put her hands on her hips, and said, "Hey, Inhanio, don't bully him because he doesn't understand. Your harvest festival is clearly next month. "
The old chief complained incessantly. "Isn't this an unnecessary move? After dealing with those sleepwalkers, we'll definitely have a good harvest this year. Is there even a need to think about it? Besides, the previous Harvest Festival was decided by the previous chief. It's not appropriate. I've long wanted to change it."
Miranda raised her eyebrows suspiciously, and Inhanio immediately took a step forward. "Why are you in such a hurry to go back? You know, you haven't checked our green cocoa stock yet. If we don't check the inventory, how can we discuss the price? "
Miranda raised her furrowed brows. "What's wrong? Would you let me check your inventory? Didn't you not allow me to step within 100 meters of the warehouse? Didn't you treat it as an absolute forbidden area of your tribe? "
"Uh … this …"
The old man rolled his eyes and looked at Huo Fa, who was drooling and staring blankly. He immediately patted his chest and said, "Isn't this a better way to connect with the market? Since you really have the ability to protect us, we naturally have to give you more authority."
"Ha!"
Miranda rolled her eyes. "Alright."
She bent down and whispered into Hoffa's ear, "Let's stay here for a night. I want to check their green cocoa stock so that we can set a price for the goods. What do you think?"
Hoffa did not want to make a decision. He swallowed his saliva and made the simplest sound of acknowledgement. Then, he did not say anything else. His saliva flowed out again.
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That night.
A full moon rose high in the mountains of southern Peru.
Under the light, the mountains were covered in a mysterious luster.
Miranda was dragged by the Peruvian tribal wizard Inhanio to check the amount of green cocoa stock. Hoffa was left sitting alone on the chair, drooling as he wandered between his thoughts and the mystery of emptiness.
The village had been cleared out to create a large open space. There was a bonfire placed every few meters on the open space. Some men led the cows to the fire. They pressed the cows on the ground and cut their throats. They knelt on the ground, raised their heads, and took turns to drink the fresh blood of the cows.
Men, women, old, and young all came forward to have a cup.
Then, they slaughtered the cows. They skinned and cleaned the innards. After cutting them open, they roasted them on the fire.
That was only the first step. Soon, those people got busy. All kinds of animals and plants were taken out. Alpacas, guinea pigs, raw fish, all kinds of grains, and colorful … potatoes.
Under the moonlight, they began to cook happily.
Smoke floated into the air, blurring the moon.
After a while, the natives' ceremony began.
After cooking, they began to sing and dance around the food. There were men and women. They all wore grass skirts and walked barefoot on the sand.
The men sat on the ground and happily beat the drums. From time to time, they would let out animal-like shrieks. They looked primitive and ancient.
To the beat of the drums, the women arched their legs, twisted their waists, and wrapped their hands above their heads. They used the simplest and most ancient dance to interpret body language and communicate with the gods and nature.
The firelight painted their thighs and skin, covering their brown skin with a layer of gold.
It had to be said that in terms of health, these natives who lived in primitive areas were healthier than the residents who lived in the steel jungle. Their teeth were neat, their thighs were slender and tight, and their muscles were well-developed. Their figures were the standard golden ratio.
The dance and banquet lasted for a long time. Hoffa sat on the chief's chair, motionless. He had no intention of joining the activities at all, like a statue.
He didn't recover much of his spirit, or rather, his spirit had recovered a little, but not much remained in reality.
Hoffa could sense that a part of his spirit still existed in the Flow Curse, causing his attention to be unable to be diverted to external things. Therefore, what those people were doing was like a background to him.
He could vaguely see their dance steps and their singing, but he couldn't focus on a specific person or thing. Everything was blurry.
The only thing clear was his thoughts.
It was like a stream, flowing unhurriedly.
Hoffa sat by the river and watched his thoughts flow. There was no hindrance or fluctuation.
Occasionally, he would have a flash of inspiration, and think of Silby.
If he had this curse, then for a thousand years, would Silby also sit on the chair and be immersed in the mysteries of the Flow Curse?
If he only saw half of the curse.
Then what was the other half?
If Silby could experience the complete curse, then would he always be in bliss?
What would the complete Flow Curse look like?
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.....
Clatter, boom boom boom …
The sound of clapping and drumming came from afar, gradually invading Hoffa's thoughts.
He slowly raised his head from the stream of thoughts.
He saw that in the real world, the natives had stopped dancing by the fire and ran to his side.
They raised a pile of raging flames around Huo Fa. The flames were made of many unknown fruit shells, giving off a strong nutty fragrance that was very pleasant to the nose.
Then, an extremely old woman walked out of the crowd. She carried something on her back and stood tall.
Her hands were trembling as she held something that looked like a crown in her hands. There were feathers of six different colors on the crown, and the skull of an eagle.
Seeing that thing, Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable.
He was a student of Ravenclaw, and the eagle was his totem. His Animagus was the Thunderbird, and he did not like using the corpse of his totem as decoration.
However, out of courtesy as a guest, and to respect the local customs, he did not move. He allowed the old woman to put the strange feather crown on his head.
That was not the end. After the old woman finished putting the crown on his head, she used her skinny fingers to smear all kinds of paint on his face.
After doing all this, the native shamans cheered.
Hoffa forced a smile and cooperated with them. However, he felt like leaving.
After the old woman left, a few young, graceful, brown-skinned women came up. They walked up slowly, holding metal plates, and presented him with food as if he was an Incan king.
Hoffa was very happy that someone brought him food.
He had used a lot of mental and physical strength to use the Mind Flow Curse, so he needed to replenish his energy.
However, when he took a closer look, there were raw fish, potatoes, and … a bloody cow heart, a piece of alpaca meat that had just been cut, and a lively guinea pig …
This made his good mood disappear without a trace.
If Miranda had treated him to rare food from all over the world last time, it could indeed be eaten raw.
However, Hoffa had seen all these things before, and they could not be eaten raw at all.
The fishy smell assaulted his nose. He felt that these natives were messing with him, so he wanted to leave angrily to find Miranda and leave with her.
He struggled and tried to get up. However, at this moment, he realized that many small people had grown out of the chair he was sitting on. They were grabbing Hoffa's clothes like a tug-of-war and pressing him down on the chair.
'Hmm?'
He shook his head hard.
However, he realized that his body was anesthetized and could not move.
He looked at the flames again and knew that something was wrong.
The smoke, the smoke that the natives were burning in front of him, was made with materials that had a strong hallucinogenic effect.
A few young women were getting closer and closer to him with plates.
Hoffa was even more disgusted. It was not only because they had invaded his territory and forced him out of the Mind Flow state, but also because they were taking advantage of him.
'What are they trying to do? 'Are they feeding me raw food or treating me as a sacrificial object?
'Maybe it's the latter.'
The women were getting closer and closer to him.
The men continued to dance, holding hands. They spoke in a language that he did not understand and did not communicate. Carrying torches and beating drums, they walked and danced around him in circles.
The circles became smaller and smaller, and the men who were beating the drums were getting closer and closer to him. In the end, they were so close that Hoffa could smell the sweat on their bodies.
"Damn it …"
Under the anesthetic smoke, he tried his best to lift his eyelids.
This simple action scared the dancing natives so much that Zizi took a big step back.
Whoosh, thump, thump …
However, the dance was not over. The natives seemed to be testing his patience. After dancing for a while, they saw that he did not continue to move. They beat the drums again and got closer and closer to him. However, as long as Hoffa showed the slightest dissatisfaction, they would immediately retreat.
The cycle continued.
They looked curiously at Hoffa, who was sitting on the chief's chair, like a group of monkeys looking at a sleeping King Kong. Or like hyenas staring at the food beside a lion.
The natives were not the most annoying. A native woman took out a small silver dagger and cut off a piece of cow's heart. In the blood, she held the piece of cow's heart in her mouth and wanted to feed it to Hoffa.
Although the woman looked hot and healthy, Hoffa could not tolerate this way of eating. It was too challenging.
Whoosh, thump, thump …
The dance and drumming continued, and the woman's lips with the heart were getting closer and closer to Hoffa.
He tried his best to look down and look at his fingers. (In the hallucinogenic drug, his blood was surging like a river, causing his face to turn red. Beside his fingers, there were hundreds of little girls. They smiled and pulled Hoffa's fingers, fixing him on the chair.)
"Reverse … Reverse flow …"
He spat out a word with difficulty.
Suddenly, the woman with the cow's heart retreated and walked down the steps. Smoke was blown out of Hoffa's nose. The natives who were playing the drums and dancing started to turn counterclockwise.
An old woman with her back facing the crowd walked back and placed her hand on the feather crown on Hoffa's head.
Everything returned to the moment when Hoffa was put on the feather crown.
But this time, he wasn't going to be so reasonable. He took advantage of the fact that the hallucinogenic smoke hadn't accumulated in his body yet. Hoffa struggled to stand up and kicked away the old woman who was about to put the crown on his head.
The old woman screamed and rolled on the ground.
Hoffa also rolled off the chair and onto the sand because he had used too much strength and was exhausted.
After landing, he quickly held his breath and staggered to his feet. He rushed to the place where Miranda had left.
He had to find Miranda and get her to take him away from this strange place.
Seeing that the "hero" who was supposed to accept their sacrifice had run away from the chief's throne.
The native men were shocked and stopped playing the drums. The old woman sat up from the ground. She cried out loudly.
The native men quickly put down the drums and stopped dancing. The native woman who was preparing food also threw away the plate and chased after the men.
Under the moonlight, a strange scene appeared.
A black-haired youth was limping on the sand. He had one hand on his crotch and the other on his lungs as he panted heavily. Behind him was a large group of natives.
The side effect of the Heart Flow Curse made Hoffa unable to run fast at all. In addition, the hallucinogenic smoke that the damn natives had made him breathe in made him even more confused. He only felt that his blood was flowing faster and faster, and his heart was beating faster and faster as if it was going to jump out of his chest.
The natives were shouting and getting closer to him.
Hoffa raised his hand and used a hundredfold Stillness, making them as slow as a turtle.
However, using the power of time in this state was very exhausting.
The energy expended was enormous. He fell to the ground, onto the sand, and the sweat on his forehead soaked his hair.
In the thick smoke, he panted and looked at the moon in the sky.
The big moon seemed to be laughing at him.
Asking him if he regretted it.
Indeed, he had escaped the Night God's curse and become like a normal person. He would not feel anything strange during the day or night.
However, he also did not have the Night God's blessing. He would not feel unlimited energy at night, nor would he have an amazing body that was immune to poison.
"Damn it …"
He turned around and crawled toward the Peruvian natives' warehouse. He remembered that Miranda and the chief were there to count the green cocoa.
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