The king's mainland talent plunder

Chapter 139 Ancient Ritual

As night fell, the bonfire was already lit. Surrounded by the crowd, Zheng Qing and Jia Luo were carried onto a sedan chair with an empty roof. At the same time, the bull demon was also locked in a wooden prison car and pushed out.

"hu.hu.hu.hu..."

A very fast-paced call came from the mouths of the villagers. This is an ancient ballad. The village head has already put on primitive makeup, followed by several young and strong men, who also put on red and white makeup on their faces. The oil paint, the mouth keeps making all kinds of strange noises.

The moonlight in the desert is unusually cunning. Since there is no light pollution here, the entire night sky is full of stars.

The gods descending on the King's Continent are all aliens, so the starry sky above will be full of dangers, and civilizations are hidden everywhere, and there may even be great god-level civilizations.

"Folks! The great demon king who has ravaged Yucheng for 18 years will be executed by us today!" The village chief raised his scepter and shouted victory: "First of all, let us welcome the great benefactor of Yucheng, Mr. Ming Shiyin and Ms. Gallo!"

"Ming Shiyin! Ming Shiyin!"

"Gara! Gallo! Galo!"

There are not many people in the village, only more than 20 people, but their cheers are deafening.This is not a simple cheer, but a voice that has been suppressed for 18 years and condensed after 18 years of precipitation.

There were cheers one after another, and the two sedan chairs were put on the ground. Zheng Qing and Jia Luo stepped down from the sedan chairs, and soon two women were holding wreaths, walked towards them, and put beautiful wreaths on them.

"As the great benefactor of Yucheng, we will always remember the kindness of Ming Shiyin and Jia Luo!"

"Our benefactor, please accept our respect!"

Everyone knelt down one after another, Zheng Qing and Jia Luo stood in front of the wooden prison cart, the light moonlight shone on the two of them, facing the worship of the crowd, the two knew that even if they stopped them, they would not listen.

This has been confirmed since daytime.

This is their culture, and Zheng Qing chooses to respect it.

A roasted whole lamb was pulled out of the house, and the roasted whole lamb was skewered on a wooden cart, and roast chickens were hung on both ends.

The roasted whole lamb was gradually pulled in front of Zheng Qing and Jia Luo, the village head handed the dagger to Zheng Qing, and said, "Benefactor, please eat the lamb."

As long as the dagger in Zheng Qing's hand separates the crispy skin of the roasted whole lamb, the bull demon will be executed as a sacrifice. The villagers will use the bull demon as a sacrifice to pay homage to the dead.

Looking at the dagger against the moonlight in his hand, Zheng Qing sighed slightly. A hero who has lived for thousands of years and was once a high-level hero of level 12 is about to die in his own hands.

Zheng Qing held the dagger, lightly scratched the skin of the roasted whole lamb, and made a crisp sound of 'click'. Just by the crispy touch, Zheng Qing knew that this roasted whole lamb was very good. And also spent a lot of time cooking roast whole lamb.

"hu.hu.hu.hu..."

These shouts are like giant drums. When they shout, Zheng Qing's heart beats. This is the most authentic and primitive art!

Two teams of people came in front of the Bull Demon with strange dancing postures. They opened the cage, and a chain locked the arms and legs of the Bull Demon. To another campfire.

Under the signal of the village chief, Zheng Qing handed the knife to Jia Luo. Jia Luo didn't have as many thoughts as Zheng Qing, she just wanted to see the Bull Demon be punished.

She smoothly cut a knife on the skin of the whole roasted lamb.

The village chief immediately opened his mouth wide, and his whole body began to shake around, shaking his head like a spinning top. One after another, incomprehensible songs came out of the village chief's mouth. Those ancient songs seemed to guide the soul into the underworld. the guide.

After 2 minutes, the people who were dancing the original dance steps around the Bull Demon stopped, and the village chief who was like a great dancer also stopped. He took out a wine bowl from nowhere, and then he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

The village head spat into the bonfire in front of him, and the alcohol sprayed out from the mouth of the village head to form wine mist. With a 'boom', a fire snake penetrated the bonfire, as if purifying the road to the underworld with a holy bonfire , so that the souls of the dead can walk more smoothly.

Although the village head is short and weak, he can complete this complex consciousness without the support of others, which is enough to prove that the village respects this consciousness, and beliefs cannot lie.

The village head took a deep breath, and then burst out: "Let the soul out of the body!"

The high-spirited ancient ballads sounded again, and everyone danced and sang. They picked up their long knives one after another, and the Bull Demon knelt under the moonlight.

In the shadow of swords and swords, the smell of blood soon spread.

They all knew that the bull demon was a hero, so the long knife and the long sword were aimed at the heart of the bull demon, which is the core of all living things. Once the heart is pierced, it is almost a dead end.

The huge body of the bull demon crashed to the ground, and the ancient ballad became louder and louder. The village head was surrounded by mature men who were performing the ceremony. They sang and danced, and the village head gradually raised his hands, cheering for victory.

From Zheng Qing's point of view, under this ancient sacrificial ceremony, the village head is wrapped in ancient songs, as if he is the chief of an ancient tribe.

"Is this the way of life of primitive people?" Zheng Qing didn't feel sad because of the death of the Bull Demon, which he deserved. Instead, Zheng Qing was intrigued by Yucheng's primitive way of life.

As a way of life of primitive people, this kind of sacrificial ceremony has been passed down from generation to generation for thousands of years, which is a very remarkable thing in itself.

This time I came to Yucheng, and I gained a lot.

The ceremony gradually came to an end, and under the moonlight, the body of the bull demon became colder and colder. At this moment, the system suddenly sounded: "The lost hero inheritance has been detected, and the hero inheritance is being captured..."

"The capture is successful. Do you want to absorb the hero's inheritance to increase energy, or keep the hero's inheritance and reshape the bull demon in the future?"

Listening to the words of the system, Zheng Qing only had one question - after reshaping the bull demon, is this bull demon still the original bull demon?
"Reshaping the hero will create a brand new bull devil. Except for the same natural ability as before, the reshaped bull devil is another bull devil in terms of character and appearance."

"Since it is a brand new hero, then help me keep it." Zheng Qing said solemnly.

The heroic heritage of the Bull Demon was quickly stored by the system. Although I don't know how to reshape the Bull Demon, it is always right to keep this heroic heritage, and it will definitely be useful in the future.

After Zheng Qing thought about it, he looked away from the cold corpse.

From now on, the corpse of the bull demon has become an ordinary corpse, and all the essence is concentrated in the hero inheritance.

But at this moment, a hoarse nightmare came from the darkness: "The blade burns the soul and makes us what we are today."

(End of this chapter)