I am a primitive

Han Cheng tapped on it with his fingers, making a muffled sound. It was not as good as the wooden barrel drums of later generations, but Han Cheng was very satisfied with being able to produce such drums under such conditions.

Han Cheng didn't let anyone beat the drum randomly.

Because of his words and knowing that it was used to worship the gods in the future, everyone remained curious and in awe of the new drum, including the few people involved in its manufacture.

After the drum was finished, Han Cheng ordered another two sticks with a diameter of about three centimeters and a length of thirty centimeters to come out. Appear.

The only thing that makes Han Cheng regret is that there is no red cloth or red fuel, otherwise the two drumsticks will be more festive and more emotional.

After the drumsticks were finished, the wood was cut out and bundled to make a drum frame. Only then did the set of things come together.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe has never looked forward to the arrival of a sacrifice like this time.

They eagerly wanted to know the effect of the exquisite things made by the Son of God with great effort, and how they could be used in sacrifices.

Even Wu, the old master, couldn't hold back the excitement and anticipation in his heart.

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It seemed that he wanted to watch this sacrifice of the Qingque Tribe. After the snow stopped, the sun, who hadn't shown up for a few days, showed his face today with a suffocated flush, shining golden light.

The white snow reflects the light, making it bright and dazzling everywhere.

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe didn't care about this at all. They stood on tiptoe and looked into the house with full of expectations.

In the room, stood Shenzi, Wu, Chief, Second Senior Brother, Shang, and Junior Brother Sha, the leading figures of the Qingque Tribe.

The Son of God standing in the middle, holding two drumsticks in his hand, was explaining something to the crowd, and they nodded their heads to show they understood what the Son of God meant.

After doing this for a while, the eldest brother came out and asked everyone standing outside to stand up, while the witch put on the feather crown and the bone staff in his hand.

As usual, it is enough for the witch to dance directly during the sacrifice, but this time it is obviously different.

The people of the Qingque tribe didn't learn to line up. Even though they tried their best to stand, they were still in a mess. There were some chaotic and inaudible sounds, like mosquitoes singing.

"Boom!"

At this moment, a dull voice suddenly came out, exploding in the ears.

The witch's body trembled, and the bone stick in his hand almost fell, and the senior brother and the others were also shocked. Even though they had received orders from the Son of God before, they were still distracted by the sudden explosion.

The buzzing sound outside the house disappeared, everyone became quiet, and many people opened their mouths.

After a short period of sluggishness, surprise, panic, fear... these emotions just appeared on them.

Some timid people trembled, and some even raised their heads to look at the sky.

The sky is bright and bright, not a cloud in sight...

Then... then where did the sudden thunder come from?

Everyone was puzzled, and at the same time, the fear of the unknown became even greater.

"Boom!"

While everyone was in doubt, there was another dull sound that was the same as before.

Then came a series of "Boom, boom, boom...!"

there!

It's the Son of God!

In the room, the senior brother and Shang, who were stunned by Han Cheng's sudden drum beating, were stunned for a while before remembering what the Son of God had told them before. They hurried to the back and stood on both sides of the totem pole.

With the two of them leaving, the scene inside the house that was originally blocked was finally clearly displayed in front of everyone.

Son of God!

It's the Son of God!

they thought to themselves.

Miko was holding a drum stick in each hand, and smashed it hard on the thing they had recently made, which Miko called a drum.

Every time the drumsticks fall, there will be a humming sound, the sound is like thunder when the weather is hot and rainy, it is awe-inspiring and trembling.

This was supposed to be something in the sky, but now it was tamed by the Son of God, and got their Qingque tribe...

At this moment, they suddenly had an urge to worship.

To the God of Heaven, to the Son of God, to this amazing drum that can thunder, this is an idea that they have never thought of in the previous sacrifices.

Wu Cang's old cheeks were pale at first and then flushed again, his eyes were looking at the drum being beaten by Shenzi, and his body was trembling with excitement.

Although he had learned about the function and effectiveness of the drum from Shenzi before, the power displayed by the drum at this time was still far beyond his imagination.

Did the Son of God put the thunder of heaven into this drum?He thought as much as the rest.

He was thinking like this, and it took him a while to suddenly remember what the Son of God had said before. While complaining about why he had delayed the sacrifice, he hurriedly prepared to start the sacrifice dance.

It was at this moment that the Son of God suddenly stopped.

The thunder disappeared, and the world suddenly became quiet. The god who held the drumstick frowned slightly, looked at the drum on the stand, and muttered to himself.

Wu was taken aback, stopped the dance that was about to start, and hurriedly approached Shenzi, wanting to know what happened.

But Shenzi murmured to himself in a low voice: "No, the voice shouldn't be so small..."

Wu froze and almost fell.

My God, this sound is almost knocking the roof off, you still don't think it's loud enough?

Even though he was as calm as a witch, he didn't know how to express his mood at this moment.

"Light a fire."

After thinking for a while holding the drumstick and talking to himself, Han Cheng suddenly spoke.

There are two people in charge of one fire and one fire, and a fire is quickly ignited outside the door.

Han Cheng asked the second senior brother and Sha junior brother who were originally arranged to carry the drum to carry the drum out.

The two have more respect for this thing that can make a thunderous sound, and there is awe in the respect.

Following Han Cheng's instructions, the two carefully carried the drum and followed Han Cheng out.