north of the north

"Go!" Uta urged.

Chang Wuyong looked at the impatient look of the other party, and continued to follow obediently.In front of them is the largest tent.It seemed that Uta wanted to take her to meet the leader. Judging from Uta's proud expression, the leader probably had a very close relationship with Uta.Possibly his dad.

Uta has always been wary of Chang Wuyong's identity, and Chang Wuyong judged that he brought her there just to make trouble on this issue.When Freya was around, Uta had nothing to do with this problem, but the will of the next leader seemed to be out of Freya's control.

Freya has always been very kind to her, taking care of her in every possible way, and she also understands Uta's hostility towards her very well.As a woman, Freya obviously has a completely different status from other women in the tribe, and her appearance is also completely different.

It seems that Freya is looking for someone more authoritative behind her.

Thinking of this, Chang Wuyong had a bottom line in his heart.What she has to do now is to delay as much as possible.

Uta yelled outside the tent, and after getting permission, he went in with Chang Wuyong.

The tent was dark except for a small stone lamp.But burning charcoal fire, very warm.Sitting on the animal skin in the middle is an old man with gray hair. The old man has dark skin and is holding a white feather headband.He was wearing a robe made of animal skins of many different colors, forming a weird pattern on it, which looked a bit like an awkward smiling face.

Seeing Uta, the old man showed a loving smile.But when he looked at Chang Wuyou, his eyes were cold.Especially as Uta continued to tell, the old man's eyes swept up and down like poisonous snakes, which was useless.Looking at some bone bottles and jars on the stone behind the old man, Chang Wuyong realized that this should be the priest of this tribe.

After Uta finished speaking, the old man nodded.

Uta took a bone bowl and walked towards Chang Wuyong. He grabbed Chang Wuyong's hand and pulled out the hunting knife with his right hand.

"Wait." Chang Wuyong protested in the language she just learned, and she withdrew her hand.

"Blood, woman," Uta explained gruffly.

Of course, Chang Wuyong knew that this was a gesture to contain some of her own blood. She knew that many primitive tribes had their own rituals to judge good or bad.However, her purpose now is to delay time. She believes that as long as she handles it properly, Uta will never kill her on the spot.

"Tell me, what's going on." Chang Wuyong said word by word.

"Tell me, it's okay, blood." Chang Wuyong promised.

This is not an excessive requirement. Human society has always paid attention to the logic of cause and effect. Prisoners who are tried will be informed of their faults and rules.

But when there is a language barrier, this requirement is a bit embarrassing.Especially Uta, although he is very powerful, but his brain is not smart.Uta was stumped, but he also seemed to think Chang's useless request was reasonable.

So he began to use simple words and gestures to make gestures.

In fact, when he gestured for the first time, Chang Wuyong already knew what Uta meant.Blood is useless, and if something is broken, it is wrong, and if it is intact, it is right.Chang Wuyong understood that if she was wrong, she would be killed, and if she was right, she would survive.

But she pretended to be incomprehensible, incomprehensible but positive, she actively inquired and probed, and seemed to be more anxious than Uta.

After about 7 or 8 minutes, Chang Wuyong noticed that the priest was a little impatient, and Uta kept repeating the words "blood" and "immediately".Chang Wuyong knew that it was almost done, and she couldn't procrastinate any longer.

She held out her hand in agreement.

Uta snorted heavily, he took out the hunting knife and cut Chang Wuyong's palm, and took the bone bowl to catch the blood.

After receiving the blood, Uta quickly brought the bowl over, and the priest also started to pick up the bottles and cans at his hand, adding things to the blood.

They had absolutely no intention of stopping Chang Wuyong's bleeding, and Uta's wound was so big and deep that Chang Wuyong had to cut off his own shirt and wrap it up.

Uta handed the blood, and he ran out of the tent.After a while, men from the tribe walked into the tent one after another. They stood around and watched the sacrifice with bated breath, without saying a word.

The priest kept adding, stirring, and chanting words with his left hand, when the blood turned into a sticky black lump.He smeared blood on a piece of bone armor.

The bone armor was placed in a small stone basin.

Both the priest and Uta looked at the bone armor intently.

The black bone armor was lying quietly in the stone basin, it seemed that the bone armor was "that thing", but, it looked like this, the bone armor would not be broken no matter what.

"Bang" the bone armor suddenly ignited, and the dark green flames shone on everyone's faces.

The crowd began to murmur, and it was useless to notice fear, fear, and disgust appearing on their faces.This was a very bad omen, beads of sweat oozed from Chang Wuyong's forehead, she looked back quietly, but there was still no sign of Freya.

"Bang" the flames made a loud bang, and the bone armor was torn apart in the stone basin.

The crowd was in an uproar and began to riot.The few people who were close to Chang Wuyong retreated one after another, their faces full of fear.

Uta looked serious, and the development of the matter seemed to be beyond his expectation.

Only the priest was still sitting steadily, and he looked at Changfu with a half-smile.Is it his fault?Often useless surprise.

Why, often useless confused.She can understand Uta's malice towards her, it is a kind of guard against strangers, since Uta is willing to let her perform the ceremony, he has to explain it so hard, proving that if the ceremony is successful, it is possible for him to accept the often useless existence .

But the old priest... often felt a greater malice from him, as if to eliminate some kind of threat?Chang Wuyong didn't understand how he could make the old priest think she was a threat since he had just traveled through time.

Uta drew his knife.

The curtain of the tent was lifted suddenly, Chang Wuyong hurriedly turned his head, it was Freya, she was panting, her cheeks were rosy from running.Fu Liya walked to Chang Wuyong's side and squeezed her hand.

Chang Wuyong found that she had never put her hopes so heavily on one person.

Uta told Freya pointing to the stone basin.

Freya was silent. She looked at the stone basin and didn't speak for a long time.Uta handed the knife to Freya, the hand hovering in the air.

The priest spoke, his voice was hoarse, Chang Wuyou only understood one word.That word is, die.

Freya took the knife over.

The often useless heart suddenly tightened, maybe hope is used to bridge despair.

Freya turned around, lowered her head and didn't look at Changfu.She approached slowly, very slowly.

"Look at me." Chang Wuyou said.She wanted to look into someone's eyes before she died, at least, into a pair of eyes before she died.

Fu Liya raised her head, her eyes were still so pure, Chang Wuyong unexpectedly saw the watery light.

Freya actually cried, Chang Wuyou was extremely shocked.How long have they known each other?She is just a stranger with unknown background, what if she is really a person with ulterior motives?This person is so stupid, it is often useless to think about it.

But, so cute.

Chang Wuyong thought, is this the first time someone cried for her?yes?It turns out that the relationship between people is like this. No wonder many people around her are living so happily, as if there is so much hope in life.

Freya bit her lower lip tightly, she picked up the knife, and everyone was staring at her.

I saw Freya swiping the knife viciously——

Often useless did not hide.

There was a muffled "boom".

Freya stuck the knife on the ground and nailed it deep into the animal skin, leaving only the handle exposed.

"No." Freya shouted, she shielded Chang Wuyong behind her back.

The crowd was in an uproar.

This person is really stupid.Chang Wuyou thought about it, but her eye sockets were a little wet.

Uta was so angry that his veins bulged, he pulled out the hunting knife from the waist of the person around him, and pointed at Freya.

There was a sudden commotion in the tent, some wanted to drag Uta, some wanted to pull Freya, and some wanted to take the opportunity to arrest Chang Wuyong.The priest yelled several times, but no one listened, and everyone was arguing.

"Quiet." Amidst the noise, Chang Wuyou heard a soft male voice, as if speaking into her ear.As soon as he finished speaking, the tent fell silent, and everyone quickly stood up with their hands down.

Chang Wuyong saw a brown-haired man, wearing an overly thin black robe, he looked about 30 years old.He has blue eyes and delicate facial features, Chang Wuyong discovered that those eyes were exactly the same as Freya.

He waved to Chang Wuyong and asked Chang Wuyong to come to him.Immediately, he nodded gently to the priest, then turned and left.Fu Liya smiled at Chang Wuyong, took her by the hand and led her out.This time, no one dared to stop them.

When walking out of the tent, Chang Wuyong could still feel the priest's gaze, still staring at her back coldly.