The day when the golden finger is lit in another world

Lin Xu had never seen the real sacrificial scene, so he didn't know when he should go out.

The people of this tribe walked in a hurry, they shrank their heads, hugged their bodies, and looked numb.

At this time, animal skins can't keep warm at all. Animal skins that have not been tanned are greasy and dirty, and the longer they are worn, the colder they will be. Wrapped dry and astringent, they can only provide basic warmth.

It can't be compared with the fur coat in Lin Xu's world at all.

Lin Xu observed them from the bushes not far away. The sacrifices they selected were three thin children. Their physique was not good. When they were carried out by the adults, their weak bodies were trembling. I don't know what is waiting for me, and my eyes are still full of confusion and some kind of expectation.

The old priest had snow-white hair like dry grass, bent his back, and led the tribe out with a wooden stick. They put the three children on the altar, which was built with dead wood branches.The man next to the priest was still holding a torch in his hand.

The surroundings were quiet, none of those people spoke, and no one made the slightest noise.

They are like stiff walking dead, their souls are hidden in the deepest darkness by themselves.

When they cannot fight against natural disasters with manpower, they choose to seek psychological comfort in this way.

Lin Xu understands and sympathizes, but cannot approve.

In ancient times, animal sacrifices were used for sacrifices, but living sacrifices were generally very common in this period.

Common sense cannot be used to judge good or bad situations in a certain period of time, but it is impossible for Lin Xu to turn a blind eye to these three children.

The people that Lin Xu brought back to the tribe before were all victims, people who were oppressed by the existing rules.He didn't know if he wanted to take these people back because they were the perpetrators.

But from another point of view, these people are not wrong, they are doing the tradition that has continued for an unknown number of years, and I don't think it is wrong. Of course there are wise men, but there are too few of them.You can't even fill your belly, and you can't wear warm clothes. Who has the time and energy to discuss "Is it right for me to do this?"

The white-haired priest started to move. He put down the wooden stick he was leaning on, looked at the sky numbly and solemnly, and watched the heavy snow falling on the silent ground.He raised his hands and muttered something, the distance was not too close, Lin Xu couldn't hear what he was saying, and occasionally heard a faint sound, it was a spell that Lin Xu couldn't understand.

The clansmen of the tribe surrounded the sacrifice. They knelt on the snow with their hands on the snow in front of them, and no one raised their heads.

The priest began to dance, it was a strange dance, as if the dancer had been broken,

Lin Xu kept watching, knowing that he had to interrupt the ceremony, otherwise it would be even more difficult to save the three children.

"Wait!" Lin Xu finally shouted.

For a moment, as if the air was stagnant, the priest stopped dancing. His old eyes were covered with lids due to muscle weakness and sagging skin, and he looked sleepy when he opened them.The flesh on his body was loose, as if it would leave the bones in a second and become an independent part.

The warriors stood up one after another, they scolded and roared, but they did not leave around the altar.They roared angrily, and then threw snowballs or other things at Lin Xu.

But the priest made a gesture, and everyone fell silent.

They stopped talking, stopped howling, and suddenly felt as if the mute button had been pressed.

The old priest walked over tremblingly, not even three meters away from Lin Xu. The two looked at each other, and no one looked away to show weakness first.

But the old priest was old after all, he coughed, looked at the strange clothes Lin Xu was wearing and the well-tanned fur coat, his eyes were shining.

"Who are you and where are you from?" The old priest spoke first, and the moment he saw Lin Xu, countless questions came to his mind.

Lin Xu said: "You don't need to know who I am, I come from the edge of the forest."

The old priest squinted at Lin Xu: "What do you want to do in our tribe? Traveling here in this weather is not something ordinary people can do."

"Thank you for your compliment." Lin Xu bowed his head very politely, "I want to take those three children and those who want to leave here."

The old priest remained calm: "Why do you think I will agree?"

"So I'll ask you first." Lin Xu was very humble.

The old priest smiled: "I don't agree?"

Lin Xu said: "Then I can only grab it hard."

This sentence seemed to please the old priest, he laughed loudly: "You alone, can you fight against our tribe?"

Lin Xu: "If I don't give it a try, how do I know I can't do it?"

"If I let you take them away, where are you going to take them?" The old priest's gaze was as sharp as an eagle's.He cuts straight to the very heart of the matter.

As an old man who has lived to almost 50 years old, his age is now equivalent to a hundred years old in this world. He is neither stupid nor stupid. He has more wisdom and experience.He knew that it was impossible for the tribe to survive until the beginning of spring relying on their own abilities.

This time the sacrifice was just a powerless struggle in the face of death.

Lin Xu wore a unique costume, braved such a bad snowy day, and did not lead a huge army of warriors.The old priest was inspired almost instantly. He knew that this man who had traveled a long distance might be their salvation this winter.But he kept his composure and did not humbly wag his tail for mercy.

Primitives are wise, but their wisdom is different from that of the present world.They rely more on their intuition and experience.Rather than a coherent analysis, you can never tell which is better.Because these two methods are based on the survival situation at that time.

"Go to my tent." The old priest issued an invitation. He staggered, and at a glance, he knew that his bones could no longer withstand the ravages of such bad weather.No one from the tribe came to support him. According to his status, he should have been forbidden to support him.

Lin Xu didn't move.

The old priest understood what he meant, and said to his own people, "Put them down."

Seeing the warriors carrying the child off the altar, Lin Xu heaved a sigh of relief, and followed the steps of the old priest into the largest and most luxurious tent.All the best animal skins are used in this tent, and each animal skin comes from the most powerful beast in the forest.The tents contained some beast skulls and strange bone beads.

The old priest pointed to the ground covered with animal skin carpets, and said, "Sit down."

Lin Xu sat down as he said, and the old priest took two pottery cups and poured two glasses of water for himself and Lin Xu.

Lin Xu stood up, took the glass of water with both hands, and said, "Thank you."

The old priest looked at Lin Xu's face and the short brown-red hair dyed and camouflaged by Lin Xu, and said, "Everyone in our tribe wants to live."

Lin Xu didn't speak. After all, as long as he can live, who doesn't want to live?

The old priest poked a small fire with a wooden stick that was used as a walking stick. The temperature inside the room was about ten degrees higher than outside, but it didn't have much effect.The old priest was too old, he looked like a mummy dug out of a coffin, only a pair of rolling eyes proved that he was still alive.

The firewood made a crackling sound.

"How many people can you take away?" the old priest asked, his cloudy eyes fixed on Lin Xu, as if to see if Lin Xu was lying.

Lin Xu asked back, "How many of you are there? I don't want the lazy and selfish, and I don't want the murderous."

The old priest smiled: "There are more than 50 people in total."

This is the population of a medium-sized tribe. Lin Xu nodded. It is not difficult to digest all of them.

"You can choose your own people." The old priest said, "I'm old, so I don't care so much about how long this tribe can last. Even a huge tribe like the blood beast will be gone if it disappears. Their gods are not Go save them."

It is a very miraculous thing to hear such words from a priest. Logically speaking, they should be defenders and supporters of theocracy. After all, it is the divine authority that gave them the status of priests and let them override their clansmen. .

Lin Xu said, "Okay, yes."

The old priest said, "I won't go."

Lin Xu was silent. He could understand what the old priest was jealous of. No leader of any tribe would tolerate the fact that the tribe who defected to retain their original priest. The power and cohesion of the priesthood are different from those of the patriarch.

"I will go to your tribe with you first." The old priest said, "If you have not lied, I will come back and let them pass."

"If I die on the road for reasons that have nothing to do with you, I will tell you the spell, and they will leave with you after hearing it." Although the old priest is old, he is still smart and considerate, "If I was killed by you Yes, then you won't know anything."

Lin Xu nodded: "Yes."

"Then when will you leave with me?" Lin Xu asked.

The old priest stood up tremblingly: "I'm going to tell my people."

He limped out, he was short and not strong, the years invaded his body, but did not defeat his will.

Lin Xu looked at the back of the old priest, somehow, felt that these priests were not all bad people, nor were they all thinking of their own interests.The old priest would give up the lives of the three children, but at this time he was willing to risk his own life to blaze a trail for his clansmen.

This doesn't seem like something that the same person can do, but the reality is this strange.

The old priest seemed a tangled contradiction—cruel and merciful.

But in the final analysis, he only has one wish, that is, no matter what means he uses, he wants the people of the tribe to live.

Not tribes, but people.

Lin Xu felt that he still had a lot to understand and learn. He was blinded by the thoughts summed up by people thousands of years ago. He took it for granted that everything related to theocracy was bad. OK, oppressing the lower classes.

But the old priest taught him that nothing can be killed with a single stick, and everything has two sides.

The old priest stood in the snow. His body didn't shake. He was so thin and looked so strong. He talked to the tribe's people, comforted them, and even hugged the children who had been selected as sacrifices one by one.

In front of his own people, the old priest kept a solemn expression, as if he was not going to a strange place, but to open up a new world.

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