The Journey of the Hairy Rabbit [System]

Remo's arm was still blue and black at the elbow joint.Maotu stretched out his hand and touched it tentatively: "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Lei Mo shook his head, Maotu's hand touched his arm, the whole arm was numb and itchy, and he could feel pain everywhere.

"Then how about this?" Maotu exerted a little more strength and rubbed.

Seeing that Lei Mo still shook his head and said: "Except for some itching, I hardly feel any pain."

"Okay, then bear with it, the medicine is probably taking effect." That's all Mao Rabbit could say.

"Ah."

Soon after, it became more and more itchy, so that an orc like Lei Mo, who has always been able to bear it, could hardly bear it. Finally, Maotu saw that he was really uncomfortable, so he found the thin cane that hadn't been thrown in the corner, Wrap Remo's half arm tightly.

"How is it? Does this feel better?" Maotu asked Lei Mo with a guilty expression on his face. If it really didn't work, he had to go to the system to ask.

"Okay, okay." Looking at Maotu's distressed face, he still couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, in the afternoon, Lei Mo slowly recovered.As the sun goes down, the evening of the winter festival is fast approaching.

The full moon hung high in the endless night sky, and all the members of the Lan tribe gathered at the tribe's new sacrificial ground. Two flaming flames fell on both sides, and they began to burn since the sun went down.

The first activity of the sacrificial night is to offer sacrifices. Every orc and female in the tribe holds a small bamboo tube in their hands. The bamboo tube contains the divided animal blood. Inside the stone shell pot prepared earlier.

Lei Mo and Maotu also stood in the middle of the crowd with bamboo tubes in their hands. There were not many people in front of them, and soon it was their turn.Mao Tu had never experienced such a ceremony, he followed closely behind Lei Mo, watched him solemnly walk forward, turned the bamboo tube in his hand down, and poured all the animal blood into the stone shell pot.

Maotu also looked serious, and followed Lei Mo's process without saying a word.In the huge sacrificial hall, the scene of hundreds of people was quiet, there was no chaotic and noisy sound, only the sound of liquid being poured into the stone shell pot.

The line was very long, but the speed of flow was very fast. It took more than half an hour at most, and the ceremony came to an end. At this time, Maotu saw the subgroup walking towards him quickly, and whispered: "Maotu, The patriarch and priest told you to go over there."

"What's the matter?" the fur rabbit asked softly.

"I don't know, there should be nothing wrong," Yaqun said.

"Go, I'll go there with you to see what the patriarch has to do." Remo said beside him.

Then they passed through the quiet crowd towards the edge of the sacrificial field.

At this time, the priest and the patriarch were waiting there, and there was no one else around.

"Patriarch, priest, did you ask me to come here?" Maotu asked.

"Have you learned all the sacrifice dances for Maotu?" He asked suddenly, he only heard from Karl that it seemed difficult for Maotu to dance.

"I've learned it, and Lei Mo will help me." Maotu said.

"That's good. You and Yaqun will dance on the stage later, and we will dance with you below." Meng said.

"Why are I and Yaqun jumping on it? And isn't there four people in total? What about the two?" Maotu suddenly became nervous when he heard that only he and Yaqun were jumping on it. Ask questions.

"To be honest, it's just you and the fur rabbit dancing. The time is too tight. You have to hold a couple ceremony with Lei Mo tonight. We'll talk about this issue tomorrow." The matter, whether it is him or the clansmen of the tribe, is done according to the requirements of each sacrificial ceremony. It is related to the matter of the beast god. tomorrow.

"Stop talking nonsense, the offering ceremony is about to end, I'll go up and preside over it now, you two are ready to go on stage and dance right away." Carl here said in a calm voice, and walked up to the altar after speaking.

What Karl said on the top, Maotu didn’t hear anything, he was nervous and wanted to run away immediately, there were so many people standing under the altar, he was going to dance on it, maybe he was waiting for him to go up At that time, my mind went blank, and I forgot everything I had learned before.

In the dark, Lei Mo squeezed his hand tightly, took him into his arms again, and whispered in his ear: "Don't worry, you will already be able to dance, we have practiced so many times, your body I have already memorized all those movements, you just need to walk on the platform, and when the singing starts, you will naturally jump up."

"It's okay, trust me, okay?" Lei Mo kept kicking the fur rabbit up and down, calming down the fur rabbit who was nervous because of dancing.

Soon, Karl came down from the altar, Maotu had to go up to the altar with Yaqun, they faced the clansmen, but Maotu didn't dare to look at the people below, even though he knew it was the most reassuring for him Remo stood at the front.

Then a long voice sounded, it was the singing of the sub-group, it was very clear and melodious in this windless night, and then the whole tribe sang together, the hairy rabbit only memorized the lyrics, but it didn't matter if it was mixed in People will hear him singing out of key.

When standing on it at first, Maotu was very nervous, and he could only remember the first few movements in his head.He simply closed his eyes as usual, and recalled the feeling when Lei Mo led him to dance. After a while, his body was the same as usual, and he found the rhythm by himself. People's singing subconsciously beat.

Under the altar, all the members of the Lan tribe sincerely offered dances and prayed for blessings. They had just experienced suffering, and their singing voiced strong expectations.Different from the humility and longing in the front, the singing becomes louder and more intense as you go to the back, which seems to show the determination of the Lan tribe people to strive for self-improvement.

Maotu is used to the solo singing of subgroups, but he doesn't know that the voice of the whole tribe with strong appeals is so wonderful. His body and brain seem to be out of his control, dominated by the sound and dance, but Maotu The rabbit didn't feel scared, but felt very comfortable.

In fact, the whole tribe is more or less caught in this situation, and Maotu is the center of the strange state, and the subgroup closest to him is affected most strongly, and the one who stands closest to the altar afterwards.

Standing in the middle of the line, the old priest Karl, who was still awake, opened his eyes and looked at the fur rabbit on the stand, then closed his slightly cloudy old eyes again, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.