In a blink of an eye, two days passed, and we were bored and we visited the first half of the tribe. Moreover, there were already many witch girls familiar with us, and they would stop to say hello when they met.

However, in the past two days and two nights, not to mention Xiao Yuwei's shadow, even the old witch had never seen it. I think it was because she had never appeared in the tribe.

Today is the 70th birthday of the leader of the Witch Clan. Almost the entire tribe is full of joy, and it is even more lively than the New Year.

Every few steps, you can see at least a Miao woman in beautiful clothes, smiling like a flower, and Wu Yue has become the focus of everyone's attention. She wears a special set of exquisite and gorgeous Miao clothes and a cold face, which makes even the driver's eyes shine, not to mention the teenagers of the Wu tribe.

But for some reason, at this moment, I miss Yuwei very much, and the figure who was once in the ancient tomb, with a red body, like a god descended from the tomb.

What is strange about the witch tribe is that they put the birthday party and reunion at night, perhaps because of the reason for cooperating with the sacrificial ritual.

In the evening, senior officials of the Wu clan, as well as people from several major tribes, as well as young talents from the Wu clan, all gathered in the square.

In the center of the square, there is a hexagonal table, half a person tall, large, and very exquisite. It doesn't feel like a table used for sacrifices, but a work of art and a very precious antique.

Especially when Fatty, a wealthy fan, almost leaked out the water after seeing this table.

I turned my eyes white and frowned and continued to look over.

On the sacrificial table, there are nine golden wine glasses, sterling silver vases, three talisman papers, divine hexagrams, and a very small and exquisite gong and drum face.

Not only that, the six legs of this table were all tied with flags of different colors. There was a huge basin under the table, and in the basin, there were three silver talisman papers!

"Is this the altar for praying for immortality?" The fat man asked in a voice that only I could hear.

My face was solemn and I didn't answer. It seemed that this was true, but why did I always feel strange?

This kind of altar is extremely mysterious and unpredictable.

"The sacrifice begins!"

Wu Yue stepped forward and lit an incense stick, inserted it into the incense burner on the square table opposite the altar, with a sacred but indifferent voice.

I became even more solemn. Wu Yue's expression felt strange. It seemed that there was no joy of praying for immortality for his father, but instead the indifference of doing business.

"Grandma, can you pray for immortality?" Xuan'er was obviously a little stunned.

With her strength, she can barely be considered a great wizard, but she seems to have never seen such an altar.

"It's somewhat similar to the rituals praying for health and longevity, but it's also a little different." Lian Xuan'er's grandmother showed a deep-skinned expression.

I curled my lips and looked at Wu Yue and his father coldly. I didn't believe it at all. Wu Yue, who was so scary, could her father be so simple? Maybe this altar is not that simple.

I believe in my intuition very much. Although I can't tell what's wrong now, I always feel awkward.

While thinking, the high priest who was responsible for the sacrifice came into the venue.

When I saw that face clearly, my back suddenly became cold, and I became more sure of my guess.

This high priest is actually the missing nanny!

"Xuan'er, who is this person?" I quietly pulled Xuan'er, and Xuan'er took the opportunity to retreat behind and curled her lips, "This is the great elder of the Witch Clan, the high priest of the Witch Clan, Wu Qing!"

I sneered, and it was indeed Wu Qing. When she was a nanny, she changed her name to Wu Qing, so I was a little suspicious. But I still underestimated her. Unexpectedly, she was still the high priest of the Witch Clan.

This means that only the leader of her position in the witch clan can compare with her. The saint whom everyone admires is just a junior who should be obedient in front of her.

Moreover, I found that among the top leaders of the three major tribes in Miaojiang, it seems that women occupy a large part of the position, which is surprising.

While talking, the high priest Wu Qing took out a metal stick wrapped in gold cloth from her arms and placed it next to the gongs and drums on the table.

At the same time, she waved her hand and the three talisman papers on the table floated up, forming a windmill shape, without wind, and it rotated continuously.

Wu Qing picked up the gongs and drums and hammers. The sound of slap and dull gongs and drums came out in the crispness, echoing throughout the tribe. The three rotating spells burned at the same time, but the rotation speed did not decrease.

"Damn, this is just an invincible Hot Wheel!" The fat man underestimated in surprise. Although the voice was not loud, several people still heard it. Fortunately, they were basically from the He family.

Xuan'er and I stared at the fat man one after another. This guy's bad habit of being a little bitchy, so why didn't he restrain himself anywhere?

Wu Qing's lips opened slightly, as if she was chanting a mantra, but her voice was very small, so we couldn't hear clearly what she was chanting.

What happened next is even more strange

Wu Qing actually carried the gongs and drums, and beat them while walking, gradually walked out of the altar and walked into the tribe.

Moreover, she added the road, which was covered with black carpet, which was very strange.

"What the hell is this?" Xuan'er muttered to herself in surprise. It was obvious that Wu Qing's rituals were not common.

"Behind Wu Qing, the leader of the Wu clan, Wu Yue, Wu Ri, and many others followed one by one and walked slowly into the night.

After the high priest left, not only the guests from several of our tribes, but also the members of the witch clan, all of whom were whispering, and they were obviously discussing the ritual that arises from this prayer.

"Sister, what do you think?" Xuan'er's grandmother looked at the old man Xu Xiu with a smile. Xu Xiu didn't laugh, and stared at the hexagonal table with deep eyes.

I was moved. At the scene, I guessed that the strongest person was the old man Xu Xiu. Judging from her appearance, she didn't understand the ritual very well, and she felt a little hesitant.

"Although the witchcraft of our three tribes is different, the general direction is still the same. I have never heard of this kind of spell!" Grandma Xuan'er shook her head slightly and exchanged a wink with Xu Xiu.

While talking, the priest troops who left returned.

However, behind Wu Qing, it was not Wu Yue and the others who followed him, but eighteen guys wearing long robes and cloth covers.

This outfit is similar to the body An Muxue drove away.

Not bad! It's the corpse!

Although these eighteen guys are easy to move, they are always a little different from living people. There are also some things that make me feel bad.

These eighteen people, regardless of height or size, are all in shape!
Chapter completed!