World Occult Usage Guide

Chapter 237 Ancestral Spirit
“Misuru, our chief forbids you from hunting here!”

"Trinities without the protection of 'ancestral spirits' should get out of the 'Tigerfish's' territory!"

"You actually killed a hippopotamus..."

After a fierce battle with the male hippopotamus, the man nicknamed Misuru, who was dressed in traditional New Year's attire, ran out of weapons, was covered in mud, and was panting heavily. In contrast, the other group was fully equipped and in good condition.

If I'm not mistaken, their leader had a pistol tucked into his waistband.

Looking at this outdated weapon, Lin An felt a sense of returning to modern society.

The infrastructure of the United Kingdom and Bantu is vastly different, separated by at least several centuries, making it hard to believe that they are two countries on the same planet.

Knowing he was no match for her, Misuru clenched his fists at his sides and tried to keep his tone calm.

"Tigerfish Tribe, I did not mean to trespass into this place. I just chased the male hippo that killed my father for five days, going downstream, and I don't really know where I am."

"You killed this hippopotamus all by yourself?" The leader looked at Misuru, whose body was covered in mud and blood, with a hint of fear in his eyes.

Even from a great distance, Lin An could sense the man's hostility. Misuru's powerful hunting ability and his feat of lying in wait for five days and killing a large prey like a hippopotamus made him feel threatened.

The best approach is obviously to fabricate a few lies, such as claiming that the hippo was bitten by one of its own kind while fighting for territory, and that you got the free ride, thus avoiding the person's hostility.

Unfortunately, Misuru remained silent for a moment before answering with his neck stiff.

"That's right!"

These words elicited a series of gasps; killing a hippopotamus single-handedly was clearly a remarkable feat.

The leader, with a gun at his waist, raised his hand, his eyes revealing a murderous intent.

“Misuru, you have trespassed into the tigerfish’s territory. So we will not only confiscate your prey, but also punish you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin An felt a wave of dizziness, and the air was thick with gunpowder smoke.

Without saying a word, the leader suddenly drew his gun and fired. Misuru quickly followed the vines and disappeared back into the woods.

The bullets whizzed past, causing the trees to tremble.

My lord, times have changed...

If it weren't for the leader's terrible marksmanship and Misuru's unusual reaction, he would probably be dead on the spot.

Modern laws are difficult to apply in Bantu, a land rife with war and chaos, let alone in the sparsely populated rainforest.

The law of the jungle prevails here.

They only worship the most powerful and purest forces.

At the chief's command, the agile tribesmen climbed the tree where Misuru was hiding at the same speed. The leaves rustled and shook, as if a fierce hand-to-hand combat was taking place inside.

Less than a minute later, Misuru's body crashed heavily to the ground, new bloodstains appearing on his old scars.

Before he could get up, the leader stepped forward and pointed his gun at his head.

"Ping!"

There was no unnecessary talk; it was pure slaughter.

Death loomed close to Misuru, who gritted his teeth and glared angrily at the ruthless leader, determined to die rather than submit.

Just when he thought he was going to die, a strong wind blew, sending the leader flying backward.

Misuru blinked and saw a tall, slender young man with black hair and black eyes appear before her like a light gray mist, skimming across the ever-flowing river.

The young man's feet were off the ground, he held a magic wand with two snakes coiled around it, and his eyes were indifferent.

The leader's back slammed hard against the tree. Instead of giving up, he reversed his gun and fired directly at Lin An.

"Woo!"

As the wind whistled, Lin An activated the Philosopher's Stone, the airflow enveloping the bullet, and then the metal inside transformed, a nail "plop" piercing the leader's left eye.

My lord, times have changed again!

It's Comors' time!

"Ahhh!"

The chieftain, whose eye had been blinded by an iron nail, screamed in agony, stunning the dumbfounded tribesmen.

They felt the young man floating in mid-air glance at them with a faint look, which frightened them so much that they screamed and scattered in all directions.

The leader wanted to run with them, but a tentacle bound his ankle. Then it snaked up his calf and tied him up in an instant.

Fear and faith submerged in the ocean V, [Luca]'s tentacles summon.

Lin An floated forward and looked down at his prisoners.

The leader's appearance was completely different from Misuru's. He was like most of the Southern Continent people that Lin An had seen in Eagle Country: dark skin, short head, protruding chin, thick lips, and flat nose.

But Misuru was long-limbed, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and even a prominent aquiline nose. His features carried a youthful, somewhat naive, and sharp air, making him look very much like someone from the Mediterranean region.

Lin An heard that some Bantu peoples originated from the Kingdom of Abyssinia and were closely related to the ancient Greeks and Egyptians.

However, before the arrival of the Flemish, the Bantu had no racial distinctions. Various ethnic groups intermarried and their bloodlines merged, living together in the form of kingdoms and tribes without distinction.

It wasn't until the colonists introduced the concepts of "Hutu" and "Tutsi" that they measured the width of each Bantu person's nose. Those with wide noses were "Hutu," and those with narrow noses were "Tutsi."

Only one-tenth of the population was classified as Tutsi, and the colonists appointed them to govern the Bantu while instilling in the people the distinction between nobles and commoners.

However, when forced to relinquish governance, the Flemish deliberately handed over all power to the Hutu.

The result was predictable: the Hutu, who had been oppressed for nearly a century, had long forgotten that they were no different from the Tutsi, and began to kill each other endlessly, regarding them as traitors, enemies, and lackeys of outsiders.

Under the deliberate misleading influence of the Flanders and neighboring countries, the Hutu formed the "Patriots League," indiscriminately massacring Tutsi people, even those who had done nothing wrong, merely possessing Tutsi ID cards.

This happened twenty years ago.

Since then, the Bantu have almost disappeared from the international scene. Lin An heard that with the help of some international organizations and peacekeeping forces, ethnic tensions have improved considerably.

However, the new president issued a number of incompetent decrees, causing these historical problems to linger.

"Who are you! Let me go!" The bound chieftain's face darkened with fear as he shouted, his voice sharp but weak. "Otherwise, the ancestral spirits of the Tiger Fish Tribe will not forgive you!"

Ancestral spirits?

What official title is this?
Combining local mythology, a flash of inspiration struck Lin An.

The term "ancestral spirits" is likely closely related to the occult theories of the Bantu and the entire Central South region.

The Bantu people believe in a cosmology called Bakongo, a key feature of which is the sun and its motion.

Originally there was only a circular void called mbngi, but the creator Nzambi Mpungu summoned sparks that grew continuously until they filled the void and exploded.

The heat released by the sparks, along with the sun, stars, planets, and other elements, formed the universe.

This is very similar to the theory of the Big Bang.

After the Creator created the world, He transformed into a clockwise spiral of energy, and therefore had the nickname Kalenga, the God of Change.

The world of Kalenga features images of crosses in its murals and artifacts, with the Creator himself suspended at the center of the cross.

The cross divides the world into four areas, representing the times of sunrise, noon, sunset, and sunset, which also correspond to the four stages of life.

Conception, birth, maturity, and death, also known as Musoni time, are four cycles distributed in a circle on the cosmological map.

Anything with life can go through these stages, whether it's a planet, plant, animal, human, society, or even thought.

The horizontal line where the Creator is located is called the Karenga Line, which means "the threshold between two worlds," the middle passage between the body and the soul, the boundary and intersection between the living and the dead, and is usually represented by concrete concepts such as rivers and oceans.

The upper part of the Kalenga, representing birth and maturation, corresponds to the material world, or Kunseke, while the lower part represents the spiritual world of the ancestors, corresponding to conception and death, and is called Kumpemba.

The Kalenga Line separates the two worlds, placing creatures on either side. The Bantu people believe this line is like a river, carrying people between life and death.

This process repeats itself continuously, which is why people are constantly dying and being reborn.

The Bantu people's view of life and death coincides with the concept of "reincarnation," and the "ancestral spirits" are those ancestors who are in the spiritual world after death, waiting for the next conception.

In the language of the Dragon Kingdom, "ancestral spirits" stand on the Bridge of Helplessness, waiting for souls to drink Meng Po's soup and line up to be reincarnated. They were relatively powerful in life, so they can retain their consciousness in the underworld.

People also firmly believe that ancestral spirits can cross the Karenga Line, attach themselves to the living, help them solve their problems, or give them some ancient wisdom or extraordinary power.

Previously, the tribesmen repeatedly mentioned the term "ancestral spirit" in their conversations. Lin An guessed that this referred either to a warlord who controlled weapons or to a mysterious figure.

"Lord Ancestral Spirit?"

Misuru's astonished voice came from behind.

He was closest to Lin An and had excellent eyesight, so he clearly saw how Lin An effortlessly deflected the bullets and cleanly and efficiently dealt with the Tigerfish tribesmen.

For a moment, his eyes shone with a bright light, like a clear and pure flame, reflecting countless images of Lin An's back.

This overlapped with the image of the father that Misuru admired, and it also vaguely reminded him of a goal worth pursuing in his memories, filling the emptiness in his heart where he had finally avenged his great enemy.

In an instant, the young man, who had been filled with hostility, relaxed.

"Are you... an ancestral spirit?" Misuru asked nervously. "Are you my ancestral spirit?"

His reaction further convinced Lin An of his suspicions.

Very good, the ancestral spirits are the mystics.

Based on the known information, Lin An pondered for a moment and came up with a way to quickly integrate.

“That’s right, I am your ancestor, who is connected to you by blood.” Lin An said to Misuru with certainty.

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