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In October in Yakutia, the wind is already freezing. A bonfire rises in the mountains and forests, and curls of white smoke penetrate into the sky.

There was a mess in a clearing in the forest. On the ground next to the campfire, an adult brown bear lay there. It had been disemboweled and its internal organs were spilled all over the floor, but it only lacked an ambition, well, a bear's heart.

The bear's heart has been broken into pieces, strung on the staff like mutton skewers, and is being roasted on the bonfire.

The old Taoist was sitting on a dead wood pier, holding a black bear's paw in both hands, and was cursing:

"Liu Zhenhai from Male Gobi, if you keep bragging to me that bear paws are delicious, I will beat the shit out of him. It's a waste of half my time, a waste of my salt, and it's worse than pig's trotters!"

With an angry wave of his hand, the bear's paw flew dozens of meters and disappeared.

But immediately after, he heard a faint ouch, and the old man was startled: "There are fewer people than wolves in this place, but it can actually hit people?"

But he quickly realized that it was the bonfire he raised that attracted the hunter.

Sure enough, there was a burst of messy footsteps, and four hunters emerged from the jungle. They rushed over and surrounded Lao Dao, with twisted expressions as if they had killed their mother. They looked at the bear, looked at Lao Tao, and looked at the bear again. They didn't know where to find them. What.

The old man was still sitting on the tree stump, motionless, waiting for these people to rob him.

"Is this the bear you killed?" A hunter almost roared with fire in his eyes.

The old man was confused. He looked at the bear and then at the hunter: "Is this bear your father?"

When these words came to China, a fight broke out. Everyone understood it as a curse.

But to the surprise of the veteran, the four hunters did not feel insulted at all. Instead, they were stunned for a moment. One hunter said: "Are you a foreigner?"

The veteran's attire is that of a pure Yakut hunter. No wonder these people didn't see it, but the secret was revealed as soon as he opened his mouth.

"That's right. You can eat bear meat as you like. Is there any wine?" the old man relaxed.

The four people looked at each other, and suddenly they all pulled out their daggers and stabbed the old Taoist on the head, neck, chest and back, striking him from four directions.

Another person would have died here. A good tiger cannot fight against a pack of wolves.

But the old man just smiled softly and sat there motionless. Suddenly he knocked his heel, and the tree stump suddenly flew out and hit the chest of the hunter behind him. The hunter let out an ouch and fell on his back. Where has it gone?

The old Taoist twisted like a snake and passed between the two hunters in front of him in an instant. He grabbed their wrists and spun them in the air like two bundles of straw, turning them into a windmill. The three hunters fell to the ground, turned around again, and then suddenly let go.

The two hunters flew more than ten meters with inertia, landed with a thud, rolled a few more times, and then got up dizzy.

The two people who were swept down and knocked down slowly stood up in shock.

But none of the four fired a gun. That is not the Yakut style.

"We're convinced. My name is Mikhail, and I'll give you this wine." The hunter who was knocked down by the tree stump spoke first and threw the wine bottle on his waist to the old man.

The old Taoist grabbed the jug and laughed loudly: "You can't kill me, you want to kill me with just a jug of wine?"

"But you were wrong first. You insulted our ancestors." Mikhail pointed at the bear.

"Ah? Is this bear really your father?" the old man asked in shock.

The four hunters had serious expressions. Mikhail said: "It's not dad, it's our ancestors. The Yakut people originally banned bear hunting. Later, guns were introduced and bear hunting became a trend. But after hunting a bear, You have to sacrifice first.”

The old Taoist immediately asked with great interest: "It's my first time to hunt a bear, how can I sacrifice it?"

"You must first cut off the bear's head and place it on the tree stand. Everyone kneels down to offer smoke and kowtow to it, and then pray and say: Grandpa - the female bear calls grandma - are you asleep? Don't blame us, we didn't mean to hurt you. , I accidentally killed you - or someone from other ethnic groups - don't be angry with us, and wish us more good luck in the future. Please bless us to hunt more wild animals!

Then he kowtows repeatedly and burns grass to smoke the bear's head, so that the bear's soul will go away.Finally, after carrying back the bear meat and entering their own residence, the hunter will make a "quacking" cry. Everyone gathers together to cook the bear meat over a fire and make crow-like "quacking" and "coo-coo" sounds while eating.After eating, the bear bones are wrapped in wicker and carried to the burial by men, followed by crying mourners - of course you can fake crying. "

The old Taoist was confused when he heard this. Grandma, do you call this a sacrifice?Our nigga call this 'build a memorial arch after being a bitch'.

But he was a bold man, and he laughed: "I'm offended by this. There's nothing I can do about it since it's already baked, so I'll just eat it. I'll give you the bear on the ground."

The four of them were overjoyed when they heard this. Hunting a bear is not an easy task, especially an adult bear that cannot be killed with a shotgun.

The old Taoist sent one out of thin air, and it is forgivable to blaspheme the ancestors.

Mikhail quickly thanked him, and then the four of them went to cut off the bear's head for sacrifice.

The old man was drinking wine, stroking the bear strings, and looking at the Western scenery. He was in a happy and beautiful mood.

The four Mikhails finally finished the sacrifice, turned to the old man, and prepared to leave.

But before the four of them spoke, they were stunned.

The ambition string in the old Taoist hand had only a piece of flesh left, revealing the nearly complete divine staff.

The expressions of the four people changed several times and they looked at each other.

Mikhail coughed lightly and said respectfully:

"What is the name of this shaman?"

"My name is Lao Dao."

This is tantamount to admitting that he is a shaman. He does not think that he is lying. He thinks that whoever holds the magic staff is a shaman.

He even thinks that he is a top shaman, because the shamans he has seen are good at nothing but fighting.

But he ignored one thing, which mage wouldn't understand sacrifice?

Moreover, he did not understand the status of the mage. The four hunters were not qualified to ask the shaman's name. Since he asked, it would be blasphemy.

"Dear Shaman, as your most devout believer, we sincerely invite you to be our guest at the hunter's site. Please give us an opportunity to offer food and wine and beautiful women in return for the Master's kindness in rescuing people in need."

The four hunters put their right hands on their left chests and bowed in unison.

The old Taoist fell into confusion upon hearing this, completely missing the flaw in his words.The Hunter Point is not a settlement.It was a temporary and simple residence set up for hunting in a place where wild beasts roamed.A hunter site can have up to two or three groups of hunters, with each group having four to eight people.

No matter how many people there are, there are no women among them.

The old Taoist laughed boldly and said:

"Okay. I'll just go and take a look. If you have any trouble, just tell me. As for the beauty, don't worry. I already have someone I care about."

"As you wish, please."

Mikhail bowed his head and gave way to the guests, but the old man didn't see the cold murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

The old man walked unceremoniously in front, and the four hunters were able to keep up after dragging the bear. After all, the bear's head and internal organs were removed, so the weight was greatly reduced, but the ground was covered with snow, making it easy to drag.