Miss Star, spoiled by her father and brother

The starship kept traveling at high speed, and two days passed quickly. When the team members mastered the Goodall language to the point where they could communicate in simple terms, they arrived at their destination.

"General, one kilometer ahead is the range of the Goodall planet."

The starship stopped where it was, waiting for the next instruction from Sifos. According to past experience, as long as it approached the planet of Goodall, the starship would malfunction inexplicably. Although they did not believe in such supernatural things, they still had to be cautious when it came to Xiao Baoer's life.

"Ascend 100 meters first, and use the power system to the maximum. Before entering the airspace above the planet Goodall, turn off all energy switches of the starship, including the automatic signal receiver, collision warning, and range detector. Control the direction and let the starship enter the planet Goodall by inertia, then quickly restart and raise the altitude to find a place to land."

The three pilots clicked their tongues. The size and weight of their starship determined that the gravitational acceleration during free fall would be terrifyingly high. After entering the airspace of the planet Goodall, the distance from the ground would not be very high. This would be a test of the three pilots' operation. If they were not careful, it is very likely that everyone on the starship would be buried with them.

"What's wrong?" Sifos asked, seeing the expressions of the team members and the driver. It seemed that what they had just explained was not such a risky action plan, but deciding what to eat for lunch.

Sifos' attitude made the three pilots feel excited. If this wasn't trust, what was it? They didn't know how many times they had done this kind of rapid pull-up training, but they usually didn't carry so many people in the past.

"It shouldn't be difficult for you, right?"

"Of course!"

"A piece of cake!"

"Make sure to complete the mission! Hehe."

The three pilots were rubbing their hands and necks, stretching their hands and necks, looking like they were ready to do something big. After all, it had been a long time since they had received such an exciting mission, and their adrenaline was high, and they were in a highly excited state.

As for the others, they were a little unsure and swallowed nervously. They tightened the seat belts again and again, and some even held on to their information plates.

Sifos also found a fixed seat in the cab and sat down, holding Xu Weiwei against his chest as usual.

Although Xu Weiwei didn't know how to fly a starship, she knew how dangerous it was just by listening to her father's description. But since her father asked her to do this, he must have his reasons. Xu Weiwei could only pray silently in her heart.

After all preparations were completed, the starship slowly rose and stopped after reaching a certain height.

The pilot took a deep breath, adjusted the direction, pushed the thrust handle to the highest, adjusted the energy gear to the maximum, pushed the four throttle levers forward at the same time, and then pressed the air boost button.

The starship rushed out with a whoosh, and the huge push on the back made everyone stick tightly to the seat behind them, and everyone's heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

After three days of sailing, we finally arrived at our destination. What was happening below, whether we were alive or dead, everything was unknown.

Planet Goodall, 5:30 pm.

The Torch Festival is about to begin and the final preparations for the celebration are underway.

A whole roasted lamb is served on the table. The grilled beef and lamb chops are sprinkled with seasonings and emit an enticing aroma. Fine wine is a must on every table. The berries picked last year have become mellow after a year of brewing and fermentation.

Every tribe member who came to participate in the celebration wore their own festive costumes. Women usually wore tight, narrow embroidered tops with tassels at the hem to highlight their figure. They wore fluffy skirts to their ankles, and colorful shawls from waist to shoulders. Their hair was tied into various beautiful shapes, and their bodies were decorated with colorful gems. Men's clothes were simpler, and the stones used for decoration were larger and more irregular, showing a rough beauty. The same thing was that everyone had red patterns painted on their faces and arms.

Friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time were talking loudly about this year's harvest and their children at home; young men and women treated this as an annual "blind date meeting", contacting and testing each other in games, and the ambiguous atmosphere heated up; the children were like a group of jumping frogs, running around everywhere, creating a lively and noisy scene.

At six o'clock, the drums sounded and the celebration officially began. All the tribesmen took their seats and the parents restrained their children to their side.

The ethereal sound of bells rang out, and the priest slowly walked over.

She did not sit in a wheelchair today, but leaned on a cane, walking slowly and firmly to the center of the celebration. The priest's clothing was not as passionate, bold, and light as the women in the tribe, but more solemn and heavy. The main colors were red and green, with three layers of wide-sleeved robes inside and outside, thick-soled shoes, and except for the neck and face exposed, the rest was wrapped tightly. The hair was braided with a kind of vine and half draped behind the back.

The chief and his family were already standing in front of the altar in the middle of the field. Unlike the tribesmen, they were decorated with gold. On the altar were placed the heads of three kinds of livestock: a cow, a sheep, and a pig, a fruit plate, a pile of bread made from the new grain, and a pot of fine wine.

Seeing the priest coming, the chief held out his hand to greet him.

The group faced the sacrificial table, washed their hands, and lit incense.

The priest held three incense sticks high in front of his forehead, chanting: "Fortunately, the heaven and earth have laws, and the sun and the moon have order. The sky sends down sweet rain, and the earth produces grains; the mountains and rivers are affectionate and give birth to all kinds of creatures..."

The other tribesmen were watching this scene seriously. Even the children were unusually well-behaved. Although they could not understand what the priest was reading, they knew that if they did not behave at this moment, they would be beaten and tied up.

After the blessing, the priest bowed three times and then inserted the incense into the incense burner on the table. The chief followed, then the queen, the eldest prince...

After burning incense, the chief began to speak to his tribesmen and summarize the gains of the year.

Then, the ceremony proceeded to the third item: the drum sounded, and the priest walked up to the altar holding a bronze bell.

The altar was more than two meters above the ground and was very wide, with huge torches burning around it. The night wind blew, blowing up the priest's wide robe sleeves.

To the beat of drums, the priests began to dance and ring bells.

Stretching arms, lifting legs, leaping, spinning... the ancient and mysterious dance was performed by this 120-year-old woman. As the drum beats became more and more frequent, the priestess's steps became faster and faster, making people worry whether she would suddenly fall down in the next move. Until the last drum beat fell, the priestess's movements also froze. A drop of sweat fell on the floor of the altar.

The old man, who normally has difficulty walking, performed this dance perfectly.

After the pleasing dance, the priest adjusted his posture, knelt upright on the ground, and took out a tube of bamboo sticks from his sleeve, which were prepared in advance and contained exactly forty-nine sticks.

When shaken, the bamboo sticks inside collided, making a pleasant "swish" sound, but this "swish" sound touched the hearts of every member of the tribe.

After three sounds, two bamboo sticks fell to the ground. The priest carefully observed the words on the bamboo sticks and their shapes when they fell to the ground, and the people in the audience couldn't help but stretch their necks.

"No harm, may the coming year be smooth!" the priest raised his head and announced loudly.

The tribesmen below the altar cheered and shouted deafeningly.