Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"Zhao Xun, are you crazy?"

"My shaman clan would rather die than eat the grains we grow or the poultry and livestock we raise!"

"We will never be traitors who go against our ancestors!"

"If you insist on doing this, get out of the Shaman clan and get out of this village!"

Zhao Xun remained calm, as he had long known that he would face fierce opposition from everyone present.

He replied calmly, "The house I live in now was left by my father. According to the rules of Luming Country, my father's house is my house. You can't drive me out."

"And the two acres of land in front of my house also belong to me. I have the right to cultivate it and plant crops."

"If you disagree, we can sue the authorities."

No one expected Zhao Xun to be so eloquent and his words were well-reasoned and well-founded, and they didn't know how to refute him for a moment.

A skinny old man scolded, "Xunwazi, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away now. You don't really think we can't drive you away? If you farm and raise livestock, you are violating the clan rules. We can definitely expel you from the village!"

Zhao Xun said coldly, "No matter how high the mountains are or how far away the emperor is, can our clan rules be greater than the laws of Luming Country? Don't be so ridiculous! If you push me to the limit, I will bring the soldiers back and say that you don't obey the law, and you will all suffer!"

"You!" The old man was so angry that he was at a loss for words and blew his beard.

Zhao Xun glanced up and down at the old man again: "Zhao Zhu, if I remember correctly, you are only ten years older than me, but you look seventy. If I were to ask you, you are aging so fast because you are hungry. If you don't eat something good, you will die!"

Zhao Zhu's whole body was shaking. How could he not know that he was weak?

For the past six months, he felt uncomfortable all over and couldn't sleep at night. He was afraid that what Zhao Xun had said was right and he wouldn't live long.

but……

He stiffened his neck like a stubborn donkey and said, "If he's dead, he's dead. The clan leader said that those of us who practice the soul transfer method will be reincarnated after death, and we can live a peaceful life in the next life."

Zhao Xun raised the corner of his mouth, looking very sarcastic.

"Who has ever seen the next life? I don't want the next life, I only want this life."

All the tribesmen burst into laughter, thinking that Zhao Xun was extremely stupid. Their ancestors had said that the shamans were born and raised in nature, close to nature. Only in this way could their souls communicate with the shaman snake, predict the heaven and earth, and practice the method of soul transfer.

Would the ancestors harm their own descendants?

Zhao Xun turned a deaf ear to him. He looked up and looked at the wall.

The totem of a huge black and red snake painted on it is both ferocious and eye-catching.

His gaze was like a sharp knife.

"This ancestral precept, passed down from generation to generation, I would like to ask the Shaman Snake today if it is true!"

Zhao Xun picked up all the sacrificial utensils by the wall.

He tied bells to his body, put on a big shaman's crown, picked up a pen, and painted a ferocious shaman snake totem on his face.

He danced as the patriarch always did.

"Zhao Xun, he's crazy!"

"If anyone dares to ask the Shaman Snake about the ancestral teachings, the Shaman Snake will surely devour him in one gulp!"

"Haha, then let's satisfy him. This member of our tribe who has turned against us will bear the wrath of the Shaman Snake!"

Several tribesmen picked up the drums with a sneer, slung them over their shoulders, and began beating them in time with the rhythm of Zhao Xun's dance.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom!

The wall rumbled open to the sound of drums, and the Shaman Snake woke up. It raised its head, stuck out its tongue, and looked out vigilantly.

It has been making predictions non-stop these days, and was frightened by that terrifying girl today. It has exhausted its mind and body a lot.

If it was Zhao Shan who came to disturb its sweet dreams again, it would definitely swallow him in one gulp to vent its hatred.

The shaman snake looked outside with gloomy eyes, but saw that the person performing the ritual outside was not Zhao Sha!

Who is it? A trace of doubt flashed in its eyes.

That old immortal has taken over a new body?

Then it will not be polite and will definitely bite him to let him know the consequences of exploiting the Shaman Snake!

It raised its neck and saw the man jumping closer and closer.

Suddenly, his pupils shrank.

Something is wrong!

Why is there such a terrifying blessing power floating around this person?

The Shaman's snake was so frightened that it almost fell down.

Qin Youyou's appearance appeared in its mind. There was no doubt that the person performing the shaman act in front of it was the girl, oh no, the boss's man!

Zhao Xun jumped in front of the Shaman Snake, cut open his arm, and blood gushed out. He caught a full bowl of it.

He prostrated himself on the ground, bowed deeply, and shouted loudly:

"Honorable Shaman Snake, please tell me, must my Shaman clan be born and raised naturally, not eating grains or livestock?"

The big snake watched him kneel down, and his heart almost burst with fright.

This kid, who is his lover? He is so blessed and blessed. How can it be worthy of his worship?

It silently dodged and hid behind.

The drums stopped beating, and everyone stared at the Shaman Snake, trying to see its reaction.

Is it a nod? Is it a shake of the head?

Or should he simply open his bloody mouth and swallow this rude and disrespectful member of his tribe who dared to offend his ancestors?

Suddenly, the Shaman's snake moved.

It swayed from side to side like a windshield wiper.

Move and hit, move and hit.

The whole room was in uproar!

"How is that possible! The Shaman Snake said no!"

"This means that we, the shamans, are not born and raised by nature, nor do we have to eat raw meat and drink blood!"

"Shaman Snake, have you made a mistake? This is an ancestral precept that has been passed down for thousands of years!"

"No, we cannot question the Shaman Snake. The Shaman Snake has coexisted with our people for thousands of years. Its words are as trustworthy as those of our ancestors."

"If we don't question it, then are we questioning our ancestors? How could our ancestors harm their children?"

Everyone went crazy. The performance of the Shaman Snake completely overturned their cognition.

After a thousand years of eating raw meat and drinking blood, with countless people dying of starvation and disease, they were suddenly told that they didn’t have to suffer all these hardships?

How do they accept this?

Great panic seized the tribesmen, and their first reaction was not to question whether their ancestors had deceived them, but to question whether the shaman snake had made a mistake.

A young man named Blind Student discovered the key point: "Wait, something's wrong. The Shaman Snake didn't drink his blood, so its head shaking doesn't count!"

Everyone was stunned.

Then look at the full bowl of blood.

Yes, the Shaman Snake didn’t drink blood. Maybe it just had an itchy belly, so it swayed left and right to rub its belly?

The Shaman Snake didn't expect this kind of reaction from the crowd.

Its swaying neck suddenly froze.

Staring at the bowl of blood with a faint golden glow, the whole snake was frozen.

It would never dare to drink this blood.

If he doesn't drink it, the tribesmen around him will probably laugh at the person asking the question.

The Shaman Snake thought and thought, and thought and thought.

In its long life, no matter when it used its foresight, it had never consumed its brain cells so much.