Bamboo horse is straight A, what should I do?

When the two walked down the last step, the two bound witches were so frightened that they burst into tears, and their heels kicked out a hole in the mud.

Rong Mian took a look at the small storage room, there were several large wine jars and other sundries piled up inside, just blocking the pillars.

In total, only two pillars were occupied, he thought for a while, and he could only squeeze the four of them.

"Well--"

Seeing the two floating towards him in a strange posture at the same time, the sealed beta was frightened and struggled desperately, but the tie was too tight, and he couldn't move at all.

Rong Mian and Song Yang stuffed the person in and wrapped the hemp rope several times.

After it was dealt with, the only Beta who woke up fainted again.

Song Yang looked at the neat four people and sneered: "I don't know who made the move earlier than us."

"I hope they understand the process of sacrificial rituals."

Rong Mian has a vague guess in his heart, but why tie two?

Back in the hall, the two quickly changed into feather sacrificial clothes, and when it was time to draw the totem, Rong Mian felt worried.

He has not inherited his father's artistic cells at all. He has been handicapped since he was a child, and he is not good at cooking or painting.

"Sit down and I'll help you."

Song Yang asked 03 to monitor the ingredients of all the paints. After confirming that they were all pure plant juices and not poisonous, he found a couple of new makeup brushes, one big and one small, and dipped them in the paint.

Rongmian made 01 change back to standby mode, and obediently raised his face after sitting down.

"Do you remember what a totem looks like?"

"I can't remember just a few, do you look down on me?"

Song Yang pinched two makeup brushes at the same time, and lifted Rong Mian's chin.

The brush fell on his face and it was icy cold. Looking at Song Yang's focused face, Rong Mian unconsciously thought of that unexpected kiss.

"Are you thinking about something lewd again, your ears are turning red?" Song Yang teased while painting.

Rong Mian said with a wooden face, "Then I won't think about it in the future."

Song Yang: "..."

Song Yang: "Don't just think about it, take some action."

Rong Mian: "..."

Little pervert.

In order not to let herself be madly moved by this beautiful face, Rong Mian simply closed her eyes.

Once out of sight, the touch on the face becomes clearer.

Gently as if being caressed by a little piggy's hand, it extends from the forehead to the end of the eyes all the way to the chin, and finally the neck.

Rong Mian's hands on her lap slowly closed.

This can't work, it seems to be teased even more ruthlessly!

01: "Little master, your heart rate has risen again!"

Rong Mian: "..."

He didn't want to either.

But Little Piggy is crazy about his hobbies regardless of his appearance or personality, and the ascetic monk can't help but return to the vulgar, let alone he is just a layman.

01: "Cheating, I can bear it."

Rong Mian: "The energy stone is placed in front of you, can you resist eating it?"

01: "Then I can't."

Rong Mian: "..."

Song Yang changed to a thinner brush: "It's time to paint your mouth, open it a bit."

Rong Mian opened her mouth obediently, but this time when it fell, it felt hot to the touch.

He opened his eyes and saw that a certain piglet was secretly kissing him.

Song Yang tweeted on his lips: "You tease me, you are responsible."

Rong Mian: "Didn't you tell me to open my mouth?"

Song Yang: "But your open mouth seems to say to me, "I want to kiss, I want to kiss - if you don't kiss, I will show you -""

Rong Mian: "Hurry up."

If he continues like this, he won't be interested in the task.

The beauty made a mistake, my brother sincerely does not deceive me.

Enduring the itchy touch on his mouth, Rong Mian heaved a sigh of relief when Song Yang said yes.

Seeing him looking at herself seriously, Rong Mian raised her eyes: "Is it ugly?"

The moment their eyes met, Song Yang's heart throbbed violently.

Since the beginning of the treatment, Rong Mian occasionally reveals an irresistible sex appeal inadvertently.

The cold and alluring eyes collided with this monstrous totem to create a captivating aesthetic, pushing his sexy to the extreme.

It's almost fatal.

Seeing that Song Yang was stunned, Rong Mian was puzzled: "Coke?"

He tilted his head to look in the mirror, and Song Yang turned around immediately, staring at him in the mirror.

For serious face control, this kind of eyes is too familiar.

He hooked his lips and smiled lightly: "Like my face?"

Song Yang: "Don't laugh."

Rong Mian: "Why?"

Song Yang: "Because I can't kiss you now."

I don't know if the paint on my mouth will cause diarrhea if I eat it in my mouth.

Rong Mian was teased by him and couldn't stop laughing.

Hearing faint movements outside, the expressions of the two changed.

Rong Mian went to get the mask, and Song Yang quickly painted a totem on his face.

Rong Mian: "Your pupil color——"

Those witches all had black hair and black eyes. Their hair was blocked by wigs, but their eyes could not be blocked.

"It's simple."

As soon as Song Yang said, the pupil color turned black, "03's control chip is in my brain, so it's easy to fake the pupil color."

Rong Mian took another look and handed him the mask.

"Show me the changes once you get back, okay?"

The soft tone and voice reminded Song Yang that the rabbit in front of him was acting like a baby to him.

Song Yang put on the mask and teased: "You just like my face so much?"

Rong Mian nodded, and said solemnly: "I've been fascinated already."

The smile on Song Yang's lips deepened: "You only like my face?"

Unexpectedly, Rong Mian nodded, "Well, only the face."

Song Yang's smile froze: "..."

If you can keep your mouth shut until the day of your wedding, you will win.

At 55:[-], a group of staff members came outside, wearing envoy costumes and holding flags of various colors in their hands.

To Rong Mian, the words on it were like ghost symbols, and he didn't recognize any of them.

"Why are you the only ones? Where are the other two?" Someone in the crowd asked.

Rong Mian and Song Yang walked down the steps, just as they were about to make an excuse, when they saw two other "witches" who were wearing the same sparrow costume as them walking over.

An omega old man wearing the traditional costume of the Bique tribe walked in front of them. Judging from the direction of his wrinkles, he was a stern elder.

"The time is coming, hurry up!"

The old man yelled loudly.

"Yes yes yes, patriarch, you have come in person." Someone in the crowd hurriedly apologized.

The old man snorted coldly: "If I don't come, I don't know how long you will wait for me!"

As he spoke, he turned his head and looked behind him, "Go back?! On the day of the sacrificial ceremony, he even wandered around in sacrificial attire, without any rules!"

One of the witches bowed slightly: "I'm sorry."

Hearing this strange voice, Rong Mian's heart skipped a beat and her nose felt sore.

The shoulder was patted lightly, and he heard Song Yang's voice in disguise.

"Let's go, work, and talk about other things later."

Rong Mian suppressed the turbulent emotions, looked away from the witch, and walked to the front of the team.

The four witches lined up in two rows. Before the official start, the envoys behind gave each of them a musical instrument in their hands.

Rong Mian didn't have much research on musical instruments, to the extent that he had never seen any of the four musical instruments.

The two in his hands are like hand rattles, which seem to be pieced together with the fruit shell of a plant. When the handle is shaken, it will make a crisp bell. The instrument in Song Yang's hand looks a bit like an erhu, let's call it Huqin , one of the two people in front is holding a long flute, and the other is holding a tambourine.

Thinking that the four of them were all fake, Rong Mian couldn't help worrying.

Originally, there were at least two other people who could control the field, but now that none of them are there, how will we live this day?

At exactly five o'clock, the angel carrying the gong knocked once, and all the angels shouted loudly.

Rong Mian: "!!"

He looked around.

Are they going to shout along?

Suddenly, the Changxiao witch in front suddenly roared into the sky, and the sound would turn back and forth in the air and change lanes.

Rong Mian: "..."

Immediately afterwards, the tambourine wizard also shouted.

Everyone shouted in front of them, but if they didn't shout, it didn't seem very tidy.

Rong Mian cleared her throat, and shouted in a disguised voice, trying to follow the voice of the group of gods behind.

Song Yang surrounded by screams: "..."

That being the case, here we come—

"what--"

The shouts of the four witches gradually overwhelmed the envoys.

A group of envoys behind: "..."

What are they doing?

If this continues, the old patriarch will think that they are not professional enough.

As a result, the gods shouted louder, and the veins on their necks burst out.

Rong Mian/Song Yang: "..."

Do you want to work so hard?Fortunately, the lung capacity is not bad.

"enough!"

The old patriarch's crutches banged on the fence.

Everyone stopped abruptly.

The old patriarch stared at the front row of the team and pointed at them with his crutches: "They shouted to summon the gods, what are you shouting?! The gods are scared to go home by you!"

Four witches: "..."

The more the old patriarch thought about it, the more angry he became: "If I can't find anyone temporarily, I will definitely replace you!"

The god who carried the gong bowed and apologized to the patriarch.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, they are newcomers trained in our regiment, and they don't know much about the etiquette of nobles. I will supervise the whole process and make sure there will be no mistakes!"

The old patriarch wanted to say more, but he checked the time and held back.

"If something goes wrong, you don't even want to get the final payment!"

Make God: "Yes yes yes!"

Seeing the old patriarch turn around and walk out, the god made a gesture to the witches: "Quick, keep up!"

The two wizards at the front followed silently.

Rong Mian followed unhurriedly, a voice in her heart was madly saying that today was going to be over.

Can they successfully enter the sacrificial hall?

There was a road map drawn on the piece of paper yesterday, and they had to circle around the center of the town from west to east.

As soon as I walked to the main road, I heard the sound of firecrackers from far and near, and the familiar smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The gong knocked Shishen three times and yelled something, but Rong Mian couldn't understand it, it was a bit like chanting a scripture.

After he finished reading, he walked to the front of the line, interacted with the people watching the excitement on both sides of the street, and waved to the shaman in the front row when he turned around.

Rong Mian: "..."

What do you mean?

Song Yang: "..."

not understand.

Seeing that the two wizards in the front row were standing there in an immobile posture, they probably didn't understand.

Forced to interact with each other again, Shishen turned around and blinked at them vigorously, his fingers shaking desperately, as if he was in a state of epilepsy.

Rong Mian finally understood, is this for them to play?

Maybe it was because they were afraid that they would shout again silently, so that the gods beat the gong rhythmically, while the gods in the back row clapped their hands and stomped their feet, shouting from time to time.

Perhaps this melody is familiar to the public, and the crowd watching also clapped and shouted to their rhythm.

There was a lively scene at the scene, only the four witches who were the protagonists froze there at a loss.

Rong Mian doesn't understand music, he followed the beat and imagined the rhythm of fighting in his mind.

With the shaking of the wrist, the crisp ringtone quickly merged into the rhythm, and Rong Mian gradually entered a better state.

Yes, if only this one is shaken, he can!

01: "The little master is amazing! He can play music!"

02: "Music Genius!"

Rong Mian: "..."

Whether it's embarrassment or sarcasm, he won't be happy.

Soon, the tambourine wizard in front of Song Yang also began to beat the drum with his palms, and the cheerful drum sound gradually merged with the melody after a short period of adaptation.

Rong Mian thought it was a good start, until he heard that the Changxiao witch started to perform exercises.

"Moo-"

A strong yelp made the happy scene suddenly quiet.

"What's going on? This voice is so strange."

Rong Mian heard the onlookers looking at the Changxiao witch, talking a lot.

"Isn't the sound of the sparrow flute very ethereal? Why does it sound like a cow?"

"Hahaha I laughed so hard, the mudslide in Wuzi."

"Is there no one in the clan?"

"I've lived for more than 60 years, and this is the first time I've heard such a special sparrow song."

Rong Mian: "..."

The gods who beat the gong waved vigorously to tell the gods not to stop.

But just as they clapped their hands, they heard another bleat.

"Moo-"

"puff--"

Someone in the line couldn't help laughing.

If you do this, you will definitely be deducted from your salary, but you can't help it!

The gong knocker made Shenshen's head covered in cold sweat, and suddenly he knocked on the gong and shouted loudly.

"This year, we ushered in a new Sparrow God, Sparrow God—"

Rong Mian: "..."

"Moo-poof-"

Halfway through the cow's call, the voice split.

The old patriarch standing on the high platform watching all this was so angry that he couldn't stand still, and almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

What are they doing? !

The surrounding discussions were quiet for a moment, and then they began to clap their hands happily following the rhythm.

Everything seems to have finally returned to the right track, but the yelling of the cow that followed the rhythm still made the crowd laugh wildly.

The long flute witch held the flute in one hand, and played it upwards. The elegant instrument was blown out of the air of a horn by him.

After getting used to the sound, cheers erupted from the crowd.

"Good! I like it!"

"God Sparrow Niu is really awesome hahaha!"

"Bless us to make a lot of money in the coming year!"

Rong Mian broke into a cold sweat, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, a rooster crowed next to her.

"Gee-da!"

Rong Mian: "..."

The air froze again.

Rong Mian looked at Song Yang from the corner of his eye, and saw that the other party was holding the body of the piano against his waist and pulling the strings calmly.

"Cluck—da!"

Someone in the crowd yelled.

"Is this the new sparrow god, sparrow god?"

Others followed suit.

"Oooooooo-"

Rong Mian: "..."

The god who beat the gong: "..."

tired.

Song Yang ignored the discussions around him, and confidently switched to another frequency.

"Hey-heh-heh-heh-"

Rong Mian: "..."

Well, this time it was the cry of the piglet being constipated, and a picture was automatically generated in his mind.

As soon as this thought flashed through, I heard an omega child lying on the balcony seriously shouting: "This time it's God Quezhu!"

Song Yang took advantage of the situation to compare his heart to the child, but the young omega screamed frantically from all directions.

"I also want the heart of the Sparrow God!"

"So handsome, so handsome! He's so handsome——"

"He's so good at it——"

"I want his contact information after the sacrifice!"

Rong Mian: "..."

It's almost like a god of stealing hearts.

Perhaps Song Yang's artistic cells are all used in painting, and the sound of the piano has not become more pleasant because of his coquettishness, but has become more and more magical.

The god who beat the gong had no choice but to make the people behind clap their hands and stamp their feet harder, trying to cover up the discordant sound.

But the sound of the instrument is too strong.

"Well -giggle -锵 锵 — 咚 咚 — 锵 锵 — 哞 — 哞 — 噫 ——"

Rong Mian almost collapsed when he heard it, it was a disaster-level performance.

It's a miracle it wasn't thrown rotten eggs.

It may be that the flute and the piano are too confident, and the strange voice gradually has its own rhythm, and it also deviates from the rhythm of the god behind.

Before walking a few hundred meters, Zuoyue was completely changed, and even the messenger who beat the gong could not be brought back.

After walking around the main road, it was almost 10 o'clock in the morning, and the team returned to the high platform of the patriarch's station.

The onlookers gathered under the high platform one after another, holding the sparrow feathers they wove in their hands.

The patriarch stood at position C, raised his hand to make a gesture of silence, and made a statement in the dialect of the Bique clan.

Rong Mian listened to 01's difficult translation, probably similar to being grateful to the sparrow god for coming to the Bique clan again, and to continue to live hard and bravely with a grateful heart, so as to live up to the sparrow god's expectations.

Could it be that this is the so-called sacrificial hall?

Isn't this just an ordinary square?

The god who was beating the gong suddenly quietly squeezed to his side from the middle of the team, and said in a low voice, "Did you forget the words you sang?"

Rong Mian: "..."

chant?

God knows what words.

Seeing the four witches staring over blankly, the gong-beater was so angry that he wanted to throw the gong away.

Seeing that the old patriarch was about to finish speaking, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "Money has fallen from the sky. I have 100 million, 200 million, 500 million, 1000 million, wow, a lot of money."

Four witches: "??"

Beat the gong to make God: "Just use the homonym of this sentence, and say it vaguely with your mouth in your mouth, anyway, they can't understand it!"

Four witches: "..."

understood.

Just as he was about to go back after beating the gong, he suddenly thought of something and turned his head suddenly: "Dance and play while talking!"

Four witches: "..."

How to jump?

Rong Mian thought about it seriously, and first ruled out ballroom dancing, in this case waltz is not suitable either.

He looked down at their black feathers.

Do you want to dance the hula dance?

"return!"

Beating the gong made God be stopped by Changxiao Wuzi, "How do you dance?"

The beating of the gong shocked the gods.

What are these brats doing here?Why did you forget everything? !

He broke the jar and said: "Twist it twice casually to express your meaning."

Changxiao Wuzi: "Understood."

Rong Mian looked at him.

How do you know?

The patriarch's voice stopped, and the four people looked straight ahead and walked to the four corners of the high platform.

After a cheerful and weird rhythm, Wuzi Changxiao took the lead in singing.

"Oh my god - money dropped - I have 100 million - 200 million - 500 million - 1000 million - wow - a lot of money -"

The sonorous and powerful tone, the unpredictable melody, and the serious expression, the strength proves that I am not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

Rong Mian also talked with the others, trying hard not to laugh with a sullen face.

Soon, it turned into a big chants.

With this atmosphere and this line, the morning meeting of the mental hospital has a strong sense of sight.

After reading for a few minutes, Wuzi Changxiao began to twist.

Rong Mian just glanced at it, and she was dumbfounded, but she was still twisting, but——

Isn't this Latin? !

Is it appropriate to dance Latin in sacrificial attire? !

As soon as he jumped, Song Yang followed suit, and he also cooperated with Changxiao Wuzi. Don't be too happy while dancing and playing the huqin.

The tambourine witch froze for a moment, then twisted slightly.

Rong Mian: "..."

Good thing you're wearing a mask.

When the gods saw this, they also twisted together, otherwise there would be no harmony.

Everyone in the audience was stunned.

I have never seen such a happy sparrow god.

The young people began to twist together, screaming while twisting, and the sacrifice scene quickly turned into a large-scale concert scene.

Only the old patriarch stood alone in the C position, trembling and at a loss.

He wanted to stop, but no one listened to him.

Looking down, even the old guys in the clan danced together!

If this continues, this year's sacrifice will definitely become a joke.

The old patriarch suddenly thought of something, and stared at the god of knocking the gong, with words in his eyes, "If you don't find a way for me, you won't give me a dime!".

Seeing that the scene was mobilized so well, the god who beat the gong thought it was all right, but he was immediately threatened by the patriarch.

He beat the gong nine times vigorously and shouted loudly.

"God returns!"

The crazy scene just stopped.

With a livid face, the patriarch wanted to drive these unreliable witches out of Bique Town, but in front of all the clansmen, if he did so, the matter of recruiting witches from outside would be exposed.

No matter what, there is no turning back at this point, so I can only bite the bullet and continue the following process.

Rong Mian saw that the patriarch walked to the high platform and inserted his crutches into the sunken hole of the platform, and the sound of machinery running immediately came from the ground.

01：“检测到未知空间，面积20——45——210——560亩。”

02: "To scan the internal spatial structure."

A three-dimensional spatial figure appeared in Rongmian's sight.

The height of this space is about 15 meters, and there is an underground building complex.

This is the so-called sacrificial hall, right?

The ground in the middle of the platform rose slowly, revealing an escalator going straight down.

The patriarch went down the escalator first.

The sacrificial team followed closely behind.

Rong Mian rested her hand on the railing, and soon the voice of 01 sounded in her head.

[Judging from the degree of metal oxidation, the age is about 30 years. 】

Rong Mian looked at the ceiling of the sacrificial hall. In addition to the ventilation system and the air purification system, everything was covered with special metal, so concealed that even 01 and 02 could not detect it.

He had heard from his brother before that in the previous life, Lin Quan controlled a large number of outstanding talents to develop the 384 energy system, and 01 and 02 were made based on this energy system.

Could the special metal here also have Lin Quan's handwriting?

There is a difference of at least 200 years between the level of technology above and below ground separated by a floor.

Is a backward tribe really capable of building such an underground palace?

Everyone followed the patriarch around the gorgeous promenade outside the building to a square with a high platform in the middle.

Rong Mian looked at the location on the map, they are now in the middle.

Under the guidance of the god who beat the gong, the four witches will go up to the high platform and sing again, and they can't stop until they beat the gong again.

Others make the gods form an open circle under the stage.

Strike the gong to make God go to the center, turn on the mechanical switch, and the flames immediately rushed up.

Everyone sang and danced around the fire.

Unable to stand the crowing and crowing of the rooster, the patriarch turned his head and sternly said to the four witches: "You just stand there, don't move or speak!"

Rong Mian just mastered the Latin rhythm: "..."

How can we not let them jump?

01: "This old man is very bad."

02: "How can it be repaired."

Rong Mian: "..."

After being completely regarded as a mascot, Rong Mian had time to carefully observe the situation here.

The palace here is a pure wooden structure. Although it is made with antique craftsmanship, judging from the fineness of some details, it was built not long ago, and it may be similar to that escalator.

Rong Mian: "01, you fly in and explore the way."

01: "Yes!"

01 He turned into a small ball in his wide sleeve and flew out stealthily on the spot.

But when passing by the patriarch, the patriarch glanced in its direction.

Rong Mian's heart skipped a beat, and suddenly thought of the seven-year-old second prince.

The other party can also detect him behind the invisible.

But the patriarch quickly looked away again, and didn't seem to care.

Is it because of airflow?Or really feel something?

Rong Mian was puzzled.

A window pops up in the line of sight, displaying the same-view screen of 01.

It flies slowly across the exterior verandah, photographing every room in its path.

The inside of the palace is not an imitation of ancient times like the outside, but very modern furnishings.

There are AI patrols placed in the shape of vases in every corner.

Not to mention other things, just having so many AI patrols is not normal.

In a backward and isolated tribe, so many AI patrols are placed in the house for sacrificial offerings. Could it be that some treasure is placed here?

The alarm sounded suddenly, and Rong Mian's heart skipped a beat.

The patriarch immediately asked the elders of the clan standing outside to check inside the hall.

01: "The monitoring system here can detect me."

Rong Mian glanced at the window one: "You push down that AI patrol, come back first."

01: "Yes."

When 01 flew back, Rong Mian paid special attention to it. Sure enough, the patriarch glanced in its direction again, but his eyes were confused, as if he just felt it, but didn't know what it was.

Soon, several elders came back from the hall silently.

One person walked up to the high platform and whispered a few words beside the patriarch.

Rong Mian saw it in his eyes, and asked with his mind: "Can you crack the monitoring system here?"

01: "It should be possible, but if you want to avoid being discovered, you may not be able to last for too long, up to 15 minutes."

The armor technology is the best in Sun Asia, let alone Danse.

In the country, only a few densely populated areas have used higher-level defenses, and 01 can be detected, but 01 can be detected here.

There are only two possibilities that Rong Mian can think of.

Either the defense level here is equivalent to the top defense system in the country, or the 01 energy system with the same origin as 384 is used here.

The possibility of the former is almost zero.

Then it can only be the latter.

Lin Quan bought medicine from the Bique clan, and in return, helped them build this sacrificial palace?

thump—

When the gong sounded, all the gods stopped and stood quietly around the fire with flags raised.

Seeing something flickering from the corner of the eye, Rong Mian looked in the direction of the main hall calmly, and saw an omega in his twenties.

His face is painted with horizontal bars similar to those of the old man living in Fuque Town. The only difference is that he has a bird-like totem on his forehead, and tattoos similar to bird feathers on both sides of his neck. He is wearing the traditional costume of the Bique tribe. He wears something like a ghost mask around his waist.

This is the real witch, right?

Rong Mian thought for no reason.

This boy has a clean demeanor, a little melancholy, tall and thin but a bit thin.

Walking out behind him was a group of children, ranging in age from three to ten years old, both men and women were omega.

After everyone came out, Rong Mian counted, there were 999 children in total, standing behind the angels, the entire square was instantly full.

The leading Omega walked to a position near the middle of the high platform and stood in front of the fire.

At the patriarch's order, everyone sat down cross-legged.

The gods began to chant again, and the elders of the eight clans came out of the main hall at the back carrying a large jar.

Two metal racks were placed on either side of the fire, and the huge jar was set on the fire by them.

Two more elders moved the wooden ladder, and a group of people followed behind them, holding large bamboo baskets in their hands.

Seeing the herbal medicine in the bamboo basket, Rong Mian slowly closed her sleeves.

Is this the one?

The patriarch stretched out his hand: "Go."

As soon as the words fell, the young Omega under the high platform walked up the wooden ladder a few steps, took the bamboo basket handed up, and poured the things into the jar.

One basket after another, a total of five baskets were poured.

After that, he took a well-polished wooden stick, stretched it into the jar and stirred it slowly.

The smell of medicine instantly filled the whole space.

Half an hour later, all the children lined up, walked up to the young omega with a bowl in their hands, took a bowl of medicine, and then returned to their original positions to sit down.

The so-called sacrifices still have to boil medicine for the next generation of children in front of the ancestors?

This custom is too strange.

Rong Mian inexplicably remembered his father's advice before every expedition - must eat well, otherwise I will feed you when I come back.

A thought flashed through him, and he unconsciously glanced at Wuzi Changxiao, who was motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.

After all the children got the medicinal soup from the young omega, the patriarch loudly said to everyone: "This is a unique gift from the sparrow god to our sparrow clan! I hope my children will remember the favor of the sparrow god and make a Devout believer!"

All the children held up their medicine bowls and shouted in unison: "Thank you for the gift from God of Birds!"

After speaking, they took the bowls and drank all the medicine.

Before coming here, Little Piggy said that the omega of the Bique tribe was very short-lived. At that time, Rong Mian guessed that this tribe might have been closed for a long time and did not intermarry, which led to a large number of close relatives getting married, and this short-lived sequelae appeared. Suppress this symptom and prolong the life of omega.

But now he felt something was wrong.

If this medicine is so good, why is the old man so resistant?

And the situation in front of him also made him feel a little weird.

Using "gift from the Sparrow God" to define this drug, isn't it impossible for everyone to refuse?

Compared with "gift", it may be more appropriate to use "forced" to describe it.

Rong Mian's fingertips moved slightly, causing 01 to fly into the jar and bring back some soup.

"vomit--"

"vomit--"

Resounding in the quiet space, the sound of children vomiting was heard one after another.

Under the mottled firelight, a child in the front row spit out the brown-red medicine soup, and the white clothes were instantly dyed dark red, like a large bloodstain, which was shocking.

The patriarch seemed to be accustomed to this, but at the same time he was very annoyed, so he asked the elders to bring out the child who had vomited, and received a new bowl of medicine.

A four-year-old Omega girl vomited with tears and snot all over her face.

She held the medicine and looked up at the old patriarch on the high platform, and asked crisply, "Grandpa, the medicine is so bitter, can I not drink it?"

Ordinary people would not blame such a small child even if they vomited after eating, let alone drinking such a big bowl of medicine.

But the patriarch was very angry because of her words.

"As a member of the Bique clan, how dare you refuse the gift of the sparrow god! Aren't you afraid of being cursed?!"

A child of this age couldn't understand what a curse was, but was frightened by his sharp tone and furious expression, couldn't help crying loudly, and accidentally dropped the bowl in his hand and shattered it.

The patriarch stared at the puddle of dizzy medicinal soup on the ground, and his voice became sharper: "What are you doing standing there?! Take her out for me. If the sparrow god is disturbed, disaster will happen to our whole clan!"

Seeing this, the elders of the clan picked her up and left.

Patriarch: "Remember to let her drink medicine!"

The elder bowed respectfully: "Yes."

Even if there were gods, the gifts from the gods should not be like this.

Rong Mian felt that all this was absurd, and he couldn't understand it at all.

From the corner of the eye, I saw the young omega in the audience turn his face away, and Rong Mian noticed that his hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched, and his knuckles were white.

Did the young man also feel the pain of this custom?

After drinking the medicine, the sacrificial ceremony came to an end, and the children were brought into the hall behind the high platform. The patriarch mentioned just now, it seems to be called the Hall of Man, and the side where 01 sneaked in is called the Temple of God.

The sacrificial team and children will live here tonight.

There are 999 children living in the human hall, which provide enough yang energy for the gods, and the shamans who live in the temple will serve the gods tonight.

Song Yang glanced at the elder who was leading the way far ahead, leaned close to Rong Mian and asked in a low voice, "Does serving mean to sleep for the gods?"

Rong Mian: "..."

Rong Mian said seriously, "Well, it should be."

Song Yang was curious about the baby's expression: "How do you sleep?"

Rong Mian turned her head to look at him: "I thought you knew."

Song Yang blinked innocently: "I don't know, do you know?"

Rong Mian: "Don't you mean sleeping on the same bed covered with a quilt?"

Song Yang dragged his voice and said lazily: "What's so good about sleeping with a bird? It's better to sleep with a witch."

Rong Mian: "..."

Two witches in the front row: "..."#

The gods in the back row: "..."

Please speak lightly!I can't get wages anymore!

The room where the gods live is four people, but it is very spacious. Compared with the haunted house on the ground, this place is like a high-end hotel, and all daily necessities are complete.

Wuzi lives in a room for two, in a single courtyard.

The courtyard is paved with cobblestone paths, and purple bamboos are planted in the corners, making the environment very elegant.

The elders of the clan who led the way emphasized to them: "Except for this place and the restaurant outside, other places are forbidden to walk around. If you go out indiscriminately, the Bique clan will not be responsible for anything."

Rong Mian nodded in response.

The elder looked at the time: "Lunch will open in half an hour, please eat on time."

After speaking, he left.

Finally at the place where he was alone, Song Yang secretly held Rong Mian's hand, and was about to enter happily, when Wuzi Changxiao grabbed his shoulders and pulled him over.

Changxiao Wuzi: "Shall we live in the room next door?"

"Who wants to live with you?!"

Song Yang broke free from his hand, but was quickly led by the latter.

Changxiao Wuzi: "Come on, don't you want to sleep with Wuzi?"

Song Yang: "..."

Wuzi Changxiao leaned close to his ear, and there was ferocious energy in his gentle voice: "Let me see how you want to sleep."

Song Yang: "..."

Song Yang grabbed Rong Mian's sleeve, shaking his chin with tears in his eyes.

"I don't want to go woo woo woo—"

Rong Mian was a little funny and a little distressed.

Who made you mean?

Just as he was considering whether to take the little pig back, he was suddenly held by the tambourine witch.

"Shall we live in this room?"

Rong Mian looked at the hands that were holding each other, and then looked at the eyes of the tambourine witch, surprise, confusion, and joy flashed in his eyes, and finally all of them condensed in his nose and turned into a heart-piercing pain.

"Ah."

He turned his head and waved to Song Yang: "See you later."

Song Yang: "..."

You just leave?Stop fighting?

"Come on, let's go in and have a look."

Wuzi Changxiao put his arms around his shoulders and led him into the yard.

Walking through the cobblestone path, Rong Mian was led into the