The room Lao Man mentioned was a thatched house on the top of the mountain.
The thatched house has no windows, just a ventilation hole, and a layer of wooden boards on the floor, which serves as a bed.
"Hehe, it can't be compared with the outside.
This is already the best house."
Old Man smiled sheepishly.
Fortunately, his skin was black and red, and the black and red were mixed together, so no other expression could be seen.
"It's okay.
Just have a place to stay."
I waved my hand to show that it was okay.
Dachun and Sister Shiliu also said that it was okay and that they could accept it.
With a place to stay, Lao Man took the three of us around the village again, which was actually a tour of the row of thatched houses.
Compared with our rooms, the conditions of these thatched houses are even worse.
There is no space on the ground, just a layer of grass, and no windows.
The only place that lets light through is the door.
Taking this opportunity, I carefully counted the population in the village.
There were sixty-eight people in total, including adults and children.
As the guide said, no one spoke Mandarin, and they looked at us with strange looks, including fear, curiosity, and excitement.
I also figured out the reason why they smoked tops when we came, because today is their New Year's Day, and all adult men have to smoke tops to celebrate and pray for a good harvest in the coming year.
I don’t know the strange things yet.
The women here have unique head shapes.
They are shaved on both sides, leaving only a wisp of thumb thickness in the middle.
After Lao Man took us for a walk and strolled around two nearby hills, the sky darkened.
"Today is our New Year's Day.
There will be a bonfire party soon.
You have been tired for a long day, so it's time to have a good time."
On the way back, Lao Man introduced us to the customs of New Year's Day.
He also did not shy away from the corpses under the dirt road.
He said that the dirt road was their ancestral graves and that it was their blessed place.
All the tribesmen buried below will bless them, and their souls are with them.
As for the top, it is also made of human bones, made from the skulls of the patriarchs of each generation.
He said that if he could die naturally in the future, his skull would be made into a top and he would be whipped by his tribe on New Year's Day every year.
Dachun and I looked at each other.
Lao Man was so honest and introduced all the customs of their clan.
This was completely different from what we expected.
With such frankness, there was no need for the guide to be afraid.
Now he could only wait until the bonfire party in the evening.
Perhaps then, he would be able to know what was going on.
When returning to the village.
There was just a trace of red clouds falling on the horizon, and a famous villager gathered on the dirt road, waiting for us quietly.
If I remember correctly, the guide said that there are two people in Manbang Village who can speak Mandarin, one is the patriarch, Lao Man, and one of their priests.
But since we arrived here, we haven't seen the so-called priest.
"Old Man, don't you have a priest?"
I asked directly.
"No, the priest has been gone for many years.
There has been no new successor.
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I am temporarily holding the position of priest."
Lao Man answered directly without any hesitation.
The more straightforward Lao Man's answer was, the more doubts I had in my heart, and a faint uneasiness began to spread in my heart.
The only good thing is that Jin Zi has not moved and has no reaction to anything around him.
This shows that there is no threat to us here for the time being.
After it completely darkened, piles of bonfires were lit in the middle of the dirt road.
These Mampang people took out the dried meat and dry food that had been stored for an unknown period of time, and began to smoke, sing and dance.
Dozens of skinny Mangbang people, no more than 1.6 meters tall, were singing and dancing around the fire.
This was really too funny.
The three of us enjoyed watching it, except that we were a little uncomfortable sitting on a pile of corpses.
Everything else is fine.
But slowly, we felt something was wrong.
These sixty people held hands and formed a big circle, and the three of us were in the center of the circle.
"Damn, something is wrong" Dachun scratched his head, his grinning mouth finally closed, and his hand quietly pressed on the hilt of the iron sword, ready to take action at any time.
"kindness" I nodded and looked at the Mampang people on the opposite side through the firelight.
They formed a circle around us, retreated and advanced rhythmically, kept bowing to us, and kept repeating the same words.
I could feel a bit of cold air rising from all around, coming towards the three of us.
These cold breaths did not rise from the ground, but diffused from the surrounding vegetation.
"Could they be treating us as sacrifices?"
Sister Pomegranate thought for a moment and said.
“very likely” I nodded.
If that was the case, then the daytime guide's reaction made sense.
He already knew what we would encounter, so he would rather walk at night than stay in the village.
And at such a critical moment, Lao Man actually disappeared.
He was the patriarch, so what did he do when he disappeared at this time?
Continuous forward and backward.
It lasted for nearly half an hour, and they dispersed in unison, then swarmed up to the bonfire and began to eat food from the iron pot hanging above the bonfire.
The three of us stared at everything with our mouths open.
Just now, we were planning that they were going to sacrifice us.
Within five minutes, they rushed up and started eating.
Everything changed so fast, we didn’t even react, let alone understand what was going on.
Inside the iron pot was porridge cooked with brown rice mixed with dried meat.
These Mampang people seemed to have never eaten it before, swallowing the hot porridge with big mouthfuls.
If I read it correctly, the paste was still rolling in the pot just now.
This temperature is 80 or 90 degrees.
If you swallow it directly, you will be burned to death.
These Mampang people seem to be immune to the heat.
No matter adults or children, there is no expression of pain on their faces.
This was just the beginning.
There was a rustling sound coming from the weeds on the right side of the road, as if something was crawling out and approaching us.
"Aww" When the first thing crawled out, more than sixty Mampang people cheered at the same time.
Through the orange-red firelight, I could clearly see what was there.
What crawled out were dry bones, or rather dry bones with shreds of flesh on them.
I counted them carefully.
A total of five semi-skeleton-like things crawled out from the grass.
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Their heads were completely in the shape of skulls, which were very clean without a trace of flesh and blood, but their bodies were horrible to look at, with dark red flesh strands here and there.
Pus is still dripping down from some places.
Dachun and I looked at each other, completely confused as to what was going on.
These Mampang people welcomed the five and a half withered bones.
When they crawled out of the grass and completely entered the land, they swarmed up and pulled the five and a half withered bones to the campfire, just like treating their own tribesmen, and they said Talk and laugh.
There were five bonfires in total, and the pile where the three of us were was also placed with a half-dry skeleton.
The Mampang people cried and laughed, and carefully put the remaining paste into the mouths of the bones, as if they were still alive and could eat.
"hiss" Dachun gave me a wink.
I understood what he meant and asked me what to do.
“Cold salad” I checked my mouth, and faced the current situation, I was a little confused.
The Mangbang people's New Year's Day was so weird, and their leader Laoman also disappeared at this time.
We can only wait and see what happens now and see what they are going to do.
Feeding, chatting, singing, dancing, and finally, they threw five and a half skeletons into the bonfire.
In the orange-red flames, the remaining skin and flesh on the five half-withered bones burned rapidly, making a crackling sound, and an unpleasant burnt smell also came from the bonfire.
These Mangbang people suddenly became quiet, all staring at the dead bones in the bonfire, or rather at the carrion burning in the flames.
I even saw several Mampang people sitting across from me swallowing their saliva because they wanted to eat.
"I can't stand it anymore," Dachun muttered.
Rubbed back.
I'm no better than Dachun.
Now I understand why the guide ran away.
He just watched human flesh being barbecued and asked about the burning smell.
No one can stand it: