Murong Chu's eyes were cold, and looking at Murong Xu, he suppressed the anger surging in his heart.
Murong De was on the side, but he didn't speak, but he looked at Murong Chu and then at Murong Xu, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.
It's very light, and it's very quickly restored to its original state.
Murong Chu clenched his fists, slowly released them, and said to Murong Xu: "Second Emperor Brother is too worried, those Imperial Brothers and Emperors all died in accidents, Second Imperial Brother didn't do anything, and there weren't so many accidents that happened to you." ” "If only that's the case!"
Murong Xu smiled.
The two looked at each other, tacitly.
There are many things they know in each other's hearts, but it's not interesting to say them!
Murong De glanced at them again, pursed the corners of his lips, and showed a little disdain, but he quickly returned to his indifferent expression.
On the stage, the priests had already begun to announce the fourth item!
Fourth, the Witch Dance.
As the priest spoke, the sacrificial music played, and a group of people dressed in strange costumes came up to the altar.
This kind of music is all low, mainly drumming, sonorous and unmoving, but it is majestic and majestic, with a bit of tragedy.
All the dancers wear the same masks, and the steps are the same, revealing a majestic meaning.
After all the dancers were caged together, they bloomed like a flower, and there was one more person in the place where they had been caged.
The man was wearing a different mask, wearing a jingle ring on his body, a rather distinctive costume, and a different atmosphere.
That's the wizard.
Wizards have their own aura around them, and they are stronger than all others.
The sorcerer holds a pen in his hand and writes and draws as he dances, as if to convey the will of the heavens.
Every stroke seems to have no rules, but they are clearly reflected on the white silk.
Every time a piece of white silk is completed, the white silk is accepted and pressed on the table next to it.
With the appearance of the wizard, the clouds in the sky lit up, and the sky, which had been somewhat gloomy, began to clear up at this time.
The sun was shining brightly, and the sun was shining brightly all around during the shaman's dance.
"It's sunny!"
"The sorcerer is conveying the will of the gods, and the gods are protecting us!"
"It's so good, it's been years since it's been sunny at the time of the festival!"
"A sorcerer must be a messenger sent from heaven, and we must believe in the will of God brought by sorcerers." …… The onlookers were extremely excited.
When Murong Chu heard this, an ominous premonition rose in his heart.
He always felt that if it was so good that it was very good, there would probably be a contrast.
Just when he was puzzled, he heard a hiss again, and when he looked again, the fire bird actually flew out!
"Look!
It's a sacred bird!
” "Ahhh "The divine bird was reluctant to show up just now, but now it takes the initiative to show up, does it feel God's will?"
"This wizard is amazing, so powerful!"
The more the people spoke, the more excited they became, and they were eager to rush forward and worship the wizard.
The mythical bird appeared in the sky above the wizard, circling around the wizard and hissing incessantly.
The people were so excited that they didn't know who took the lead and knelt down, and then the others knelt down one after another.
"God bless, Beiyao is healthy."
"God bless, the wind and rain are smooth."
"Tenjin ......"
Everyone kept calling for the gods, and for a while, the whole field was full of people!