The rain is getting heavier!

The dense raindrops hit me, making my face hurt.

Feng Xi subconsciously glanced at his side. Amhuaxu didn't know when he had a fiery red wooden staff in his hand. He raised his head, ignoring the heavy rain, and stared closely at the simple altar in front of him.

Even my younger sister Xi looked at me intently with a straight face.

Seeing the rain falling on them, Feng Xi was shocked. This scene made him seem to understand the great significance of the sacrifice in front of him to the tribe.

But, is it all worth it?

Before he could think more, he saw Hua Xu holding a wooden staff, taking a step forward, lowering his head and looking down.

"Festival!"

Following Hua Xu's loud shout, the tribesmen stepped forward carrying the "sacrifice". On the other side, several female tribesmen walked up, holding stone knives.

He stabbed the sacrifice with all his strength.

"Pfft!"

There was a sound of flesh being torn apart, and there was no blood splashing around as expected. It was as if there was an invisible force that trapped the blood that flowed out, forming a line of blood and falling on the large stone bowl set up on the altar.

Soon, the blood of the "sacrifice" had flowed out, and at this time, the stone bowl was still not full.

Then, Hua Xu scratched his hand with the sharp point of the wooden stick in his hand, and blood spurted out and fell into the stone bowl.

When the tribesmen below saw this, they scratched their hands with stone knives and spears that had been prepared, and the blood that flowed out fell into the stone bowl.

"Xi!"

Hua Xu turned his head, looked at Feng Xi, and suddenly said,

"Go! You are the only one in the tribe this year!"

Feng Xi nodded, knowing that this was one of the necessary "activities" during the annual tribal fire festival.

There is no need for human sacrifice. This is one of the differences between the Fenggon tribe and other tribes in the wilderness. It is said to be the rule set by the ancestor Dazui.

But on the contrary, in order to maintain, or in order to show their faith, to offer sacrifices to the divine fire, it is not enough to have sacrifices, they also have to sacrifice the most important part of their bodies - blood!

People of the Fenggon tribe believe that blood is life and contains the purest spirit of man!

They dedicated their blood to the divine fire, and they also dedicated their lives and souls.

After the tribesmen offer sacrifices, the next step is the final sacrifice of the children, who hold a coming-of-age ceremony held by the tribe.

And he also learned from Amhuaxu that doing so would allow the adult tribesmen to receive the blessing of divine fire!

Under the eyes of Eminem, his sister, and all the clan members, Feng Xi took a deep breath and took a step forward.

He took out a gray stone knife from his body.

One hand spread out following Hua Xu's previous movements, and the other hand held a knife, feeling slightly nervous.

"Shen Huo, let me see what you are!"

"Stab it!"

Feng Xi felt a pain in his palm, and then blood surged out of his hand, turning into blood lines and flying into the stone bowl of the altar.

"Festival!"

"fire!"

The moment Feng Xi's blood fell on the "stone bowl", Hua Xu raised the wooden stick in his hand, pointed it at the altar, and shouted loudly.

At the same time, she moved her steps and began to walk around the altar, twisting her body and doing an unknown dance as she walked.

"Festival!"

"Festival!"

Seeing this, all the tribesmen gathered around the altar, shouting and jumping.

It was as if there was a mysterious force guiding them, and their movements were almost miraculous.

The body made various weird postures, the head swayed rhythmically, the braids in the hair swayed, and the complicated bone ornaments rattled.

It exudes a primitive and ancient atmosphere.

As the entire tribe began to dance the sacrificial dance, Feng Xi seemed to remember the rhythmic drumming in his ears.

At the same time, his heart began to tremble with the sound of the drum.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Feng Xi stretched out his right hand holding the stone knife and pressed it against his chest. He was shocked to find that this was not his imagination. The heart rate had really changed!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The mysterious "drums" that came out of nowhere became more and more urgent and louder, and the frequency of the tribe's dance became faster and faster. Every face turned red, and the veins in the neck bulged, which seemed to be very labor-intensive.

Feng Xi's heartbeat became faster and faster. With the rapid heartbeat, his blood became boiling, and more and more blood flowed out of his raised left hand.

He subconsciously wanted to put his hands down, but his whole body seemed to be fixed there by a mysterious force, and he couldn't move at all!

"If this continues, I will definitely bleed to death!"

Feng Xi began to feel anxious. With the loss of blood, his body became weaker and weaker. If this continues...

"Amu didn't tell me this would happen!" Feng Xi thought anxiously.

He wasn't sure whether this was a necessary step for sacrifice or just an accident!

Just when he felt at a loss, the drumming in his ears gradually stopped. When the drumming finally disappeared, he suddenly felt his body relax, and the power that restrained him disappeared!

"Um?"

But before he could pull his hand back to stop the bleeding, a faint murmuring sound suddenly came from his ears.

The sound was getting closer and closer, as if coming from an infinitely distant place, through time and space, to his ears.

boom!

In an instant, Feng Xi's heart suddenly shook.

"Fire...inheritance...hope..."

And the murmur became clear in his ears, it was an old, dry sigh.

The owner of the voice seems to be expressing something!

Before Feng Xi could taste what was contained in his voice.

"Cha...cha..."

A slightly rapid, rhythmic friction sound gradually sounded.

It's like two dead trees constantly rubbing together.

"This is?"

For a moment, Feng Xi only saw the last "shooting star" sliding down from the top of the mountain, and then his eyes turned red.

There is no burning pain as imagined.

Feng Xi felt a warm and soft breath wrap him up, and then the world began to spin.

When he came back to his senses, a blurry scene appeared in front of him.

It was a fiery red winding tree that reached the sky.

The clouds and mist shrouded the tree crown, and countless firebirds shuttled among them, resembling ospreys, constantly swallowing the sparks of fire emanating from the fire-colored trees.

"Suimu!"

As if there was a voice in the dark telling him, Feng Xi recognized the origin of the fiery tree in front of him - Sui Mu!

"Drill wood to make fire?"

Thinking of the sparks that fell on him during the sacrifice, Feng Xi's heart moved and he looked under the tree following the source of the friction sound.

He saw a vague figure sitting cross-legged on the ground. Feng Xi tried hard to look, trying to see what the figure looked like, but he still couldn't.

One could only vaguely see that the opponent was holding a drill-shaped flint stick in his hand, and a flat piece of flint wood was also placed between his legs.
Chapter completed!