Wuqi looks directly at the sun with one eye. He is measuring the height of the sun from the horizon to deduce the time. The sun hurt his only eyes and his lighter skin than his people. Fortunately, this work was too familiar to Wuqi, and he only needed a few seconds to finish it. Many people think that before the war, the busiest people were the tribal leaders or their fighters. They were wrong. Wuqicai is the busiest person. His face is not good, because he has not slept for several days. Every day and every period, he has to offer the right sacrifice for the coming battle. There are so many ancestors to please and so many spirits of nature to comfort. At this time, Wuqi hopes to have a brother and sister to help him share some things.
However, this kind of thing is just thinking. As a shaman of the tribe, Wuqi''s family never had more than one adult offspring. Because two stands for distinction and opposites that can be disassembled, let alone numbers that are more complicated than two. There is only one. The shaman needs to be one with the world, with the visible and the invisible. So there will only be one shaman, and so will his offspring. This pursuit of one can be regarded as a kind of paranoia, and even can be seen as a performance trick to highlight the mystery and authority of shaman. But Wuqi knew that was not the case, because he was the shaman of the shales, the most powerful shaman in the history of the shales, the one eyed man.
When Wuqi went to his yurt, all the people, men and women, soldiers and slaves, fled from his path. It''s just that the fear in their eyes is far greater than the reverence. Wuqi knew what they were afraid of, and he didn''t want them to accept him. Lifting aside the heavy felt, there was a dizzying smell of sweet smell in Shaman''s tent. Wuqi wrinkled his nose. He didn''t like the smell very much, but it was necessary. It was as necessary as his father had blinded him in one eye.
"Ha..." The one eyed shaman sat down on the wolf skin carpet and let out a breath. To be honest, it was not his intention to attack the team, nor the wishes of the spirits on the grassland. Even now, he is exhausted to appease the wayward spirits. Shamans can''t do things against nature. This is the foundation of the foundation. When shamans intentionally divide nature and self and even want to oppose them, all their abilities will be abandoned. But Wuqi didn''t win the election, neither he nor the spirits.
"Wolf spirit in the distant land, please listen to my request..." Wolf spirit is the most unpredictable and rebellious among the grassland spirits, but it is also the one who helps the soldiers the most. Wuqi specially arranged the order of pleasing the wolf spirit to a lower position, in order to prevent the wolf spirit from feeling impatient and leaving before the war. The smell in the air gradually condensed into smoke, and the gray smoke began to float around Wuqi. No need to open his eyes, shaman also know what is happening around him, wolf spirit has come.
"The most noble hunter on the grassland, please protect my people and give them fangs and bravery." The shaman asked that although the wolf spirit was unpredictable, his enthusiasm for fighting was the most active among the spirits. In the legend of grassland, there are not a few tribal leaders or heroes who are protected by wolf spirit directly because of their boiling fighting intention without relying on shaman. Moreover, wolf spirit does not exclude the use of tactics and fighting with more than one in combat. It represents a fight for survival, which has nothing to do with glory and ideals.
Hearing Wuqi''s request, those gray smoke began to become loose, which was the omen of wolf spirit''s leaving. It was not willing to provide blessing for this battle. The shaman noticed this, and immediately began to recite the curse, hoping to calm the wolf spirit''s discontent and retain it for the battle. But the wolf spirit to the idea has been decided, Wuqi soon realized this point. So he stopped chanting. Respect for the spirits is a necessary quality for shamans. They are communicators between people and spirits, and they have no qualification to control or force anyone.
"Ouch!" Just as the smoke was about to dissipate completely, a sudden howl suddenly appeared in the yurt. Without waiting for Wuqi to react, the invisible force came from the front and knocked down the Wuqi sitting on the blanket to the ground! Blood, along the bitten lips, meanders like a stream on the Shaman''s face.
What happened? Wuqi is struggling to get up. He has been accepted by the spirits since he was born. What is doubtful to ordinary people is so true in his eyes. But for the first time in his life, he encountered a situation that he could not understand or even speculate about. However, this is not the time to think. Shaman is more concerned about the wolf spirit than those problems. The howl made him have a very bad premonition.
It should not be difficult for people to get up, but Wuqi, who was just knocked down, took quite a long time to get up from the ground. The communication with wolf spirit was interrupted, so that his tired spirit was seriously damaged. The invisible power knocked him down and broke his ribs at the same time. At the same time, the footsteps stopped outside the yurt.
"Shaman, the leaders are ready. The blessing ceremony can start at any time." The sound from outside reminds Wuqi that the sun has set. This is too bad. The leaders on the grassland have no patience to wait for their shaman to spend time checking the wolf spirit''s condition. Moreover, Wuqi now doubts whether he can enter the state of communicating with the spirits."I see. I''ll be right there." The shaman clenched his teeth and answered. He picked up a piece of cloth to wipe off the bloodstain on his face, but the blood light could not be wiped clean. However, Wuqi had to get up and lift the porcelain jar in front of him. He poured some precious spring water from the jar into the basin. The water was originally prepared for the ceremony, so it was a waste to wipe his face.
Candle light, flowing in the water waves, turns the water surface in the basin into a fuzzy mirror. Wuqi''s hands went deep into the basin and wiped the water on his face, so the liquid in the basin was stained with a slight red. Wuqi wiped the water from his eyes and wanted to see if there was any blood on his face through the water. It doesn''t matter. He not only saw his tired face from the water, but also saw a strange, disturbing, red geometric pattern on his face that he had never seen before.
The shaman wanted to scream, but as soon as his mouth opened, a powerful hand covered the lower half of his face from behind.
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