My name''s Wuqi. I''m a shaman from Salzburg. I mean, I''m supposed to be Wuqi, I''m supposed to be from Salem What am I? Head man? Soldier? No, my arm is too thin and weak to hold the machete. I should not be the leader, because I don''t have the tattoo of the head man. Wait, tattoo? Why should I have a tattoo on my right arm? Yes, tattoos are the media, the media of the spirits of the leaders and ancestors. As for the tattoos of our shale tribe, they should be I forgot it. No, it''s too bad to be a shaman. I''ll be scolded by my father in the sky in my dream. oh Shaman, I''m a shaman. I''m a shaman from Salzburg Delay? Wu Yan, Wu Yan or, forget it, I know I am enough.


    Where is this? Is it grassland? It should be that there is a feeling of being rubbed by grass stalks below the knee, but there is too much cow dung on the ground. It takes a lot of effort to take every step. What''s more, why is the air so wet and why are the clouds around me? My father taught me. Yes, he taught me. It''s fog! Yes, fog, fog is the cloud falling to the ground! They''re on the ground because they''re exiled from the sky, poor fellow. I''m not going to be happy if I''m exiled.


    But I''m in the same situation as being exiled, is it? Where am I now? Why am I here? That''s weird. No sun, no sky, no direction. It''s too bad. I began to understand why these clouds were banished, and they were very unpopular. But that said, the fog will not disperse itself, and it will not help to stay in place. Moreover, I vaguely feel that something is staring at me. I can''t get my eyes through the fog. I can''t be sure whether it''s good or bad. Keep moving first.


    When this cloud is in the sky, we can''t see the sun all day. It''s too big. No matter how you go, the fog is the same. And cow dung under your feet, maybe horse manure? It must be a large tribe with thousands of heads that can raise so many cattle and horses. I hope they don''t mind giving me a little rest. The premise is to find them.


    The sight is still there. Although I can''t walk, I can still feel the sight behind me. But every time I look back, I can''t see anything but fog. There''s a sense of being hunted, no, since the other side hasn''t launched an attack, maybe it''s more appropriate to be observed. Should I try to talk to each other?


    I yelled several times, which is definitely the biggest voice I have ever made in my life. My father never allowed me to be loud. He said that our voice would reach the ears of the spirits. They didn''t like to make noise. Think about it, maybe that''s why he turned his mother into a mute No, of course not. What am I thinking? He turned her into a mute so that I can''t hear her voice, learn her language, and learn her past. Effective strategy, before I was seven.


    Speaking of mother, judging from her hair color and skin color, she should be from the south. The carriage was also from the south. If they knew something, how could it be possible? No one can remember a woman who was lost more than 20 years ago. It''s sad. In a few years, I will have to consider the issue of heirs. Who should I look for to give birth to children? A girl from the tribe? No, their eyes are empty, and the spirits will not bless the children of such a woman. Wait, why am I thinking about this?


    The clothes were broken, starting from the ankle part, and the pants under the knee had turned into rags. It''s really hard to tell the difference between pain and dampness, isn''t it? If I didn''t look back and see the blood on the grass. Damned grass, this must be the land abandoned by the spirits. Those grass are all serrated. They tear my pants! This is a pair of pants made of cloth for my prayer! They don''t understand how hard it is to spread cloth on the grassland. Damn grass.


    Well, at least the grass reminds me of another problem. Besides the fog, it''s not normal here. Now I''m beginning to wonder what the soft, sticky stuff under my feet is. It feels like stepping on fat. No, I have to stop thinking that. My feet are starting to feel uncomfortable.


    Line of sight is still, long serrated grass is still, how long did I walk, a day? Or several sunsets? It''s hard to say that there seems to be no way to judge the passage of time from the light. But with my physical strength, I may have only walked much less than I expected. I''ve always been the worst physically. Compared with black Why do I try to remember a name that doesn''t exist? My father and I live alone in the wilderness, don''t we? There are not many shamans without tribes. If I can, I still want to find a tribe to join, if they can accept my father.


    The fog is getting thicker and I can only see the first two steps of my body now. I guess I''m close to the core of this cloud. If it''s spiritual, maybe I can ask it to disperse? Or should I now turn around and move in the opposite direction, so that I might be able to get out of the fog. Come on, I''m not strong enough. Although I haven''t felt hungry yet, the muscles in my legs are beginning to burn. Even those soldiers can''t walk this far, can they? After all, their legs were deformed because of too much riding.


    I found a strange thing that looked like some kind of totem or ornament, maybe a landmark, telling people whose territory this is. But I haven''t heard of any tribe using knots as landmarks, and the appearance of those knots makes me uncomfortable. It was a knot made of a mixture of ropes made of branches and grass stalks. Six ropes of different lengths were tied to a branch and inserted into a projection made of small stones. It''s a bit like a grave, but grassland people don''t build graves. What''s more, the ropes and branches are obviously combined according to certain rules that I don''t understand. They are similar to the carvings made of bones, and they all have some unspeakable charm.Anyway, it can be used as a sign to show me the direction. Good news. It seems that the spirits have not forgotten me. It would be better if they didn''t give signs in this form.


    The second knot, which is smaller than the previous one, is buried in the grass. If I hadn''t nearly tripped over, I wouldn''t have found it. Compared with the first one, the knot has only two ropes and a branch. But it reminded me that there might be more like that in the grass, perhaps before I found the sign. But what are these knots for? I don''t know. My brain can''t answer this question.


    More knots. At first glance, I thought it was a person. When I got closer, I found it was a man high knot. Around it, more and more similar things stand up. I think of mummies, the kind of bodies that died in the wild and escaped the bite of jackals, and they would wind dry into similar shapes. I know this kind of imagination makes me feel uncomfortable, but somehow, I can''t stop. I began to wonder if I had gone where I couldn''t go.


    There are more and more knots, big and small. Some of them are made up of more than ten ropes and branches, and some are only one or two. I don''t have time to judge how they are made. These knots make me feel worse and worse. I don''t want to see them again, but they are everywhere. Spirits!


    I started to run, no matter the body protest, I want to leave here, no matter what I want to leave here! Wait, damn it, I have


    I tripped over. Of course, there were knots in the grass. I''ve got a lot of sticky stuff on my body, and I don''t want to know what it is. When I got up, I saw a big shadow in front of me. It was very big. It was bigger than the tents of all the tribes I had ever seen. Maybe I ran to the Southerners'' territory and the shadow was their castle? Anyway, I''m going to go and have a look. I just hope there are no knots.


    Mistakes, big mistakes. The shadow is not a castle, it is a tree! It''s too big. How can it be so big! And why are the knots on its roots and trunks


    No, no, no, the knots are tied together like cobwebs! I saw what was carved on the roots of the big tree behind the spider web. No matter what it was, I would like to see it.


    I see it! I saw it! I see


    "Calm down. No matter what you see or hear, you are back now."


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