I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

When Mu Feng was doing archaeology, he met a half of his colleagues who specialized in ancient witchcraft techniques.

Because of the "professional closeness", the two chatted very speculatively.

Through that person, Mu Feng learned that the witchcraft technique has been in existence since ancient times.

Especially in the Xia Dynasty before the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, and even in the more ancient tribal alliance period, whether it was a tribe, a tribe, or a clan alliance, there would be special "witches" holding important positions in the tribe.

"Witch" bears a series of sacred powers such as offering sacrifices to the ancestors, cultivating tribesmen, praying for blessings and disasters.

One of them is to give blessings to the warriors of the tribe, so that the warriors in the tribe can gain greater strength, stronger physique, and even various secret powers.

Although Mu Feng doesn't have this ability, the strengthening effect of the Wood Dao Derivative Technique is real.

In order to avoid the trouble of many explanations, he directly told the three Lihu that they were "initiated," which meant that they were not obtrusive to gain a stronger physique directly.

But he still underestimated the trio's awe of the "initiation" and the "warchief".

Fortunately, the three of them didn't think of the others, they just walked out with a slight worry.

Mu Feng is both gratifying and funny.

It is gratifying that he has such a heavy weight in the minds of the three people, and he is obviously worried about him.

The funny thing is that the three "Tiehanhan" have become so simple, they are still the "elite" within the tribe!

"Since you all think the initiation ceremony is very mysterious, let's make it a little more mysterious!" Mu Feng thought, "how it is a bit beyond common sense, it is better to create a sense of mystery!"

After making this decision, he immediately thought about what to do to make people feel this way.

He thought of a certain religion in his previous life when he was rebelling against the government of the dynasty. He used the talisman to stick to people, saying that as long as the person who put the talisman on the battlefield, he would be invulnerable to the cold or heat.

So when the believers of the sect went to the battlefield, most of them showed their upper bodies and started fighting with the officers and soldiers with big swords.

As you can imagine, in the twelfth lunar month of winter, these Christians who were shirtless before they waited for the officers and soldiers to approach, they were already shaking with cold and were holding a knife insecure.

There are external stickers, natural and internal use, and there are other teachings that you can drink the water after burning the talisman to ashes, and the "effect" is almost the same.

Mu Feng believed that even if he was ignorant, he would never believe this kind of nonsense, and he would not use it to fool the tribe.

He thought for a while, and felt that the clansmen had enough respect for him, and he still wanted to educate them, there was no reason to change the method of ignorance of them.

He felt that he only needed to make this "initiation" a little more solemn and serious.

Early the next morning, Mu Feng hadn’t gotten up, Lihu, Mingguang and Hanshu, followed by several people came to Mu Feng’s door, standing outside the door, looking at Mu Feng, but didn’t dare. Come in.

These people belonged to the hunting team, and they were the "pillars" of the tribe.

Being stared at by so many people, Mu Feng instantly became sober.

"Fuck, what's the situation?" Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, seeing so many eyes looking at him, as if many relatives and friends came to see a close relative for the last time.

"This..." Mu Feng hurriedly got up from the bed and asked, "What are you doing with so many people here?"

Lihu scratched his head: "Warchief, the tribe has heard that you are going to be empowered, they have to come to see you, you are for a while..."

"Fuck!" Mu Feng almost burst out vulgar words, waved his hand, "Go away, I'm an empowerment, I'm not going to die!"

"But..." Lihu stopped talking.

Mu Feng stomped his feet: "Except for Han Shu, everyone else is going out!"

Everyone looked at each other, you look at me, I look at you, and finally look at Mingguang and Lihu.

The two of them were too frightened by Mu Feng, and they hurriedly signaled everyone to leave.

Someone whispered: "What's wrong with the chieftain?"

"I look good!"

"Why do you suddenly want to initiate the cold tree?"

"You said that the warchief didn't foresee his own death, did you?"

...

Fortunately, Mu Feng hadn't heard these words. If I really heard them, I might be mad.

At this moment, he was frowning and sighing. He still wanted to make this empowerment ceremony a little more solemn. This was great, it was solemn and solemn enough, but he almost sent him away as a dying man!

"These silly groups!" Mu Feng was completely speechless.

Over time, he increasingly felt that these people's IQs were "worrisome."

Han Shu was a little embarrassed, and he hesitated for a long time before he said: "Warchief, if you are healthy, don't give me the empowerment..."

"I'll go!" Mu Feng laughed angrily, "I thought you were quite clever a while ago, but I didn't expect it to be so stupid!"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "Okay, okay, I can't blame you all, don't worry, I said, I'm fine! Improving you will not have much effect on me, and it will not let me die!"

"Really?" Han Shu was surprised, still a little unbelieving.

"Well, don't worry!" Mu Feng smiled and nodded, motioning Han Shu to sit down, and then asked, "Han Shu, what will happen if you have enough power?"

This is equivalent to asking about your ambitions and ambitions before joining an organization in your previous life.

"Well, this is the sense of ritual!" Mu Feng thought.

Han Shu was stunned for a moment. He didn't understand why Mu Feng asked, but after thinking about it, he answered honestly: "Back to the Great Chief, if I become stronger, I must protect the tribe and the tribe!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng didn't talk nonsense, "Remember what you said today, and I will give you initiation next!"

"Ah? Do you start now?" Han Shu was surprised.

"Well, start now!" Mu Feng came to Han Shu, "Close your eyes, don't think about anything!"

"Yes!"

Mu Feng stretched out one hand and placed it on top of Han Shu's head, took a deep breath, half-squinted his eyes, pinched the other hand, and started the operation.

Han Shu also stiffened at the moment Mu Feng stretched out his hand, obviously very nervous.

But then he didn't notice any abnormality, so he calmed down again.

More than half an hour later, Mu Fengkan accepted his handprints, sitting on the stool and exhaling: "Alright!"

Han Shu opened his eyes and looked at Mu Feng. He found that his face was tired, and asked nervously, "Warchief, what's the matter with you?"

Mu Feng smiled and waved: "It's okay, I'm hungry!"

Han Shu immediately got up and shouted outside: "Uncle Lihu, Uncle Mingguang, Chief Chief is hungry!"

"Hungry?" Everyone outside the door was taken aback when they heard it.

"Come on, go get food for the warchief!"

Han Shu turned to Mufeng and shouted: "Warchief, you have to hold on, the food will be delivered soon!"

"Why don't you tell me to hold on!" Mu Feng almost crooked his nose, "I'm just hungry!"

But he didn't show it, but waved his hand at Hanshu: "Okay, you try your strength now!"

Han Shu thought for a while, stretched out his hand and picked up the bow and arrow he carried with him, and the two arms fought against each other, only to hear a "click", which was considered by the clan to be the strongest, and the three-piece bow specially used by the cold tree at the end of the bamboo piece was easily pulled by him. Fold it!

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