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After he finished speaking, he motioned to the eight men and women.

The eight people turned around and lit eight torches and threw them into the firewood pile, and the fire roared into flames.

Zhou Xu: ...

He turned to ask Lao Wu: Tell me again, what is the name of this ceremony?

Old Wu: Da Mu.

Zhou Xu: Are you sure it's Da Mu, not Da Mu???

Just as Lao Wu was about to answer him, he heard a commotion outside, and then the crowd moved out of the way. Six people walked in along the road one after another.

When Old Wu took a look at it, he made a big stroke on the booklet, circled the names of those cheap people, and said to Zhou Xu: People are here, prepare to salute.

Zhou Xu raised the flag in his hand, then turned his head and looked...

I saw Wen Shi, Xie Wen, Zhang Lan, Zhang Yalin, Lao Mao, and Xia Qiao.

Zhou Xu made a crunch and scratched his neck.

Lao Wu urged: Shout out, we can start.

Start with your mother.

Zhou Xu said angrily under the mask: You can't afford to burn three of these six people, and I can't afford to burn them either. Why don't you burn me.

Lao Wu: ...

Chapter 65 Weird Habits

The eight men and women responsible for lighting the fire knelt down, stretched out their hands, and lay around the fire. They muttered with their heads down, as if they were worshiping or reciting some scriptures.

Other people in the village lowered their heads, clasped their hands, and walked slowly in a circle outside. Lu Wenjuan was among them, but she wasn't too serious. After walking a few steps, she couldn't help but glance at Wenshi, Xie Wen and the others.

There was an old lady who was nearly a hundred years old and held a special position among the villagers. She was the leader. She walked around, opened her toothless mouth, and started howling, and the others immediately caught up with the rhythm.

The high and low sobs of men, women, old and young were mixed together. Against the background of the barren mountains and villages and the gray smoke, it was a bit like all the ghosts crying together.

There was a moment of trance when I heard it, as if I had returned to the nightmare-ridden boyhood. Every time the worldly connections were scattered, and every time a force was used to cleanse the soul, a similar sound would be heard.

So the moment he heard the cry, his head started to hurt.

So he was in a terrible mood the whole time, and naturally had no interest in paying attention to the extra Zhang siblings, nor did he notice the frequent gazes of those two people, especially Zhang Yalin.

In the eyes of others, Wen Shi at this time was as cold as ice.

The villagers walked around three times and cried for a long time, waiting for the spiritual leader to raise the long white hemp flag. As a result, I turned around and saw——

The leader and the village elder Wu got into a fight.

Old Wu grabbed Zhou Xu's wrist and tried to help him salute. Although Zhou Xu's figure is a bit thin, his hands are not weak.

I saw him tripping with his legs and twisting his hands - they were twisted into a knot with Old Wu.

You really can't burn it! Why are you so stubborn?! Zhou Xu's mask was tightly covered, and he lowered his voice and advised earnestly.

Old Wu was so strangled that his eyes bulged out, but his face was still pale and not red at all: No, our place is a land of white fur. If unclean people stay here, big trouble will happen! They must be polite. , This is for their own good, and for our own good. I am the village chief, I have to be responsible, and the rules passed down from generation to generation cannot be broken by me!

What's more important, rules or life? Zhou Xu asked.

Lao Wu: The rules of our ancestors must be observed with our lives.

Zhou Xu: I'm only 15 years old when I'm paralyzed!

Neither of them spoke loudly, only they themselves could hear.

So neither the villagers nor the guests who were about to be burned knew what the two were doing. Especially guests...

Lao Mao hissed and said, What kind of evil dance is that?

Xia Qiao was worried: Are we going to be burned?

When Zhang Lanchong heard this, he raised his chin and said something from the gap between his lips: Don't just stare and see what you can tell? I just think he is handsome, nothing else.

Zhang Yalin glanced up and down several times when he was about to hear it, and finally landed on his hanging fingers, and whispered: Everyone who studies puppetry knows that, look at his hands, look at the bones of his fingers -

Zhang Lan followed Zhang Yalin's words and glanced out from the end of the long and exaggerated black eyeliner, wanting to take a closer look at the smelling fingers.

As a result, he saw Xie Wen tilting his head to the tip of his nose and coughing several times, which just separated the two of them from the smell.

What a fart.

Zhang Lan: I think Bingyangzi's finger bones are in good shape.

Zhang Yalin: ...

After Xie Wen finished coughing, he raised his eyes and swept his eyes over them. His eyelids dropped and raised, as if they were greeted by a dragonfly.

This is a bit intentional...

Zhang Lan immediately thought of the truck of pigs, with a face longer than a Japanese melon.

But Wen Shi, who really asked them to chase the pig, didn't even look at them. He only endured his headache and said in a cold voice impatiently: When will this ceremony end?

In short, the scene was very fragmented for a time, without any solemnity and solemnity that Damu should have.

...until a muffled thunder suddenly rolled from the horizon.

That is the most common thunder in summer, which can be heard almost every day during the rainy season. But the villagers suddenly froze and glanced above their heads.

Even the men and women lying on the ground couldn't help but raise their heads, the panic on their faces was very obvious.