don't call me singer

Chapter 1088 The Rite of Yunzhongjun

In the distance, the sound of rumbling drums, melodious bells, and the sounds of Yu, Se, pan flute, and Chi can be heard.

There is also a woman's singing vaguely, the singing is melodious and strange, the tone is unique and somewhat evil, and it is also mixed with male ghost-like screams, which is completely different from the music of Qi and Lu.

That is the unique mode of Chudi.

Listening to that voice, the past slowly emerged.

Gu Xiaobai still remembers that in the past, with the majesty of Qi State, he led the allied forces to expedition to Chu State, and with the prestige of the overlord, he forced Chu State to surrender.

The state of Chu donated singers, dancers and musicians to entertain him by playing songs and dances of Chu. When he left, he also sent him a group of musicians and dancers from Chu to enrich his court band.

And 200 years later, Qi State is still a behemoth, but Lu State, which was once able to wrestle with Qi State, has declined in national power, because for a long time, power has been left in the hands of the doctor class, and Sanhuan competed with the public for power. The internal chaos is extremely chaotic, and it is unable to expand externally.

Also 200 years later, Chu State in the south, which once required an expedition all the way to reach the opponent's territory, has become a behemoth spanning the entire Yangtze River Basin, bordering Lu State.In the Warring States period, if you don't advance, you will retreat. Qin, which is entrenched in the west, has gradually opened its bloody mouth.

Even Gu Xiaobai, who has traveled through thousands of years, can spontaneously feel that things are right and wrong at this time.

In the distance, outside the city, in the wilderness, a grand sacrifice is going on.

Countless men and women, dressed in furs and strange masks, were singing and dancing.

Surrounded by everyone is a priestess.

Her head, shoulders and even her back were all decorated with feathers, holding a few long feathers, shaking her body crazily, whining to the sky, and singing like begging.

That high-pitched voice was like a thin snake wandering around, unpredictable.

Beside him, the naked man with the animal head on his head made a rough call.

Suddenly, countless people on the ground boiled up.

On the ground, the woman dancing her body also raised her head, looked at Gu Xiaobai who was flying in the sky, and froze there.

Two men with deer antlers on their heads and deer tails behind them were ringing the chime, when they saw Gu Xiaobai, they were stunned suddenly, and the rhythm of the chime became chaotic.

The cow-headed man who was beating the big drum next to him almost threw out his two drumsticks, and his eyes almost shot out from the eye sockets of the cow.

After a few breaths, everyone on the ground bowed down and shouted:

"The gods have come!"

"God please bless us!"

"God, enjoy our offering..."

Gu Xiaobai was a little speechless.

But he didn't bother to explain, flying all the way, even if he was in Qufu City of Lu State, many people would kneel down and worship him on the ground.

Harnessing the power of the blast and getting rid of the shackles of gravity is really unbelievable in this era. Even if many people know that he is actually the grandson of Gong Shu, Gong Shubai, they will still think that he is actually a god descended from the world. Out of the mortal body.

In fact, Gu Xiaobai has long been used to this kind of worship.

Every time he travels, if he is not the emperor of the world, he is the god of the army, or he is the emperor Zhong who has shown his holiness in the world and hanged up.

He no longer knows how many myths and legends he has created.

But now, he doesn't want to be regarded as a god at all, he is almost starving to death, okay?

Gu Xiaobai hovered in the air, when he heard the sound of the music below, the witch who was prostrate on the ground stood up, she suddenly took off her mask, revealing a beautiful face.

This is a typical southern beauty's face, the skin is like frost, and it can be broken by blowing bullets. Gu Xiaobai is very puzzled, how does she make her skin so white in this age without sunscreen.

This woman is probably in her early twenties, her forehead is painted with red lines, like a red sun in the sky.

And the lines drooped down to the tip of her nose, adding a touch of weirdness and wildness to her beauty.

She raised her head, stared at Gu Xiaobai in the sky, opened her hands suddenly, and took off her clothes.

At that moment, Gu Xiaobai's eyes almost popped out.

Fuck, turn your head quickly, if you can't look at it, you will be visited by the god of crabs!

Even so, he couldn't help but steal a glance.

The maiden's body was also painted with strange patterns, and the quaint patterns drawn with cyan paint made her snow-white skin look like clouds in the sky, reflecting the ultramarine blue in the sky.

Paired with the lines on the forehead that look like dancing flames, it seems that it is not a person, but a piece of the sky has been taken off and projected onto the woman.

This is the red sun, white clouds, and blue sky.

At this moment, the witch has a primitive wildness, a strangeness of a witch wish, and an unspeakable holiness.

No matter how difficult it is for Gu Xiaobai's eyes to move away from her body.

In keeping with the rhythm of the bells, drums and panpipes, she walked forward with strange steps, as if she was dancing or walking casually.

Looking at her dancing posture, Gu Xiaobai couldn't help being puzzled.

Don't women have bones?
The sound of the pan flute is hollow, the sound of the bell is clear, and the sound of the drum shakes the eardrum.

This is different from the primitive sacrifices in Africa, because it is more civilized.

But it is also different from those court sacrifices that Gu Xiaobai is tired of seeing, the solemnity has less change.

Everything in front of me is between wildness, humanity, spirituality and divinity, and there is a kind of beauty that touches people's hearts.

More than a dozen girls in colorful long skirts sang and danced around the witch in the middle, and the petals in their hands spilled out, covering Gu Xiaobai's sight.

Not far in front of the Miko, there is a shallow pond filled with countless flower petals.

The witch walked into the pool step by step, and the ultramarine pigment dissolved around her, revealing the white skin underneath.

A few seconds later, she stretched her arms, as if being supported by an invisible force, and slowly floated to the surface of the water.

The colorful petals adorning her body are astonishingly beautiful.

Beside them, dozens of men with animal heads, naked to the waist, and extremely strong, howled wildly, stamped their feet on the ground, and waved animal bones, sticks, and weapons in their hands.

More than a dozen girls in long skirts walked into the pool and supported the witch.

The witch raised her head, straightened her chest, closed her eyes, and opened her arms as if she wanted to embrace the entire sky in her arms.

Those men who imitated hunting and fighting actions also knelt down on the ground at the same time, held up the sacrifices around them, and stretched out their hands towards the sky

Dozens of thick arms stretched out to the sky, holding high the rich offerings, countless majestic shouts shocked people's eardrums, and all eyes were fixed on Gu Xiaobai who was constantly circling in the sky.

From the C position in the sky, watching such a grand sacrifice in the pre-Qin period, Gu Xiaobai just wanted to say:
Is it over?

I'm starving to death, can you throw some of the sacrifice up for me?

(End of this chapter)