Tomb Robber: I, Chen Yulou, am dedicated to cultivating immortality!

Seeing him finally give in.

Chen Yulou naturally did not hesitate and agreed immediately.

To know.

This kind of opportunity is not easy to come by.

Even in the Wa village that day.

He just took advantage of Moba Xigu's divination to secretly take a peek at the big ghost that descended on Long Moye.

After all, as demons, they are just servants serving the gods, so how dare they disrespect the gods?

But that was that time.

This made him develop a strong interest in these 'gods'.

Similar to the Wa people.

The Turkic shamanism is actually another kind of belief in ghosts and gods.

only.

The former directly called it a big ghost.

The Turkic tribe was named after the shaman god.

As a primitive religion, the history of shamanism is extremely long, almost traceable back to the ancient tribal era.

The scope of believers' existence is also extremely wide.

It is found throughout the Tungusic language family.

Not only Manchu, Uyghur and Turkic, but also more than ten ethnic minorities such as Xibe, Hezhe, Oroqen, Daur and Khasa are all believers of shamanism.

In their opinion, all things have spirits.

Whether it is the sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, they all have spirituality and are gods that transcend humans and nature.

However, each race has different views on the recognition of the Supreme God.

For example, the Mongolian, Manchu, Daur and other ethnic groups believe that the god Tengri is superior to other gods.

And Azhiya and his group belong to the Turkic tribe.

Among the shamanic gods, the god of fire is the most respected.

For them, if it were not for the gift of the God of Fire, they would still be living a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood. The light of fire breaks through the darkness, so that they are not attacked by wild animals and are not plagued by diseases.

and so.

Every time the altar is opened.

They would first worship the god of fire.

This can be seen from the tattoos on their bodies.

It was a totem of fire.

It can be seen on almost everyone in the village, young and old, men and women.

In addition, the altar that we passed before was also centered on the God of Fire, who was located in the center of all the gods. The most important thing is that, except for the God of Fire, the other gods did not have specific appearances.

Just like Eternal Heaven.

It has no form, no shape, no body and no substance.

"In that case, follow me."

Seeing this, Azhiya nodded.

He stood up, picked up the colorful clothes and the Dharma drum beside him, and greeted a few people.

"Let's go, Brother Tao, let's take a look."

Seeing that he seemed to be preparing to go to the altar outside, Chen Yulou immediately followed him.

The city is divided into three parts: heaven, earth and man. Where they are now is the heaven where the shaman god is worshipped. Usually, he is the only one living here. Other members of the tribe cannot easily approach without permission.

Una also followed quickly.

I didn't feel anything unusual.

Only Wutuo frowned slightly. If it was just an ordinary worship, he would not say anything.

But the God of Fire was clearly seen.

Even the tribesmen in the village may never see it once in their lifetime.

They are still pagans...

However, since Azhiya has agreed, nothing should go wrong, right?
After pondering for a moment, Wutuo sighed secretly, and finally swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Not long after.

Outside the altar.

Azhiya is ready to end.

He is wearing colorful robes, a demon mask on his head, and holding a Dharma drum in his hands.

"Boom-"

at last.

As time passes by.

A heavy drum sound suddenly rang out, spreading in all directions.

dong dong dong-

What followed was a series of more rapid drum beats, like raindrops.

It seems disorganized.

But if you listen carefully, you will find that every drum beat is just right, sometimes dull, sometimes passionate, like a violent storm, or like the roar of a mountain ghost.

The dense drum beats gradually formed an indescribable sense of rhythm.

Fall into the ears.

Weird, mysterious, and hard to describe.

Simultaneously.

Chen Yulou keenly noticed that, with the altar as the center, wisps of thin mist had been floating in the night around them without him noticing.

Azhiya, who was outside the altar, looked increasingly insane.

The drums sounded like rain.

There are words in his mouth.

Una and Wuto had already knelt on the ground, one in front of the other, their faces full of reverence and fanaticism.

See this situation.

Chen Yulou and Queqiao Shao couldn't help but look at each other. Both of them saw a trace of solemnity on their faces. At this moment, how could they not understand what was happening.

and.

How familiar is this scene?
Xiangxi Nuo Opera?

The Wa village attracts ghosts!

Almost exactly the same.

The two men's eyes met invisibly in the night. Partridge Whistle nodded, then took a few steps back calmly.

Judging from the position where he was standing, he and Chen Yulou formed a pincer attack.

You can attack when you advance and defend when you retreat.

Both of them are veterans, and years of experience have taught them that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

What if something changes.

At least you can be prepared.

Chen Yulou stood behind the group with his hands behind his back. He looked calm, but in fact his spiritual awareness had already been released. Even the slightest change in the surrounding world could not escape his perception.

"Om-"

at last.

As the obscure spell uttered by Azhiya, the situation gradually calmed down.

No longer as impatient, messy and unclear as before.

In the fog that had completely enveloped the surroundings, a barely audible eerie sound suddenly rang out, and it sounded... like an old horse sneezing in the woods on a snowy night.

It's also like an old man who wakes up in the middle of the night, sits on the edge of the bed, and rustles into his clothes to get up for the night.

The sound is pitifully small.

Barely visible in the howling cold wind.

For the first time, a ripple appeared in the depths of Chen Yulou's deep and calm eyes.

He looked up.

The movements are slow and natural.

It seems like he just changed his posture after standing for a long time.

Even Partridge Whistle didn't notice anything wrong.

but……

At this moment, in his sight, a pair of real eyes could penetrate the heavy fog and see the dark shadow.

The black shadow was invisible and intangible, appearing out of thin air, as if it had emerged from the void.

Drifted in the mist for a while.

As if attracted by the sound of the Dharma drum below, its figure flashed, and the next moment, the black shadow was infinitely stretched, like a wisp of black smoke, from top to bottom, approaching the altar.

It is clearly formless and intangible.

But in Chen Yulou's eyes, it looked like a centipede, or a snake or something like that, stretching its head and opening its mouth, desperately swallowing the incense on the altar.

That's right.

It's incense.

When the Turks worship the shaman gods, they also use a kind of red mud to rub into something like incense, which can burn for several days or even half a month after being lit.

Chen Yulou noticed it the first time he came to the altar.

Burning mud incense has an indescribable strange smell, so he asked about it specifically. Only after listening to Bo Li's explanation did he know the answer.

The so-called red mud.

It turned out to be made from sawdust from a sacred tree mixed with the blood of wild beasts.

No wonder, he felt a strong smell of death from that smell.

It was just my first time there that day.

It also involves the beliefs of the Turkic people.

He didn't dare to ask.

It was only when we were chatting afterwards that I pretended to be surprised and asked casually.

The Kunlun sacred tree contains vitality, and the beast's flesh and blood is rich in essence. The combination of the two is clearly the favorite incense of mountain spirits, monsters, demons and ghosts. "So..."

"It's just an evil spirit."

The so-called God of Fire, big ghost, and Mahakala who strikes the mountain of thunder are not gods at all. They are not even demons. After all, they don’t even have a body shape. They are just a group of floating evil spirits.

The remaining incense on the altar was swallowed up one by one by the black shadow.

It seems quite satisfied.

He dragged his body and dived into the statue of the 'God of Fire'.

wow-

In an instant.

Two flames ignited from his eyes.

Looking through the mist, they look like two floating lanterns.

At the same time, a fierce and terrifying aura spread endlessly, instantly covering the altar.

Azhiya, who was still beating the Dharma drum, felt the familiar breath and suddenly fell to his knees on the ground with fanaticism on his face.

The God of Fire... has arrived!

Since he was nine years old, he felt the breath of the God of Fire for the first time during the sky-sacrificing ceremony with his elders, and he was chosen as the wizard seed of the tribe.

Learn spells, summoning gods and various sacrificial procedures from the previous generation of wizards.

And for most of his life, as a believer in the shaman god, he was very familiar with this breath.

Burning like fire.

The moment it descends, people feel as if they are in a sea of ​​magma and fire.

Therefore, when he met Chen Yulou for the first time that day, he sensed something was wrong. There was actually a trace of aura similar to that of the God of Fire on that young man.

Although the truth was not revealed in the end.

But Azhiya thought that might be the will of the God of Fire.

Otherwise, he would not have agreed to Chen Yulou's presumptuous behavior today.

"Vulcan..."

“God has come!”

Wuto and Una, who had been kneeling on the ground early on, were even more excited at this moment. They buried their heads on the ground, not daring to move, for fear of angering the God of Fire.

As for the partridge whistle at the back.

After successfully building his foundation, he had already refined a wisp of spiritual consciousness in his Niwan Palace.

At this moment, he was using his spiritual sense to spy carefully.

However, in his sight, he could only vaguely see a blurry, terrifying pressure that was suffocating, especially those scarlet eyes that were as red as fire, which were even more disturbing.

"Is this the God of Fire?"

Partridge Whistle has been traveling around the world for many years.

In order to search for pearls, he robbed tombs everywhere and traveled through deep mountains and forests almost all year round.

I have seen many evil monsters.

But this is the first time for such a god.

Peeping at the dark shadow at this moment, I felt an indescribable weirdness.

But what was even more incredible to him was

From that breath, one could not sense any of the god's mighty righteousness, but instead a sense of evil and sinisterness, as if... that was not the God of Fire at all, but a wisp of evil spirit.

just.

This idea just came up.

He was forced to suppress it.

You can even hear loud thumping sounds coming from under your chest.

The gods are invisible and inaudible.

If he were to be discovered, it would cause a huge disaster, and he would not be able to bear it alone.

After all, Senior Azhiya had specifically said this before chanting the spell to summon the gods, and perhaps no one in this world understands this kind of pain better than their Zagrama clan.

God's curse cannot be broken even after thousands of years.

Just as he was distracted, a hidden gaze suddenly looked over at him. Partridge Whistle's heart was shocked and he subconsciously avoided the gaze. It seemed as if countless voices were murmuring in unison in his ears.

It's it!

His spying was discovered.

Partridge Whistle swallowed secretly, his lowered face full of anxiety.

If it was just him, he wouldn't care.

But if his rash actions brought disaster to Chen Yulou and the entire Turkic tribe, the consequences would be disastrous.

The invisible pressure came down like a landslide.

Fortunately, the suffocating feeling of oppression did not last long and soon dissipated.

The eerie and strange gaze was also withdrawn.

Feeling this scene, Partridge Whistle's tense mind finally relaxed a little.

At least nothing bad happened because of it.

He raised his eyes slightly, and in his peripheral vision, the two lamp-like flames disappeared in an instant, and the fog that originally shrouded the surroundings also quickly dissipated like the ebbing tide.

Azhiya and the other two were kneeling on the ground.

He kept saying something.

According to Partridge Whistle's guess, it was probably nothing more than a farewell to the God of Fire.

But in this situation, he couldn't speak. He could only suppress his curiosity and follow the mist with his eyes until it disappeared into the night.

"call--"

Until the strange aura completely disappeared.

After not noticing anything anymore.

Azhiya, who was kneeling on the ground like a stone statue, finally moved a little. He slowly straightened up the body he was hugging, and then stood up by supporting himself on the ground.

"Get up."

"The God of Fire has returned to heaven."

Azhiya did not rest, but walked outside the altar, took out two red clay incense sticks as long as arms from under the stone platform, lit them with flint, and inserted them into the incense burner with a respectful look on his face.

Hear the words.

Wuto and Una then stood up one after another.

But even so, there was no sign of casualness between the two of them, and they were even more fanatical than before.

Witness the coming of the God of Fire.

What a blessing this is. Over the past few hundred years, there are probably only a handful of people in the tribe who are so lucky.

Especially Wutu, who was worried about whether he would anger the God of Fire.

Now everything is peaceful.

His heart finally settled down.

"Brother Chen, how is it?"

After lighting incense and offering sacrifices.

Azhiya then turned around and looked at Chen Yulou.

The latter seemed to be still in a daze, but he suddenly came to his senses after hearing these words. Facing those admiring and ardent eyes, he just nodded.

"Thank you, senior. You have fulfilled Chen's wish."

"You're welcome. Thanks to you for taking care of Una along the way."

Azhiya waved his hand.

After the relationship with his daughter has thawed, he is no longer as stubborn, aloof and extreme as before, and his tone has become much gentler.

After saying this, he looked at Una beside him with a doting look.

"Oona, the bonfire banquet isn't over yet, take your two brothers over there."

"We in the Turkic tribe have no reason to ignore our guests."

Hearing this, Wuto also smiled and said, "Yes, Una, please entertain the guests for us two old men."

"Yes, Chief, Ata."

Una naturally wouldn't refuse.

And she knew that since Ata asked her to see the guest off, he must have something to discuss with the clan leader.

"Manager Chen, Chief Yang, this way please."

Walk closer to the two of them.

Una's eyes were as bright as water, and she spoke in a graceful and generous manner.

Even when facing Chen Yulou, she no longer felt the shyness she had felt in the ancient city.

On the way back, she had already figured out that even if she really insisted, she would just be repeating her parents' old path.

As a wizard, she was destined not to be able to marry, take care of her husband and raise children like ordinary people.

"it is good."

Feel the calmness in her eyes.

Chen Yulou knew that she had let it go, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Isn't that the case with him?

Considering his status, family background and appearance, to be frank, as long as he agrees, having many wives and concubines is not a strange or unusual thing.

But he aspires to live forever.

I really can't take care of love for the time being.

Following behind Una.

A group of three walked out of the village.

In the darkness ahead, flames shot up into the sky and cheers and excitement were heard everywhere.

"Brother Chen?"

Partridge Whistle seemed a little confused and asked in a low voice.

Chen Yulou heard the deeper meaning in his words.

But he just shook his head and smiled.

"Don't worry, we'll talk about it later." (End of this chapter)