The legend of the strongest special forces

Chapter 222 The Tender Trap
The bonfire was burning fiercely, illuminating the entire open area.

It was originally reserved here, and not far away is the ancestral hall, where the ancestors are enshrined.

But just three days ago, this place was also destroyed by those drug bandits. Fortunately, the damage was not too big.

Wendona dragged her all the way to the bonfire, where hundreds of villagers and people from the other four villages were sitting around.

On the bonfire, several slaughtered lambs were already stained with oil, and the aroma was overflowing, and the villagers even took out the wine buried deep in the ground.

Ling Tian was arranged to sit in the middle of the four patriarchs, which made him very uncomfortable.

After all, this should be where Wendona sat, but under Wendona's strong request, he could only sit down.

The beautiful girls are carrying trays, a glass of wine, a plate of roast lamb, and a little local fruit.

When he was respectfully placed in front of Ling Tian, ​​Ling Tian peeked at him, and he enjoyed the same treatment as other patriarchs.

Whether it was the etiquette of the girls or the order of meals, this made Ling Tian even more embarrassed.

"Come on, honor our heroes!"

The bonfire was blazing, and the four patriarchs held up their wine glasses one after another. With their hands raised high, they looked at Ling Tian with smiles on their faces.

Wendona said that during this kind of happy burial, no one can cry in the position of the bonfire, because the bonfire represents the eyes of the undead.

So even if the mood is sad, everyone should show happiness and joy to welcome the dead souls who are leading to the arms of the real body to rest in peace.

"Don't call me a hero, just call me Ling Tian!"

One mouthful of a hero, one mouthful of a hero, this kind of title is not very comfortable for Ling Tian.

He didn't even think about being a hero or a brave man. He just needs to complete his mission and bring Master Liu back alive.

All the rest is not just a matter of effort, but at this time the girls are already dancing in front of the bonfire.

People from ethnic minorities are all good at singing and dancing. The ethereal voice echoed in the square. Although Ling Tian couldn't understand what was said in it, it was still very pleasant.

The men, of course, had a good time talking about the wine, and I have to say that their smiles might really reassure the undead.

However, Wen Duona never showed up during the cup-changing. Originally, Ling Tian thought she was busy with Zhang Luo, but she was still not seen in the crowd.

"Let me go out and see the guards!"

After eating for a while, Ling Tian had already eaten a lot, but the wine was not very mellow.

But what Ling Tian is most worried about is the pursuit from the Tiantang Group.

This valley that has been quiet since the morning made Ling Tian feel more and more wrong. This is definitely not the style of the Paradise Group.

But what is the secret behind it, Ling Tian thought more and more something was wrong, so he tried to stand up.

"Don't go, the best show is coming, it's specially prepared for you!"

See, just as Ling Tian was about to get up, the patriarch at the side grabbed him and said to him mysteriously.

"For me?"

Ling Tian was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked around suspiciously, but didn't know what happened.

"Yeah, sit still, the most exciting performance is about to begin, I really hope that if I return to the embrace of God that day, I can see such a show!"

The other patriarch also looked at the bonfire with a smile. They were not afraid of death, perhaps because of their faith.

Hearing the two people talking like this, Ling Tian naturally couldn't leave. He sat down obediently and looked at the bonfire in the distance.

More than a hundred people were chatting lively about their own happy things. They wanted to laugh at today's funeral, and the louder they laughed, the greater their respect for the undead.

This may be the most special thing. The belief for thousands of years has made them very clear about what they should do.

"Dong dong dong dong..."

Suddenly, with a burst of rapid drumming, everyone gradually became quiet.

The sound of the drum came from the ancestral hall. This is the most memorable object in the village, and it is usually hidden.

The tiger skin was used as the drum skin, and the tiger bones were used as the drumsticks. Following the sound of the drum, a group of girls ran to the campfire with their bare feet.

Wearing a long skirt made of grass and rattan.

With her long hair draped over her shoulders, each girl wore a veil made of white gauze, revealing only pairs of beautiful eyes.

More than a dozen girls danced to the sound of the drums, shaking from side to side to the rhythm of the music.

The sound of the drums was fast and slow, and the movements of the girls' hands and feet were constantly changing, sometimes as light as a lark, and sometimes as vigorous as a lynx.

Under the unique folk dance, when a shadow wearing a red veil rushed into the girl, the people below were already boiling.

Ling Tian could tell that under the light of the bonfire, the girl with the red veil was none other than Wendona.

At this time, she danced lightly, like the elf dancing beside the bonfire, and more than a dozen girls reflected her dancing posture, constantly spinning and jumping.

"It's so beautiful!"

Looking at Wendona dancing in the crowd like an elf, even Ling Tian, ​​who is not very artistic, has to admit it.

When Wendona danced, she was so beautiful, like a butterfly, that people couldn't move their eyes away.

He is not the only one who is intoxicated by it, almost everyone is looking at this side silently.

This performance, which once won an international award, is absolutely amazing. Coupled with the beating of the bonfire, the reflection on Wendona's beautiful face is even more beautiful.

Wen Duona's eyes were glowing at this time, but her gaze was always on Ling Tian.

He is a warrior, but also the hope of the village. She wants to keep his people, but also his heart.

That's why she danced this dance. Perhaps on the international stage, this dance is just graceful, but she doesn't know the meaning of it.

But only their clansmen know the inner signal contained in this dance.

As the drumbeat gradually slowed down, Wen Duona walked out of the crowd step by step, and walked in front of Ling Tian with agile steps.

Leaning slightly, he picked up the bowl of wine on the table, took a sip, and then reached Ling Tian's mouth with a smile.

This sudden move made Ling Tian stunned. He had been staring at Wendona's beautiful dance in a daze just now. When he realized it, the fine wine had already reached his mouth.

(End of this chapter)