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Chapter 380 The Old Shaman's Kneeling

"No...this is impossible..."

Ballard, with blood on his lips, took off his mask and stared at Wayne in disbelief, his voice trembling.

The black-haired, black-eyed man before me, the man known as the Seattle Saint, actually claimed to be a Squaricard, a powerful spiritual healer.

This is as absurd and bizarre as Jesus Christ removing the crown of thorns and putting on the shamanic feather headdress of Native Americans.

"Impossible..." he retorted instinctively, "Only my father knows this name..."

His childhood nickname, Qiuqiu, was a name given to him by his father when he was learning shamanic rituals; it was a name associated with spirituality.

It is a name specifically used to communicate with the Holy Spirit between heaven and earth.

No one knew except his father.

The black-haired, black-eyed man in front of them spoke gently:

"Of course, little chick, your father's spirit is here. He told me that, can't you see it?"

[Bard Performance] Initiated!

An expression of disbelief crossed the face of the old shaman Balad, who murmured:

"I...I..."

Then he suddenly realized something, looked up at Wayne and said:

"Impossible... How could an outsider become a powerful spiritual healer? You're lying... This is a lie..."

Wayne sighed, looked into the void beside him, and slowly said:

"Yes, White Bull, just as you said, he has never been a bright child, otherwise he wouldn't still be just a shaman apprentice after all these years."

"However, he started practicing shamanism with you when he was just a child, and you were killed by outsiders before he grew up, so it's understandable that he would have such thoughts..."

Wayne was talking to the air beside him as if he were having a conversation with someone.

White Bull is the name of Ballard's father.

According to Native American tradition, the name given to a person upon reaching adulthood is often associated with their personal achievements in battle.

Ballard's father once hunted a ferocious white bison when he was young, hence the name.

"My father... he really was murdered..." Ballard's eyes widened, filled with anger and shock.

The disappearance rate on Indian reservations is alarmingly high.

As the indigenous people of the reservation, they all understood that what they called "missing" meant that they had been murdered.

The body hasn't been found yet to be confirmed.

Ballard didn't realize that when he said those words, he had subconsciously accepted that Wayne was indeed a powerful psychic healer who could communicate with his father's spirit.

Wayne sighed and looked at Ballard in front of him, saying:

"Chirp, you've done very well. White Bull told you never to seek revenge for him; he only wants you to live a peaceful life..." Ballard trembled, muttering to himself.

"Father……"

Then he abruptly looked up at Wayne and asked urgently:

"What else did he say?"

Wayne glanced at the empty space beside him, shook his head slightly, and said:

"He's already gone, and you, Little Chirp..."

Wayne raised his hand and placed it on Ballard's forehead, instantly unleashing the "God-Shocking" power of the Messiah Ring.

Ballard immediately felt a tremendous power envelop his head.

My brain, which had been feeling a little dizzy, became much clearer in an instant, and the dizziness was abruptly dispelled.

He felt he had never been so clear-headed.

Ballard looked up sharply at Wayne, as if seeing the man dressed as a shaman for the first time.

There was no mockery or contempt on the other person's face, only gentleness and compassion.

It reminded him of his former father.

"Barad Shaman, this brat is spouting nonsense. I'll get rid of him right now!" a man said indignantly.

"Exactly, Shaman Barad is too old; he just fell down. This kid actually tried to take advantage of him..."

"He's not a Native American at all, how could ancestral spirits communicate with him!"

"Playing tricks! He didn't even light his own fire, and he didn't really have any conversation with the gods..."

The other indigenous people present, not understanding what was happening, began to shout loudly.

"Shut up!" the old shaman Balad shouted, silencing the crowd.

Then, amidst the astonished expressions of the natives, Ballard struggled to his feet, looked at Wayne with a complex expression, glanced around at the crowd, and sighed:

"I lost..."

A gasp of surprise immediately rose from the crowd, and everyone looked on incredulously.

The last shaman of the Mukshott tribe, the highly respected Mr. Balad, actually admitted in public that he had lost the ritual of magic duel! What exactly happened?

In their view, it was merely that Ballard fell to the ground, then Wayne stepped forward and took Ballard's hand, followed by some inexplicable conversation between the two, after which Ballard publicly conceded defeat.

This is simply...unbelievable!

Many of those who had just spoken disrespectfully and arrogantly to Wayne now showed expressions of horror, their eyes filled with lingering fear and dread.

If even the Balad Shaman failed, it clearly means that the opponent's magic power is greater.

Will they be cursed for their words and actions?

Raphael and Tatanka, standing to the side, wore expressions of arrogance, as if the outcome before them was entirely expected.

Raphael sighed inwardly, thinking that the Godfather was far too lenient. Logically speaking, this Ballard, who dared to provoke the Godfather, should have been subjected to several rounds of torture.

Ballard said nothing more, bowed to Wayne, and said:

"Sir, thank you for your enlightenment. On the path of shamanism, I still have so much to learn from you..."

His father was just an ordinary healer in Xiudiling, and he himself was only at the apprentice level.

Unfortunately, under the systematic exploitation of the United States, Native American shamanic culture is gradually dying out, and there is almost no shamanic power that can be truly passed down.

Based on Ballard's own experience, the man before him possessed power that had definitely reached the level of a true great spiritual healer.

Words may deceive, but the energy you feel in your own body is absolutely real.

The power of shamans doesn't lie.

Ballard then took a deep breath and said to Wayne:

"Sir, if it's convenient, could we speak privately for a moment? I have something I need to tell you..."

Wayne said calmly:

"certainly."

As he spoke, he turned and slowly walked toward the tent to the side.

Ballard quickly followed Wayne into the tent.

Seeing this, the local indigenous people who had been watching the spectacle dispersed, marveling at the sight.

I was hoping to see a local shaman crush an outsider, but instead, Ballard was defeated in just a few words. Is this so-called Saint Wayne really that amazing?

Although many people did not understand what had happened, a seed of respect for Wayne had been planted in their hearts.

At this moment, Wayne stepped into the tent, and the old shaman Ballard followed him in.

The moment the tent flap was closed, Ballard immediately knelt respectfully on the ground, prostrating himself before Wayne and saying:

"Great Squinicard, mighty healer, in the presence of ravens and coyotes, please accept the highest respect of an apprentice!" As he spoke, his eyes reddened, and he appeared very excited.

As a shaman apprentice, being able to see a truly powerful healer again in his lifetime was of extraordinary significance to him, and he could even say that he could die without regrets.

"I've heard tales of the great power of healers from my father's legends, but I've never actually witnessed it..." Ballard said, his voice trembling. The indigenous tribes and cultures were constantly disappearing and fading away; the so-called shamans had become mere cultural inheritors, everything reduced to a performance. Ballard had even gradually come to accept the idea that ancestral spirits didn't exist, believing that it was all just an ancient performance.

Today, he felt the true power of shamanism from Wayne, a power beyond his imagination, which reminded him once again of his awe of shamanic power and the power of ancestral spirits.

Wayne said calmly:

"Chirp, spiritual power has always existed; the only question is, do you firmly believe it?"

You're not sincere.

Ballard was struck dumb, his eyes filled with remorse, and he said in a trembling voice:

"Yes, Great Healer, I repent to you..."

The spiritual power has always been there; it's just that his will was not firm enough, which is why he has remained at the level of a shaman apprentice for so many years.

Ballard secretly vowed that he would strengthen his faith in the ancestral spirits and work harder to practice shamanic rituals, striving to master spiritual power as soon as possible, just like the powerful spiritual healer before him.

Ballard's expression then turned solemn, and he knelt before Wayne, slowly saying:

"Revered Great Healer... Mr. Wayne, I feel it necessary to remind you that your arrival has caused dissatisfaction among some people, who are using various methods to try to drive you away..."

"I was misled by others, which led me to arrogantly challenge you..."

"The current reservation is indeed not safe enough. Many people, especially many girls, have been murdered or gone missing. Everyone is living in fear, and those people are taking advantage of this..."

Wayne asked calmly:

"So, Ballard, who wants to get rid of me?"

Ballard quickly said:

"Gary, a member of the reservation council, was the one who encouraged me to come..."

"Please be careful, the reservation is far less safe than Seattle, and most crimes here go unpunished..." Wayne nodded.

The security situation in the South Side of Seattle is even worse than in the Reserve, which shows just how bad things are.

Wayne immediately took out his phone and showed the old shaman Ballard the photo he had taken from Clara's phone, asking:

"Ballard, where is this place?"

In the photo, Clara's great-grandfather Bojack is standing in front of a church-like building, looking solemn.

Ballard paused, then frowned and said:

"Sir, if I'm not mistaken, this is... a church boarding school..."

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