I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

Wu En put on an uncomfortable expression: "You guys go first, I'll rest here."

"Is it serious? I'll stay with you."

"It's nothing serious, just take a rest."

After finally sending Suhe away, Wuen immediately turned back halfway after all the shamans had gone far away.

...................

When everyone arrived at the holy lake, the round moon had already risen.

It was a rare grassland lake view, and it was a full moon. Tangtang didn't dare to blink and held her breath to take in the beautiful scenery around her.

"Really? Where did that guy Wuen go?"

Su He was a little absent-minded, but his attention was soon attracted by the sparkling lake.

Many shamans have begun to sing requiems in a low voice. The solemn singing floats in the ears, creating a sacred atmosphere.

The white bone relic flew out silently, and the little girl holding it slowly floated into the air.

Sure enough, the holy lake looks even more beautiful from above!

Tangtang stretched out her fingers and slowly traced the overall shape of the holy lake.

It is not an ellipse, but more like an inverted triangle, or to be more precise, an inverted trapezoid.

Very naturally, the little girl understood that this shape represented the meaning of "gestation" in shamanism.

"Xiaobai, look, look."

"The round moon reflected in the lake, does it look like you?"

Round, glowing, white.

It does look alike, Xiaobai shook it gently to show his agreement.

"..."

Suddenly, a vague inspiration came to Tangtang's mind. She wanted to grasp it, but the inspiration slipped away mischievously.

Chapter 180 Requiem

After returning to the Shamanism headquarters, Tangtang fell seriously ill.

But what worries Suhe is not only the little girl's condition, but also Wuen!

I heard from other shamans that Wuen turned back once, but he didn't stay for long and left in a hurry.

Tomorrow is Requiem, such an important holiday, and he is planning to miss it?

With an anxious mood, Su He stayed awake all night.

When the sun rose the next day, he first went to visit the little girl's condition.

It was far more serious than imagined, Tangtang was actually unconscious.

"Alas, everything has a price."

After walking back and forth in the little girl's tent several times, Suhe was driven out by the female shaman who was responsible for taking care of Tangtang.

"Stop swaying around, you're making me dizzy. You can't help much by staying here, so get ready and go to the Requiem!"

After standing in front of the tent for a while, Su He began to search for Wuen in a depressed mood.

However, after searching the entire huge headquarters, he could not find any trace of his friend.

"Shaman Suhe——"

Someone shouted to Su He from a distance, "Come over and add some color, the show is about to start!"

To make it more solemn, before the Requiem celebrations begin, the shamans who are eligible to have their faces painted must put on some "makeup touch-ups".

Su He ran over weakly, allowing the shaman in front of him to paint colors on his face.

Sniff——

Su He sniffed and frowned unconsciously.

"Which shaman prepared the raw materials for the red color this time? It doesn't seem very fresh."

The overall color of the shaman's face painting is mainly bright red, followed by grayish white.

In order to achieve certain mysterious effects, the blending of bright red color is very complicated, but one key ingredient is indispensable - fresh animal blood.

Just now, Su He faintly smelled a rotten smell, and he immediately felt very annoyed.

...........

"Sacred Clothes Shaman Narisong, the raw materials are fresh now, right?"

It was just a joke, but Su He turned around and left.

"No, no, no, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The shaman quickly pulled Su He back, but the latter shook his head and said, "You are not wrong. The one who is wrong is Shaman Risong. He knows that today is Requiem Day, so why is he so careless? Let go, I want to find him and ask him clearly."

"No, please don't cause any trouble today! Besides, Shaman Risong is not at the headquarters, you won't be able to find him."

Not at headquarters?

Su He was stunned and asked, "Such an important day, he was absent?"

"Well, he said that his tribe had urgent matters, so he left in a hurry last night."

Wuen also left in a hurry. Maybe something urgent happened in his tribe?

Thinking of this, Su He's irritable mood was relieved a little.

thump—

dong dong——

dong dong dong dong-

As the fierce drum beats sounded, many shamans in strange clothes walked out of their tents.

Some were covered in sheepskin, some had eagle feathers on their heads, and some had manes around their necks...

These are all shamans participating in the show. They are dressed up as various animals and gather around the stage while dancing.

Su He calmed himself down and was about to enjoy the show when he suddenly felt an itchy sensation on his face.

After holding it in for a while, he couldn't help scratching it hard with his nails.

“I said the ingredients must not be fresh!”

When Su He turned around, he was shocked to find that the shaman scratched his face even harder than himself. He refused to stop even after scratching his entire face.

"Stop scratching and go wash yourself."

As soon as he grabbed the shaman's hand, he began to struggle like crazy.

Su He had no choice but to carry the man towards a nearby tent.

'Damn, my face is itchy too.'

I shook my cheeks frantically to try to relieve the itch, but found red hair growing out of my face.

Su He's expression suddenly changed, and his mind raced. He suddenly turned the man in front of him to take a look.

The red-feathered eagle's beak is almost inhuman-like!

..........

The Requiem program had just begun when a riot broke out.

Halbara stood on the platform with a sullen face. Whenever a blood eagle soared into the sky, he would knock it down with a punch from mid-air.

After seven consecutive punches, the commotion finally subsided a little.

"Bring Su He up, and some clean water."

While throwing punches, the Bone Shaman did not forget to observe the situation below. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he soon noticed Su He who was struggling to suppress the mutation of his body.

Su He, whose face was mostly covered by Akabane, was quickly carried to the platform. Su He was still conscious at this time. He struggled to say, "It was Na Risong! He tampered with the painting materials."

Halbara nodded and tried to wash the paint off Suhe's face with the clean water in the basin.

But it was no use, the paint didn't fade at all!

"I was attacked before, and the wound felt, it felt wrong."

Su He took a breath and tried to stay calm, "It's very numb and itchy. My face is itchy too."

Without saying a word, Halbara tore off his sleeve.

There is a hole on Su He's arm, which looks like it was pecked hard by a large bird. A large area of ​​skin around it has begun to fester, and the condition of the injury is not optimistic!

The most terrifying thing was that red hair slowly began to grow on his festering skin.

"Lord Halbara, cut them off with your knife."

Su He gritted his teeth and said, "Cut off all the flesh and feathers, cut deeper, I can hold on!"

Halbara was slightly moved, but did not really use the knife to cut Suhe's flesh.

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the sheepskin bag at his waist and poured the clean water inside onto Su He's wound.

hiss--

A burst of white smoke came out of the wound, and Su He almost cried out in pain.

Halbara took some water and wiped it on his face again. Miraculously, the paint was washed away immediately.

“This is a holy spring.”

The bone-adorned shaman said solemnly, "The mutant, heal with the holy spring."

.........

When visiting the holy lake, many shamans used their sheepskin bags to collect the holy spring water from the lake.

After Halbara's order was passed down, the riot was finally curbed fundamentally.

"Lord Halbara, should the Requiem continue?"

The riots gradually subsided, and the Bone Shaman had to face a difficult choice.

"Sacred Objects"

Without wavering, Halbara ordered the shamans to fetch the sacred object.

The sacred object used to guide the restless spirits was a pure white bull's horn. Just when everyone thought Halbara was about to blow the horn, he smashed it to the ground with force.

Everyone was horrified, and saw Halbara raise his foot and stomp the poisonous insect that crawled out of the horn to death.

"It's fake. You can't brag about it. If you do, you'll be plotted against."

After a moment of silence, Halbara spoke word by word, "Which shamans who should be present are not here today? Count their names and report them to me!"

Chapter 181 Desperate

Holding the pure white bull horn stolen from the headquarters, Wuen took a deep breath and blew it hard.

A loud and powerful horn sounded, and in an instant, strong winds blew around the shamans.

With the wind as the medium, the huge number of restless spirits on the grassland received the calling signal in a very short time.

More and more restless spirits gathered here, and they looked at Wuen with manic and angry expressions.

“Something doesn’t seem right”

A divine hat shaman whispered, "Although the spirit has appeared, it is somehow so hostile to us."

"Maybe the way to play the holy object is wrong." Na Risong stared at Wu En with an unpleasant expression: "You shouldn't be so reckless. I told you that we would test it in advance."

test?

Where's the time test?

Two divine robes and three divine hats, this power can be used to do many things secretly before it is exposed, but if it is exposed, destruction will happen overnight!

Wuen smiled coldly and continued to blow the horn hard.