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

Hundreds and thousands of spirits came to them, and in the distance they could see more spirits rapidly gathering there.

Snapped--

Wuen snapped his whip, blew the horn, and galloped away.

When he moved, the other shamans followed suit, and thousands of spirits also started running after him.

Spirits have no substance; no matter how many there are, they cannot escape the earth-shaking momentum.

But the shamans clearly felt the terrible oppression coming from behind them!

To make matters worse, by angering so many spirits, the five shamans violated a strict clause in the [Pact of All Spirits] and could no longer use the power of the contract to perform their various supernatural powers.

At the same time, two divine robes and five divine hats fell from them automatically. This was because the spirits residing in the divine robes and hats were completely angry.

It can be said that the shamans who angered the spirits have lost all their power at this moment.

“Ah, ah!!!!”

In an instant, he was knocked down from the high and mighty divine robe to an ordinary person holding a bone stick, and Na Risong let out a crazy scream.

Not only him, but all the shamans except Uun who was blowing the horn were roaring and crying.

If they had any choice, they would be crazy to give up the good divine clothes/hats and abandon the powerful great spirit master to follow a false god.

But, there is no choice.

Even though we know it is a road of life and death, we have no choice but to go all the way!

.......

A sound with a little lack of energy came out of the bull horn, and Wu En could hardly blow it.

He threw the ox horn to Na Risong, who was closest to him. The latter caught it in a trance, put it in front of his mouth and tried to blew it, but no sound came out.

Wu En's face turned pale, and he shouted hoarsely, "Nari Song, cheer up!"

It was because of this delay that the violent and restless spirits began to attack these shamans who were basically no different from mortals.

With a scream, the god-hat who was running at the end had his soul torn apart by countless restless spirits.

Na Risong shuddered all over and finally blew the bull horn with all his might.

Even if they did not know how to use it correctly, the holy object, or the horn of the false god, once again protected the shamans who dared to betray the Great Spirit Lord.

That day, Song shed tears again and again, trying hard to make up for his mistakes.

But this approach is actually very unwise, because if he tried his best every time instead of maintaining a fixed rhythm like Wuen, he would not be able to hold on for long and his voice would become hoarse.

He carefully passed the horn in his hand to another shaman, who took a deep breath and blew it hard to save their life.

The horn's howling sound was majestic yet sad. The four of them fought desperately to move forward towards the Grand Canyon that sealed the God of Fire!

.........

"Save me, save me—"

The horse foamed at the mouth, and Na Risong fell to the ground with the horse.

After leaving the protection of the Horn of the False God, his soul was torn to pieces by the mad spirit in the blink of an eye.

Wuen glanced back quickly and then continued to blow the horn in his hand.

There were many ways of loss of people along the way, including not blowing the horn in time, falling off the horse due to exhaustion, not passing the horn in time when the horse could no longer blow, and the horse suddenly dying from exhaustion.

Now I am the only one left, how long can I hold on?

Wu En's mind became dazed again, and he pinched his thigh hard.

But this time even the pain could not effectively stimulate his numb spirit, and his eyes gradually became empty.

"..."

I blinked hard, and it was not an illusion, the road in the distance seemed to have disappeared.

But, how could such a good road be gone?

Wuen thought hard, and after a long time he finally reacted - the Grand Canyon was in front of him, and the destination was right in front of him!

Staring with bloodshot eyes, Wuen blew the horn desperately.

Then he took out a dagger and stabbed it hard in the horse's butt.

Stimulated by this, the horse rushed towards the Grand Canyon ahead like crazy.

Nearing the edge of the Grand Canyon, it kicked up its hooves and leaped high, as if it was going to carry its owner across the Grand Canyon!

But this was just a wishful thinking. Soon the man and the horse were falling rapidly under the pull of gravity.

After the horn was blown for the last time, Wuen let out a crazy roar: "Earth Fire God——"

The Grand Canyon suddenly shook violently. The three bone-adorned shamans at the bottom of the canyon looked around in shock, then finally raised their heads.

What met their eyes was a wave of destruction composed of tens of thousands of violent spirits.

"withdraw!"

Such a terrifying spiritual tide can probably only be stopped by a shaman who has been blessed by God.

After making this judgment in an instant, the three bone shamans retreated decisively.

.........

Good news: Thanks to the timely retreat, the three bone-adorned shamans returned to the headquarters safely.

Bad news: The Earth Fire God breaks the seal and comes out.

The bad news: The grasslands are now roamed by violent and restless spirits.

Bad news: Due to the loss of the sacred object, the Shamanism Headquarters can't do anything about these spirits for the time being.

"Wait"

In the headquarters, facing the anxious senior shamans, Halbara slowly uttered the word "wait".

Halbara felt that he was powerless to handle the current situation and could only wait for Tongtian Shaman to return to the headquarters to take charge of the situation.

This is the truth, but the senior shamans still couldn't help but fall into depression, and the atmosphere of the entire headquarters became particularly low.

"What's wrong with everyone?"

After regaining her spirits and walking out of the tent, the little girl found Su He and asked curiously.

"Wu En, he betrayed the Great Spiritual Master."

"I don't understand. I don't understand at all..."

Su He was hit so hard that he answered the question irrelevantly.

"If you don't understand, you can go ask Uncle Suhe in person." Tangtang gave her own advice.

Ask in person?

As he muttered to himself, a gleam of light appeared in the man's eyes again.

"Yes, I have to ask him clearly!"

Chapter 182: Grassland Songstress

Tangtang likes lively places and can also enjoy quiet places, but she doesn’t like places that are too depressing.

The Shamanism headquarters is now a very depressing place, so she took a mission and went to a nearby small tribe to help them drive away the wild beasts.

Although the mission was to expel the wolves, when Tangtang actually encountered the large wolf pack, he immediately communicated with them patiently.

"This shouldn't be your territory. Why did you suddenly come here?"

"Strange, translucent intruders drove you away?"

After finding out the truth, the little girl asked the wolves to take her to their original territory.

"Ouch——"

The leader wolf stood out from the crowd. It looked at the bone stick in Tangtang's hand and bowed down in awe.

So, riding on the back of the wolf, the little girl arrived at her destination after a bumpy journey.

"Next time, I'll have to ride a horse!"

Tangtang climbed down from the wolf's back in a daze, and it took her a while to recover.

Looking around, she soon saw several bull spirits colliding wildly.

"Hello there!"

It was just a greeting, but these cow spirits glared at the little girl with anger.

After seeing the false god's bone, they calmed down a little, but had no intention of communicating with Tangtang in a friendly manner.

"Ouch!!"

The leader wolf took the opportunity to accuse the mad cows of their crimes, saying that they possessed their bodies and ate their grass every day, and also rammed into many wolves' heads, breaking them.

"The spirits of the grassland lend their strength to the shamans, so the Great Spirit Master forbids the shamans from harming or expelling the kind spirits."

"Ouch?!"

"Well, even though they did bad things to you, they're not really evil spirits. Evil spirits are red, and they're white... ah, suddenly they've turned yellow!"

The color of the soul changes from white to yellow, which is probably not a good thing.

After thinking carefully, the little girl suddenly clapped her hands and said, "Got it, Tangtang, sing a song for them, I hope they can calm down."

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

When it comes to songs that soothe the soul, the Requiem is the natural first choice.

It must be pointed out that the Requiem sung by Tangtang and the Requiem sung by other shamans are definitely two very different songs to the Spirit of the Prairie.

Because they can understand Tangtang's Requiem directly, it is the most authentic version; while other shamans' Requiems are versions translated by Covenant of All Souls.

Which one is better, the original version or the translated version?

The answer will be available today!

A clear child's voice sounded, and the cow spirits stopped colliding with each other like crazy.

They gathered around the little girl and listened quietly, with gentleness gradually appearing in their eyes.

Seeing this, Tangtang had an idea. She took out the little paper horse, rode on it, and led the cows slowly towards the holy lake.

The little girl rode her paper horse slowly in front, and the cows followed leisurely behind.

The leader wolf blinked a few times, then followed with a howl.

On the way, Tangtang encountered a group of angry deer spirits. After hearing the little girl's requiem, they quickly joined the team.

I met another group of sheep spirits and joined them.

I met another group of wolf spirits and joined them.

When you encounter the human spirit, join it.

Next comes the spirit of the eagle, the spirit of the leopard, the spirit of the horse, the spirit of the crane, and so on.

Unknowingly, the team led by Tangtang grew stronger and stronger.

The gathering of spirits even formed a small spirit tide. After the spirit tide was formed, more spirits nearby were attracted.

When the little girl led hundreds of spirits and marched towards the holy lake, the shamanism headquarters was completely alarmed.

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

Even without holy relics, can a requiem alone soothe a restless spirit?

Looking at the little girl riding on a paper horse who was about to complete the feat of "requiem" on her own, the shamans couldn't help but have such questions in their minds.

"Requiem shouldn't have such power." A bone-adorned shaman muttered, "But she was just humming a requiem, how could it appease so many spirits?"

"Try it," Halbara said simply, and then took the lead in singing a requiem.

Led by the taciturn shaman, everyone started singing.

Theoretically, the effect of chorus is definitely greater than that of one person humming alone.

However......