Tomb raiding: Those who achieve immortality all have tattoos.

Chen Yan put Lao Jiu down and went to the center. Wu Xian and her people, I don’t know when, it should be when they went up on stage, took the sacrificial utensils from the shop assistant.

When the various ritual implements used by the primitive shamanic tribes came into the hands of Wu Xian and her companions, they gave all the onlookers a sudden, jolt.

Just by looking at these things, you can tell that this group of people are absolutely professional!

Qi Tiezui and the others have stopped.

because.

In front of Wu Xian and the others, their so-called sacrifice was like a joke.

Wu Xian and her group of nine.

Wu Xian stood at the very front, with two rows of two people behind her and three people on her side.

The person standing behind Wu Xian was wearing a waist bell, a divine drum, a Taiping drum, and a Tong drum.

The three people next to him each held something that looked like a musical instrument.

Sanxian, Pipa, and clappers.

What Wu Xian was holding was a drum.

The waiter carried a folding table onto the platform and placed it in front of Wu Xian.

The divine sword, incense box, divine staff, as well as Wu Xian's bronze crown, mask, and bronze bell were quickly placed on the table.

Meanwhile, the waiter next to them had already laid out a large layer of oil paper, though no one knew when he had done it.

Various offerings were placed on the oiled paper.

Pork, homemade spirits, fruit, grains, herbs, spices...

and many more.

Wu Xie suddenly exclaimed, "Isn't this the Stone Man's Mark?"

That's right.

The so-called spices were actually just a pile of stone marks that Chen Yan had secretly placed on everyone's bodies.

When the servants brought Huo Xiangu and Huo Youxue over after those people died, they specifically retrieved them from their corpses.

Depend on.

Seeing Chen Yan's smug expression, Wu Xie cursed inwardly.

This is a cliché.

It's true that whatever they do, no matter how strange or illogical, is always done with a purpose!

The fat man mentioned earlier that one type of spice is made this way.

So Chen Yan was already preparing the offerings when he entered the grassland!

Wu Xian picked up the bronze crown and slowly placed it on her head. The others behind her also took out masks from their waists and put them on their faces.

The fortune teller glanced at the items laid out on the table and sighed. "This kid has really prepared everything."

Those who didn't understand why Chen Yan was carrying so many large boxes finally understood at this moment.

Why did Chen Yan bring so many large suitcases?

It turns out that the box was full of equipment prepared for Wu Xian and the others.

Once everything is ready.

Wu Xian glanced at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan nodded slightly, took out the mask he had used when he performed the sacrificial dance, and put it on his face.

He once again restrained his aura, closed his eyes, and stood in the middle of Wu Xian and the others.

The copper bell in Wu Xian's hand jingled, and her red cloth and yellow patchwork flame skirt drew an arc in the air.

She treaded the steps of a priest and began chanting Tungusic, but most people here couldn't understand what Wu Xian was saying at all.

Chen Yan wore a striped skirt decorated with nine-colored swastika patterns, and small bells hanging from the tassels on her body jingled with the copper bell in Wu Xian's hand as she moved, creating a sound.

Wu Xie and the others stared wide-eyed.

That's right.

Chen Yan twisted her body, causing the bells on her nine-colored swastika-patterned skirt to ring, which merged with the sound of the copper bells shaking in Wu Xian's hand into one.

As Wu Xian jingled the bell in her hand and Chen Yan performed the sacrificial dance, the people behind Wu Xian began to move.

While dancing strange steps around Chen Yan, she was also striking various drums on her body.

The remaining three people suddenly joined in with the sound of musical instruments at a certain moment.

Zhang Qishan frowned slightly and said, "To be honest, if we're talking about sacrifices..."

The Eighth Prince had schemed his whole life, but in that one moment, he was utterly outmatched.

Qi Tiezui gave a bitter smile, looking at Chen Yan and the others not far away. Er Yuehong stood beside him and said softly, "Eighth Master, do you regret it?"

No regrets.

Because regret is useless.

Hei Xiazi approached Qi Tiezui, observed Chen Yan's actions, and asked, "Eighth Master."

Qi Tiezui hummed in agreement, but didn't look at him.

Hei Xiazi also looked at Chen Yan and said, "Based on my understanding of Little Fourth Master, his goal is definitely not just the Ancient God."

"What do you mean?"

"What else?"

At this moment, not only Qi Tiezui and Er Yuehong, but also Huo Xiangu, Wu Xie, Zhang Qiling, and the other members of the Nine Gates who came up looked at Hei Xiazi.

Hei Xiazi did not answer, but said, "This Wu Xian is no ordinary person. Chen Yan was able to invite her out of the mountains, and it was definitely not to sacrifice himself."

"Given Chen Yan's personality, he wouldn't need to risk his life for just an ancient god."

Wu Xie frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "If that's what you're saying, then I think so too."

"Given Chen Yan's personality, that prayer he was doing outside... that's not like him at all."

"He doesn't care about gods or anything like that."

Zhang Qiling seemed lost in thought, his mind unreadable.

Why does he always feel... a very bad premonition?

What kind of trouble is Chen Yan going to cause this time?

However, no matter what trouble Chen Yan tries to cause, they have no way to stop him.

As for your guess?

Stop it.

Even with so many people working together, they might not be able to figure out Chen Yan's thought process.

The only person who might have guessed it didn't come.

Dried tangerine peel.

It is said that no one knows a son better than his father, and that a mother and son are of one heart, so they wanted to know what Chen Yan was thinking.

Besides Hu Qing, there's also Chenpi (dried tangerine peel).

As for the stepfather, don't ask. The answer is that they don't know what the stepfather's name is.

As Chen Yan danced the sacrificial steps, he felt his mind begin to experience that same fleeting feeling he had had in the meteorite jade before.

This feeling.

That's right.

It is this feeling.

Chen Yan's eyes sparkled as he glanced at Lao Jiu, then he moved his body and limbs even more energetically.

Wu Xian's gaze fell on the top of Chen Yan's head.

There.

Something is gathering there.

Here it comes.

Chen Yan also sensed something was wrong above his head; a strange pressure was pressing down on him.

A pressure enveloped his entire being.

Chen Yan's expression shifted for a moment, and he glanced at Lao Jiu subtly.

Old Nine was still standing next to the altar, but everyone watching saw him make a gesture with his hand behind his back.

While everyone was still wondering what this meant.

suddenly.

The tiger suddenly stood up and leaped out, heading straight for the edge of the platform. When the tiger and his men, fully armed, reached the platform...