Chapter 1101: Ritual (1)
Chapter 1101: Ritual (1)
The yulun illusionary realm, which had experienced a night of revelry, was a little quiet at this time. It was as if every family was making preparations for the sacrifice.
At this time, the sky was not bright yet. They could see a black and red silk belt hanging on the left and right sides of each door. The whole Yu Lun virtual realm was filled with a depressed and strange atmosphere.
The lake in the distance was shrouded in a thick fog, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.
Pinluo took two steps and felt like he could hear his own breathing, heartbeat, and footsteps. The more he walked, the more creepy he felt.
Last night, it was extremely noisy here, but now it was very quiet, as if the entire Yu Lun void realm was asleep.
The doors of each house were not closed, but pinluo felt like he had returned to the first day when he and song qingxiao had stepped into the yulun illusionary realm. He felt like there were many eyes peeking through the corners of the house, secretly observing the ‘guests’ walking around in this dead-silent village.
“Didn’t you say sacrifice?”
He rubbed his arms and broke the silence.
Perhaps it was because it was too quiet here, but when he spoke, he felt like he could hear echoes all around him.
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The few of them walked around the village, and there were no major changes to the dock. The only slight change was that the peach trees were also covered with black cloth.
Xiang si was about to tear off a strip, but before he could touch it, he heard a voice shouting, ”
“Young lady, don’t move.”
An old woman with a hunched back appeared not far from them. Her hair was white and her hands were tucked in her wide sleeves. She looked at Xiang four and smiled, revealing her toothless gums.
“You Can’t Touch This thing.”
In the thick fog, the peach trees and houses behind her were faintly visible.
Xiang four reached out and picked up the cloth, then raised his eyebrows, ”
“Why can’t I?”
after the Dragon King’s sacrifice, there will be vengeful spirits. This is a magic treasure to suppress evil. It was hung by the honored guest personally. You will be in trouble if you touch it.
When she heard Xiang SI’s words, she answered with a smile. Her voice was hoarse, as if something was stuck in her throat, making people frown.
“Where are the people in the Yu Lun void realm? Why can’t we see a single person when the Dragon King is here?”
Perhaps it was because song qingxiao and Xiang four were there, but even though pinluo felt that the old woman was a bit strange, he still gathered his courage and asked.
“Hehe.”
The old woman chuckled. the Dragon King ritual …
She cast a meaningful glance at Xiang si and song qingxiao. After looking at the two of them, she said with great patience, ”
“It’s still early.”
After saying this, she explained, ”
“It’s still early now, and everyone is preparing. The Dragon King ceremony will start in the afternoon, so why don’t you go back first? the exciting time is yet to come.”
Song qingxiao and Xiang four looked at each other, each having their own thoughts.
Since it had already come to this, he might as well go back and wait for a moment to see what these people were up to.
After returning to the house, the two sides went their separate ways. Song qingxiao entered the house and sat cross-legged in meditation, leaving pinluo alone. She felt both quiet and unbearable, as if time passed very slowly.
He looked at song qingxiao several times, who was sitting cross-legged with her eyes closed. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t dare disturb her.
Time passed by slowly, and after about two to three hours, another horn was heard from the direction of Yi Chang’s residence!
This bugle horn was like a signal. When the quiet yulun void realm heard the bugle horn, it was as if it had ‘awakened’ from a deep sleep.
The sound of people talking and the friction between walking was mixed with the sound of the horn, Breaking the Silence. Then, someone began to sing loudly.
“Wumimuah …”
It sounded like a group of people were singing a duet. The tone was strange, and the pronunciation was also rough. The voice was rhythmical, rising and falling with the deep sound of the horn, like a battle song.
After song qingxiao was awakened by the sound of the horn, she listened for a long time, but she couldn’t figure out what it was.
She turned to look at pinluo.
“Is this your local language?”
Since the clothes worn by Yi Chang and the others were similar to the clothes worn by the earth Minister when he was buried here thousands of years ago, they should have a deep connection with this place. The lyrics and words they were humming at this time should also be related to the local language.