Chapter 475 Tribe
After Feng Jiuyou and others rested at the lake for the night, they set out again the next day.
"Master, madam, look here."
An Yi pointed to a somewhat moist land, with some large and small footprints on it.
“There are people on this island.”
"There are people on this island."
The two said in unison.
“Follow the footprints.”
Feng Jiuyou had speculated before that there might be some isolated tribes living somewhere.
It wasn’t until she saw these footprints that her guess was confirmed.
As they walked further in, the trees and vegetation became sparse and the terrain became flatter.
As they approached the edge of the woods, they heard a knocking sound.
Feng Jiuyou immediately used his spiritual realm to cover everyone to avoid being discovered by those people.
In an open space, an old man wearing animal skins, with disheveled hair and a scepter in his hand went up to the altar.
The altar is filled with various sacrificial utensils.
The altar was surrounded by men and women wearing animal skin clothes and animal skin skirts.
They are solemn and solemn.
When the old man raised his scepter high.
The people below began to make unknown shouts, and then they all knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the altar.
The old man on the altar had his eyes closed and his expression was extremely pious.
After a while, he opened his eyes and faced his tribe.
"Present the sacrifice."
The old man's voice was hoarse, but full of energy.
The old man just finished speaking. Warm cheers erupted under the altar.
"Hey hey haha..."
At the same time, many torches were lit around the altar, and the flames illuminated the entire altar.
At the same time, several tall and strong men carried a wild boar onto the altar.
The people below followed the warriors, their eyes full of admiration.
The old priest, who was over fifty years old, had bright eyes, unlike an old man in his twilight years. He looked at something on the altar and shouted loudly.
"May our family live forever for generations to come." "Wow, wow, wow..."
"Jiligulu..."
"Master, I can still understand what the old man said. What do those people in the audience mean by what they said?"
An Yi was curious. ask.
“This is also the first time I know that besides the Three Kingdoms, there are such existences in unknown places.”
"Everyone, get up."
The old priest looked at the tribesmen under the platform and raised his hand.
"This sacrifice is a complete success, and the wise man will lead the clan to pass it on from generation to generation."
The old man stood on the altar, looking in the direction of Feng Jiuyou, with an excited expression.
“After all these years, it’s finally here.”
Then he shouted:
"Warriors, please welcome our wise man, she will lead us to create a new home and rebuild our great tribe."
Feng Jiuyou heard this He looked straight at the old man. This man had some skills and could actually see them.
“Get out.”
“Master…Master…do we really want to go?”
Shen Han looked at those strong men and said worriedly.
"They are very strong. Youyou, I don't want you to take risks with the two Zaizai."
"It's okay, they won't hurt us."
Feng Jiuyou She said with a smile, feeling the kindness radiating from the old man.
“Let’s go…”
After saying that, Feng Jiuyou took the lead and walked out.
Their figures were completely exposed to others.
The old man on the altar suddenly knelt on the ground, kneeling and kowtowing in the direction of Feng Jiuyou.
“Welcome to the wise man.”
The dense crowd in the audience also knelt down and kowtowed.
"Wow, wow..."
"Ah, what a shame..."
(End of this chapter)