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Volume I

At noon in the middle of summer, the sun should have been high up in the sky and it was dark all day long. Under the hexagonal altar, nine miles away from the capital, an old woman wearing a black bearskin coat slowly opened her eyes. The old woman whispered something that no one could hear. After a long while, the old woman turned around and nodded to a young woman who was dressed similarly to her. The young woman turned around and said to a small group of knights who were riding on war horses and wearing dog hats, "The time is right."

The cavalrymen turned and rode off in the direction of Fengjing. Not long after, a double-horned carriage covered in brocade slowly drove over. It was followed by four middle-aged servants who were trying their best to catch up with the cavalry soldiers on both sides. The old woman turned to the girl beside her and said, "Carry the princess to the center of the altar and lie down." The young girl bit her lips and walked up to the carriage. The servant woman looked at each of them with a puzzled and resentful expression. She each grabbed a corner of the sheepskin quilt and half lifted it as she walked towards the altar. The princess's lower abdomen was bulging, and she was sweating profusely. She gritted her teeth and could not help but moan out of her mouth and nose. On this dull and silent afternoon, the wind was blowing far away, accompanied by the rustling of the wind.

The old woman with the black bear skin raised a glass and downed it in one gulp. She wiped the corner of her mouth with her hand and pulled out a line of blood. She narrowed her eyes and laughed loudly, "The bell and drum are ringing, opening the way for all of you grandfathers and grandmothers." He put on his mask, bent his waist and raised his hips, then walked towards the altar in a hopping posture. There was not a bone in her body that did not move. From behind, she looked like a living creature walking out of a forest. The girl had also finished dressing herself, and was holding her mask in her hand. She turned around and instructed the guards behind her, "From now on, for twenty-four hours, no matter what happens, no one is allowed to run up here. Wait for my drum. "

After saying that, his voice instantly changed from gloomy to joyful: "Come ~ ~ ~ Ai".

The girl was shaking the string of bells tied around her limbs. She held a bone drum in her left hand and a donkey skin drum in her right. She was jumping and laughing as she walked towards the old woman. The old woman ignored him and took out a circular bronze mirror from her bosom. She chanted an incantation and turned the bronze mirror in her hands. Her steps were strange and undisturbed as she walked in a circle around the pregnant woman lying in the center of the altar. The young girl, on the other hand, had the old woman as the center. Although her movement space was smaller than the old woman's, and she had to perform a strange dance step, the two of them perfectly matched each other without disturbing the other's movements. The absurd had a tinge of harmony in it.

Just like that, one old and one young, they jumped from noon all the way to the evening. The twelve guards around him held up a torch and lit the entire altar as bright as day. The head guard stood on his own dried black blood, his eyes focused on the old and young Shamans on the stage, as well as the three princesses waiting to be delivered. Although the old woman had been jumping for nearly six hours, her breathing was steady. It was likely that the cup of Tiger Blood Wine had taken effect before she went up on stage. As for the young girl, her steps were slightly unsteady. The donkey hide and the drum in her hand would sometimes hit the beat of the drum a little bit. Midnight was approaching, the sky was dark, and a cloud was moving slowly toward the crescent moon.

The young girl picked up her Thunder Drum and lightly tapped on its surface. As soon as the drum sounded, the old woman sat up straight without bending her body at all. His actions were stiff and stiff. In just a few seconds, he had returned to his natural state and sat up with his legs crossed. Then, he reached out his hand to take off his mask. The young girl quickly knelt in front of the old woman and lowered her head without saying a word. The old lady used her wrinkled right hand to caress the young girl's hair and spoke to her in a low voice. Sometimes she would laugh out loud and sometimes she would scold angrily. Other times, she would slap the young girl affectionately. Listen carefully, this old man and this young man are actually communicating in a language that is extremely strange to them.

After half an incense stick of time, the old woman no longer whispered as she looked at the person in front of her with a face full of anticipation. Finally, the young girl could only vigorously nod her head a few times. The old woman sighed softly and turned her head to look at the pregnant woman lying flat at the center of the altar. She stretched out her hand and made a grabbing motion in the air. "Pah!" The pregnant woman, who had been in a coma, suddenly opened her eyes and opened her mouth wide. She seemed to be shouting, but no sound came out of her throat. The twelve guards who were originally standing facing away from the stage turned around at the same time. The leader of the guards also tightened his grip on his cut left hand. The girl opened her eyes wide and was about to say something when the old woman reached out her hand and pulled out a baby boy from beneath the lifeless woman.

When the baby was born, it didn't make a ruckus. It looked left and right with its big eyes, but it still looked vigilant. The young girl hurriedly caught up to the infant and gave him three slaps on his butt. The male infant also only used his little arms to reach towards his buttocks. When he realized that he couldn't even touch the baby, he stopped. Then, he turned around to look at the young girl who had beaten him up. She had actually opened her mouth to speak. "You …" The moment the baby boy said the word 'you', the girl slapped his face and said, "Don't talk."

The girl heard a sound behind her and turned around to see the Great Shaman behind her. The moment the baby was taken away from the shaman, she fell unconscious on the ground. At this moment, the Great Shaman stood up shakily! Seeing that she had walked behind him, the young girl quickly grabbed the boy's baby with an astonished expression. She wrapped him in her red bear skin and held him up high. The Great Shaman's face was filled with love, and the wrinkles on his face were filled with happiness as he muttered, "You finally came." After saying that, a drop of scarlet blood dripped from the old woman's crown onto the boy's mouth. The Great Shaman reached out to pick up the baby, but staggered weakly. The crown on his head fell off and his silver hair was dyed a dark red. The blood quickly turned from droplets to droplets. The shaman's face was covered in blood as he slammed it on the ground. The blood flowed along the lines on the altar.

"Pipa!" The rabbits on the firewood were roasted until their skin turned yellow. A few drops of grease dripped down the leg onto the firewood, making a sound. Lady Ling Yan, the god of the Shaman Altar, was wearing a blue sky-blue robe from Linan City of Nanke, hugging her knees as she sat on the grass. She looked at the rabbit on top of the firewood and said to the head of the guard in a low voice, "Actually, the cup of tiger's blood by Grandma Shaman was already enough to end a person's life. The First Granny had long known her destiny and thus used her body as a medium, using the Shaman's copper mirror that she had raised her entire life to open up her spiritual altar, inviting her to enter the Divine Palace. " The head guard, Qi Gouqi, picked some firewood and asked, "It should have been Second Old Madam who was in charge of the two gods, but why did Miss change her position?" Qi Lingyan stroked her black hair and replied with a wry smile, "Great treasure, this is the second lady taking over the position of leader of the Shamans. As for the other two, grandma Shaman wants us to leave this place." With that, Ling Yan turned her head, looking at the little baby that was hanging in a saddlebag on the side of the saddle, and made a few face with her tongue hanging out of her mouth.

"Then let's go back and hand the child over to Second Old Madam. I can take care of you wherever you go anyways." Qi Gouqi first tore off a rabbit leg and gave it to Ling Yan, and then he tore off a rabbit leg and gave it to his brother on the other side. Qi Lingyan did not say anything. She just finished the roasted bunny leg in her hand and carefully licked the fat off her hand. After that, she stirred the fire, took out a cow-skin canteen from her backpack and walked towards Grandma Shaman, who was leaning against the tree. Ziggy was eating his roasted rabbit. He heard Ling Yan's words, with her back to him, "When the three days of hibernation under the divine tree outside the city end, Second Aunt will come tomorrow to send you off. Actually, we don't need to go into the city." After saying that, he paused for a moment before asking, "Do you know why there are thirteen people here?" Ziggy shook his head. Ling Yan giggled and said: "Because 13 is the number of people that have transcended the cycle of reincarnation." Ziggy watched in a daze. Even though his 12 brothers were snoring behind him, he still felt that his ears were extremely quiet.

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