No matter what the legend is, how much the process of seeking rain changes, one thing is certain that the people of the Rain Tribe are very realistic...,

No matter what lies you make or what monsters you do, as long as they can achieve results, they will believe them, and firmly believe them, and strictly implement them. Otherwise, no matter how much you give and fail to achieve the results they want, they will be cruel.

How high you could pile you up in the past, now you can pull you down and step into the fire. Take Yang Sui as an example.

Compared with the Yanjiao Tribe, the witches in the Yu Tribe are indeed pitifully low. However, witches and witches are also different. If there are also witches like the Yu Tribe in the Yanjiao Tribe, they will definitely be similar to those in the Yu Tribe.

Shao Xuan thinks it depends on the person.

He probably thought he would have lived in less than two days, and Yang Sui's words were not hidden. He could not tell many things to people inside the tribe, which sounded too rebellious, but was different to people outside the tribe, because people who fell outside did not recognize the affairs of other tribes. Yang Sui was not worried about speaking, and he vented his resentment by the way.

After a moment of silence, Yang Sui lowered his eyes, shook the oxtail on his hand, and sang in a hoarse voice: "White and white rain, sand and yellow mud,"... God in the sky, rain is the clothes and hats... I would like to invite you..."

This is a song that many people in the Rain Tribe can sing.

When did it start? How long has the rain gone?

Hundreds of years, millennia, or even far away, you can't remember it?

"What is the scene like a white rain, a yellow and muddy road? I really want to see it." Yang Sui said.

The records left by our ancestors are not complete, but the songs handed down from generation to generation are known to everyone. Unfortunately, no one can imagine what the specific scene depicted by this song is, let alone no one knows it. Because those who know are no longer there.

"I heard that when the rain is successful, the rain falls into a line, and all the ground becomes mud. People walk barefoot on the wet and cool mud, enjoying the erosion of the rain." Yang Sui said.

Mud is not a derogatory meaning here. For the people of the Yu Tribe, "mud" and "mud" are all expected scenes, because in most of their memories, the ground is hard and cracked.

As she was talking, the girl named Mi Yu who Shao Xuan had seen yesterday came over. She was filled with anger that could not be concealed. She probably didn't expect to see Shao Xuan here. Her surprise flashed by, but she didn't pay much attention and turned to Yang Sui sitting on the ground.

"There are two more quit! Those bastards!" Mitsu seemed very excited.

Yang Sui tightened his hand holding the oxtail, and then said calmly again. "If you don't do it, don't do it. Let's see who is willing to make up for the vacancies. Those who are willing to make up for the vacancies will double the vacancies."

"What other shells are there?" Mi Yu yelled. "He Chao took them away with shell coins directly! If you can give shell coins, can't he give them?! One of them left yesterday. It's rare to find someone to fill the gap, but now they are leaving again! Who else can I find?! Who knows if anyone will leave today!"

The "he tide" mentioned by Mi Feng was the competitor of Wu who was with Yang Sui, but Yang Sui won that time, but now, the leader, Wangmang, supports He tide and suppresses Yang Sui. Day by day, Yang Sui's supporters have also decreased rapidly. Yesterday, Yang Sui also said that the other party and his supporters were mostly half against half, and another day passed, and half was gone.

Perhaps everyone felt that Yang Sui, the witch, could not ask for help, would suffer even the witch who followed him.

There were people following before because of the supporters behind Yang Sui, but now, under the coercion and inducement of the river tide and the leader, a bunch of supporters stood in the other party's camp, and naturally there were witches who changed their positions.

According to the request for rain, the eight witches were indispensable. But now, there is no suitable person to make up for it for a while.

If you can't make up for it, you can't even ask for rain, and you will fail directly.

This is the rule set by our ancestors and cannot be changed.

Want to change? Okay, you can ask for rain before you ask for it, the people from the Rain Tribe will definitely not object, but if you ask for it, you can only follow the rules.

"... And," Mie took a few deep breaths and calmed herself down, and said, "The oxtail they prepared for you was also taken back and given to Hechao."

Not only were the people pried away, but even the carefully prepared oxtail was sent to the enemy.

Ask for rain?

How else to ask for it?

If this continues, you don’t need to prepare anything, just prepare to be burned to death.

"What should I do? The ceremony will begin tomorrow!" Mi Yan was so anxious that she was wandering around the house.

"Are there any cows in the surrounding mountains? I can go and look for them." Shao Xuan said.

"No need." Yang Sui waved his hand and said to Shao Xuanyang the oxtail that had been stained with a lot of dust in his hand, saying, "This one is enough. Which oxtail can't be used as a whip? The ancestors didn't say what kind of oxtail they had to be."

"What should I do if the witch girl?" Shao Xuan asked, "If I need coins or something, I'll bring some here too."

"No need for Beicoin, we have it on hand." Mi Feng looked at Shao Xuan, and her expression calmed a lot. Although Shao Xuan was not from the Yu tribe, she was grateful for being willing to help at this time.

only……

"The witches are not enough."

As soon as Mi Yu finished speaking, he heard a voice from outside: "Who is not enough?"

Yang Sui, who was originally sitting on the ground, bounced up and looked out the door in shock.

The shabby wooden door that was covered was moved away by a pair of calloused hands.

Shao Xuan saw two middle-aged women with dark skin walking in one after another. Behind them, there was an old man with gray hair. Although he was old, his body was still strong and his steps were very steady, and he did not show much oldness.

"We can't do enough people!" said the middle-aged woman who came in.

"My mother! Grandma!" Yang Sui looked at the person coming in and said in surprise.

"My mother!" Mi Yan was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.

The three people who came in were Yang Sui's mother and grandmother, as well as Mi Sui's mother.

When they saw Shao Xuan, they were just a little surprised, but after Shao Xuan introduced himself, the three of them also showed kindness and thanked Shao Xuan. They knew that Shao Xuan had helped Yang Sui.

"You...you..." Yang Sui stuttered rarely.

"How are we? The ancestors never said that witches must be young." Yang Sui's mother said.

The ancestors have never said that, but the Rain Tribe has a slender and flowing figure with a lively curved figure. Therefore, when choosing a witch, they will also choose such young women. Some families have even trained them in a direction since childhood. Until now, there have never been a middle-aged woman above the witch. After all, middle-aged women in the tribe have no figure than those young people because of their work.

However, as more and more people turn against each other, even the eight witches can’t get together, and the three elders have come up with this bad strategy.

If others were witches, even if Yang Sui failed to ask for help afterwards, they would not be in danger of life, but Yang Sui's family was different. The group of people who were the new leader targeted Yang Sui, and they would be much more harsh on Yang Sui's family, and they might be burned to death at that time.

Looking at the crying person in the house, Shao Xuan left the wooden house.

There were also several middle-aged men standing outside the house, protecting them around the house. They should be Yang Sui’s relatives or familiar elders.

No wonder Yang Sui couldn't bear to give up these people. At this time, these are the only people in the Yu tribe who really protected him.

The outside of the house was still turbid and the visibility was low. Shao Xuan planned to walk outside. Think about what he could help.

Not far away, a half-armed lizard was crawling, and a creature suddenly rushed out under the sandy land.

Shao Xuan looked over and said it was the same variety as the one they ate not long ago.
Chapter completed!