Chapter 177
"What does green mean?"
"Green is the original color of the holy fruit."
This is quite interesting.
Shen Jiao raised his eyes to look at the merchant, who was looking around and still refused to eat.
After seeing that everyone was fine, he took a tentative bite.
Black rotten water immediately flowed out, and the holy fruit rotted from the inside out. Flies flew out buzzing and covered his face.
Even the most careless person would feel disgusted when seeing this scene.
The mountain god’s meaning couldn’t be clearer.
This is to kill him.
Most people probably hope that he dies in a very ugly way.
Shen Jiaoxin said: This mountain god is really petty. If you curse him, he will kill you.
Who could be happy with this? The merchant's face turned pale and he stood up to run away. But the result was predictable. One person could step on him, not to mention so many people. It would be strange if he could run away.
He was quickly tied up, and this time even gagged.
The Stone Tribe man said, "The mountain god's will is clear. Let's prepare and offer sacrifices to the god!"
“Okay!!!”
"Sacrifice to the gods! Sacrifice to the gods! Sacrifice to the gods!"
"Mountain God, please protect Nanmao!"
The onlookers cheered, raised their arms and shouted, and knelt down in worship.
Shen Jiao finally understood why outsiders didn't come. This was obviously their local custom, and it was just for fun. It would be strange if outsiders were willing to join in.
Shen Jiao followed suit and bowed without any hesitation. He even looked back and saw two or three strangers who hesitated for a moment and then immediately stood up from the crowd.
Some people ran out stealthily, and others knelt down.
Among them, there was only one person who just stood there straight, looking up slightly and looking at the tribesmen on the shrine.
It looks extraordinary at first glance.
Shen Jiao was a little reluctant to leave. After everyone stood up, she pulled the child aside and asked, "Hey, do you know who that person is?"
"Which one?"
The child looked up at her blankly.
Shen Jiao glanced at the dwarf, whose legs were all she could see, and lifted her up. "That one, the one wearing the golden crown, do you see it?"
"Yeah, I see."
"Do you know who he is?"
"I don't recognize him."
"Okay..." Shen Jiao raised his hand to put her down, but she was still unwilling.
"Hey! What's wrong with you, a foreigner? When you need me, you want to lift me up to your head. When you don't need me anymore, you want to wedge me into the ground. You have no friends like this, do you know?"
She put her hands on her hips and spoke in a very aggressive voice, which attracted many people to look over.
Shen Jiao couldn't cover her mouth, so she could only coax her, "Who wants to wedge you into the ground? I just thought you might have something else to do, so I didn't want to waste your time."
"I'm fine. I'm free." She still stared at Shen Jiao.
Two breaths later, the child sitting on Shen Jiao's shoulders twisted his body and said contentedly, "I'm so tall!"
"As long as you're happy." Shen Jiao held her legs and said casually, then followed those people into the mountains to watch the sacrifice to the gods.
The child didn't care and patted her head: "You are a good stranger. How about this, you acknowledge me as your master, and I will protect you from now on?"
Shen Jiao is not a demon, nor does he want to be a slave, so why would he recognize a master for no reason?
"No, no, thank you very much."
Shen Jiao declined.
The child was quite unhappy and grumbled, "You are so ungrateful. I don't accept just anyone."
Shen Jiao found it funny: "Why? Do you have some other remarkable identity?"
"I'll scare you to death if I tell you!" She patted Shen Jiao's head and said, "But I'm the next Saint!"
Alternative?
Shen Jiao responded in his mind, but after waiting for a long time, there was no further response.
"Is it true?" Shen Jiao wondered.
Someone chuckled and said, "Little Skylark, you're lying again."
"Who's lying?" The little skylark on Shen Jiao's shoulder was angry. "The mountain god will choose the saint. I've been in the mountains for half a month and nothing happened. It must be the mountain god's blessing. He likes me, so why can't I become a saint? The big clan leaders said they would send me to Wanteng Village to participate in the election. Once the mountain god chooses me, I can become a saint when I grow up!"
She said this happily.
The man was speechless and did not say anything.
It seems to be true.
Shen Jiao asked, "You stayed in the mountains for half a month? Alone?"
"Yes, a stranger tried to steal me, but was eaten by a tiger. I didn't know the way, so I stayed in the mountains for half a month before anyone found me."
"That was really dangerous. How did you survive?"
"The mountain god is blessing me," she insisted.
"No matter how well-protected you are, you still have to eat and drink, right?"
"Well, I found a lot of berries to eat, and there's a small ditch with fish in it," she said excitedly. "I can also make a fire. Do you like grilled fish and mushrooms? I'll take you there next time!"
"Aren't you afraid that I might steal you too?"
"The mountain god will protect me. Besides, I have a god servant following me."
"where?"
"How can I tell you? You outsiders are the worst. If I tell you everything, you'll be thinking of ways to harm others."
She was now extremely wary again.
Shen Jiao didn't plan to do anything to her. He held her legs tightly and said, "Okay, how far is it?"
"We'll be there soon. Outsiders can only offer sacrifices to the gods on the mountainside and are not allowed inside," Little Skylark said, holding her head and lowering it softly, "But if you acknowledge me as your master and become my divine servant, when you die, I can make an exception and send you to the mountainside. I'll ask the mountain god to quickly agree to let you reincarnate so that you don't have to do hard labor."
She was convinced that all outsiders were guilty and would be forced to do hard labor after death.
Shen Jiao really wanted to get rid of her, but he didn't want to offend her too much, so he could only say.
"Let me think about it."
"Then you better think quickly. If you miss this opportunity, you won't be able to find it again. I'm going to Wanteng Village next month. Come find me when you've made up your mind."
"Where can I find you?" Shen Jiao asked casually.
Yunque said, "Just go to the mansion of the big clan leader and tell them you're looking for the next Saint, Bai Yunque, and they'll know. By the way, I need to tell them your name, lest they kick you out. The next Saint isn't someone who anyone can see."
Shen Jiao was really impressed by her confidence.
"My name is Tian Shu, and I'm a perfumer."
"Tian Shu... Tian Shu, it sounds like a vole. Have you ever eaten it? It's delicious. When you recognize me as your master, I'll take you to eat it. By the way, what is a perfumer?"
"It's used to mix spices. You mix several spices together to create a more fragrant aroma." Shen Jiao took off a sachet and handed it to her. "Just like what's in here."
Yun Que saw a lot of flower petals and fragrant wood chunks inside. "Did you mix this?"
“I bought this on the street.”
"I was wondering why it looked so familiar, why don't you adjust it yourself?"
Because I don't know how to do it. This kid is really asking questions.
It’s not that Shen Jiao doesn’t know how to do it, it’s just that he’s not very proficient in it, but there’s no need to tell anyone about this kind of thing.
"I'm looking for... the right spices."
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