After Zhang Qiong's performance, another female came on stage. Judging from her attire, she seemed to be a witch.
There are few female witches in the Beast World, but each one is very powerful. Her dance steps are very powerful, with big openings and closings, a bit like Nuo opera, which is all related to inviting gods and bestowing blessings.
Jiang Yanyue watched the performance on the Magpie Bridge and applauded with everyone else.
"Why don't you go up and dance with us? I think you dance better." Someone patted Jiang Yanyue on the shoulder. When she turned around, it was Caitang, accompanied by two new partners.
"This is Chen Zhong and Hong Yin, my new companions. Chen Zhong is also a space-type. I finally don't have to worry about running out of supplies on the road."
Caitang introduced them to Jiang Yanyue generously. Jiang Yanyue looked at the two pleasing fat guys in front of her who looked like copies and pastes, and couldn't tell them apart.
"them……"
"Oh, they are brothers, and they come from the same litter." Caitang held one in each hand.
"Oh... I wish you happiness." Jiang Yanyue did not express her opinion. Although she felt that finding a pair of brothers was a bit embarrassing and exciting, this was just her idea. It was other people's business and she had no right to say anything.
"Come on up and dance for us. You dance beautifully." Caitang was eager to send Jiang Yanyue to the stage.
"Go ahead, I want to see it too." Qinglan had also seen Jiang Yanyue dance and couldn't forget it.
"Sister, can you dance? Come up and dance!" At this time, the Iron-eating Beast and Wu Chen also came over.
"Okay." Jiang Yanyue glanced at the big drum next to the platform, "Can you play accompaniment? Give me some music."
"I'll do this." Wu Chen noticed Jiang Yanyue's gaze. The high priest's musical instrument is a compulsory subject, so this is not a problem for him.
"This is good. Lend it to me as a prop." Jiang Yanyue took the mask from an iron-eating beast brother and weighed it.
This mask looks a bit like the Sanxingdui mask with hanging eyes, but it is made of solid wood and is quite heavy in the hand.
Wu Chen took a look at it but didn't pay much attention to it. It was just an ordinary mask, not used to summon gods.
After the performance, the female witch left the stage and Jiang Yanyue came on. As they passed each other, the witch skillfully switched the masks in their hands without Jiang Yanyue noticing.
"Oh no, wrong, wrong!" The first priest, who had been hiding in the crowd and observing the situation, jumped up and down anxiously. "Give it to the high priest, give it to the high priest!"
"Teacher, forget it." The tenth priest stopped the first priest who was about to rush over to snatch the mask and put it into Wuchen's hands.
"It's over!" The first priest covered his face with his hands sadly, and two lines of tears fell.
What is more painful than having no opportunities is not seizing the opportunities that are right before their eyes.
Directly building an altar would be too eye-catching, and the high priest might not stand on it as they wished, so several priests of Tianfu discussed and decided to engrave the altar's magic array on the largest Magpie Bridge in the outer city.
Then things will be simple. They will arrange for people to perform to arouse the interest of the little female in the high priest's family. If she is not interested, they will provoke her. In order to make his little female happy, the high priest will do whatever it takes.
If the high priest doesn't take the bait, they will bring the young female up, and then create some accident, such as a fall or something, so that the high priest can go up and rescue her.
Things went smoothly. Before their people could take action, the young female went up on her own. All they had to do next was to create a perfect accident and trick the high priest into going up as well.
The mask for summoning gods must be delivered to the high priest after the high priest comes up, and then the witch with the skill of exchanging the positions of items will deliver the mask to the high priest's arms.
The temporary altar built by Tianfu is definitely not as effective as the original one in Kunlun, so such a powerful prop was prepared to ensure the success of the sacrifice.
It would be best if we could attract the attention of the gods like we did six years ago.
But I don’t know what the female witch was doing, she actually gave the mask to the little female.
The witch can do nothing. If she really wants to show off, she can just push the little female and let the high priest come up to help her. It is better than just giving the mask away directly!
Wu Chen played the drum for fun, and Jiang Yanyue rose up along with the music. After all, she was a professional dancer, and the expressiveness and entertainment value of her dance far surpassed the previous exorcism.
Jiang Yanyue's dance moves were graceful and powerful, and her expression matched the solemnity of the dance. The mask seemed to come alive in her hands. When she turned her back to face everyone with the mask, it seemed as if there was another person under the mask, or rather - a god.
Solemn and mysterious.
Gradually, the solemnity infected everyone, the noise and cheers disappeared, and the orcs looked at the dancing figures on the stage, their eyes gradually filled with awe.
When Wu Chen discovered something was wrong, it was already too late. Once the sacrifice began, it could not be interrupted. Otherwise, it would be like overturning the table while the Jade Emperor was eating, which was a great disrespect to the God.
The drum music that was originally just accompanying Jiang Yanyue's dance steps turned into a grand and majestic music to welcome the gods.
Ten priests in white robes walked onto the altar, and the remaining seven drums also sounded. The drum music became more and more magnificent and majestic, reaching into the sky.
Jiang Yanyue originally felt that the mask in her hand had become lighter, making it easier to perform dance moves. It made her dance moves more fluid.
But as she danced, Jiang Yanyue felt that the mask in her hand was getting heavier and heavier, and the drain on her body was very obvious. Jiang Yanyue thought that it was because she had neglected practice during this period, which led to a decrease in physical strength.
But Jiang Yanyue did not stop the moment she felt tired. She went on stage and gritted her teeth to finish the dance. This is the basic ethics of a dancer.
At a certain moment, Jiang Yanyue felt that the world had stopped. Suddenly, a distant voice came to her ears. The female voice was sweet and lively, while the male voice was lazy and doting, and full of possessiveness.
"Huh? Little boy, you..."
"Where do you want to go, sweetheart?"
"I want to go out and play..."
"If it happens to her, she will die."
"Okay...it's a bit weak indeed. Huh? Why does she have Tongzi's subsystem? This is a fellow villager! Hurry up, hurry up, get me some Pixian bean paste, Bobo chicken, cold-cooked rabbit, Chongqing noodles, and sweet-skinned duck!"
"I'll do it for you."
"Do you understand what it means when you grow something in a certain place, how can things grown in different places taste the same?"
"Okay, can we go back now?" The man's voice was doting and helpless.
Jiang Yanyue was completely stunned. What was happening? Her vision was now obscured by the mask, and everything before her was pitch black. She couldn't move.
"It was indeed a bit difficult for Tongzi to call you here, so I'll give you a small gift to improve your quality of life. I'll also give you this mask as a thank you for treating me to a meal."
"Suzhen, Heaven moves with vigor. A gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement. You are not allowed to spread feudal superstitions!"
This last sentence was said to Wu Chen.
Jiang Yanyue was stunned. God personally came out and told His high priest not to spread feudal superstitions. Could this world be any more magical?
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