Chapter 249 Possession
At dusk, in the Tupa camp, inside Capac's tent.
Looking at Sando who suddenly attacked in front of him, Capac was a little stunned for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure, spread his hands and said to Sando.
"You misunderstood Sandor. I am not a spy for the invaders, nor am I possessed by an evil spirit. I am just using these drugs to help my people."
"Help? Use those white-skinned drugs?" Sando said viciously, while Kapak continued to explain.
"Listen to me, Sandu. Although the invaders are bloody and cruel, their technology is indeed very advanced. Didn't you see it? I have indeed helped many people get rid of their illnesses in the past two days. You can see it!"
"It's okay now, but you can't guarantee that there will be no problems in the future! God knows if you have buried any hidden dangers now!" Sando continued to speak seriously, and it was obvious that he was not prepared to listen to Capac's words, which made Capac very angry.
"Why don't you want to believe me, Sandor? What I do is really for the good of the tribe!"
"What can make me believe you? You are just an ordinary hunter, but you suddenly became a doctor with superb medical skills. There are many people in the tribe who have watched you grow up, and no one has ever seen you learn these things before... You are either secretly trained as a spy by the white people or possessed by an evil spirit."
As he spoke, Sando walked in front of Capac, approaching Capac with his huge body, and his clenched fists seemed like they could hit Capac in the face at any time. Capac swallowed and spoke.
"I am not a spy for the invaders, nor am I possessed by an evil spirit. You have to believe me, Sandor."
Capac looked at Sando with a firm look. When Sando saw the other party's attitude, he became furious and clenched his fists tighter, but in the end he suppressed his anger.
"If you have any questions, go talk to the Shaman!"
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At dusk, in a large tent located in the center of the Tupa camp, a tall and thin old man wearing an eagle feather on his head and a colorful tasseled robe was sitting in the center of the tent.
The old man was smoking a pipe while examining the object in front of him. In front of him was a hand tied with a splint. The owner of this hand, Qiqilu, was looking at the old man in front of him with some trepidation. He asked with a hint of fear.
"Master Shaman, is there anything wrong with the hand that Capac treated for me? There was a rumor just now that Capac was possessed by an evil spirit and that's why he suddenly became so powerful. If I was saved by him, would I..."
"Don't worry, Chichilu, your injuries have been treated well, and there are no traces of evil spirits on them. I can feel that your spirit is happy because you are free from the pain.
"Although I don't quite understand the medical technique used to treat your arm, I can tell from your spiritual feedback that this technique is correct and effective. It is a sophisticated and practical technique."
The old man called Shaman spoke to Qiqilu in a calm tone. After hearing the old Shaman's words, Qiqilu felt fortunate. He breathed a sigh of relief and said.
"Huh... That's great. I thought Kapak was possessed by an evil spirit and that I would be unlucky too. It's good that he didn't... It seems like he really learned this trick from some wild shaman..."
Qiqilu said thankfully, while the old shaman shook his head and said with a smile.
"No shaman in this land knows this technique, and it is definitely not something that can be learned easily in just two or three moves."
Listening to the old shaman's words, Qiqilu was slightly stunned, and then said in disbelief.
"No shaman knows this kind of art, so Capac is really..."
Just when Chichilu was about to say something in surprise, the old shaman waved his hand and interrupted him.
"You should leave first. I will be in another position soon."
"yes……"
Seeing the old shaman's actions, Qiqilu responded respectfully, and then retreated immediately without delay. The old shaman was waiting while puffing smoke from his pipe.
After a while, Sandor led Capac into the big tent. One of them looked nervous and the other looked domineering.
"Master Shaman, I brought Capac here. The techniques he used are indeed problematic. They all came from those white people!"
"Listen to me, Master Shaman. I have absolutely no regard for the tribe..."
As soon as Capac and Sando came in, they started to explain to the old shaman in a noisy manner. The old shaman then started to speak impatiently after taking a puff of his pipe.
"Alright, alright... stop shouting here, I can hear you... just stand there..."
After hearing the old shaman's words, Capac and Sando immediately shut up. The old shaman took another look at the two people at the scene and slowly stood up.
Crouching, the old shaman came to Capac's side and slowly spun around him. During the spun process, the old shaman would occasionally pick up two small jars from the ground nearby and sprinkle some water and powder on Capac from the jars, but none of these caused Capac to behave abnormally.
Seeing this scene, the old shaman frowned slightly, and then he slowly put down the small jar.
"Capac, come with me. Sando, you go back first."
After saying a few simple words to Capac and Sando, the old shaman picked up a walking stick from the side and walked out of the big tent. Capac was slightly stunned when he saw this, and then followed him. Only Sando stayed there with a puzzled look on his face, and finally could only shout to the old shaman who was leaving.
"Master Shaman, you must punish this intruder's spy!"
Following the old shaman, Capak walked out of the tent and the camp, and went deeper and deeper into the forest beside the camp in the twilight of the evening.
Following the old shaman, Capac walked in the dark woods. Looking ahead at the back of a man walking forward with determination, he spoke with trepidation in his heart.
"Master Shaman, where are you taking me? And please don't believe what Sandor says. I am definitely not a spy for the invaders! I even learned to read from you when I was a child."
"Of course I know you're not a spy. If you were a spy... you wouldn't be so brazen about treating patients. Also, I don't believe the invaders would let you, such an excellent doctor, be a spy and waste your talent. Our small tribe doesn't have such an important position in their eyes."
Walking in front, the old shaman slowly responded to Capak. Hearing the old shaman's words, Capak felt happy in his heart, and he continued to ask the old shaman questions.
"That's great, Master Shaman. You didn't believe Sandor's words. I'm not a spy. Please explain to him later."
"Haha, even if I explain, Sando won't listen."
"Why doesn't he listen to your explanation?" Capac asked puzzledly after listening to the old shaman's words, and the other party answered slowly.
"Sando's relatives were killed by invaders, and he has a strong hatred for the invaders. He also gained prestige in the tribe by spreading this hatred, attracted a group of people who hated him like him to stand on his side, and encouraged neutral people to side with him. He used this as the basis to form the authority of his words. If nothing unexpected happens, he may be the next chief of the tribe... What you did in the past two days may be a surprise to him. When things are about power, no explanation or reason is useful."
"When emotions are about power...all reason is useless..." Listening to the old shaman's words, Capac said silently thoughtfully, and then he spoke to the old shaman not far in front of him.
"It doesn't matter whether Sando can explain it or not... As long as you, Shaman, can trust me, then the people in the tribe will naturally be able to trust me as well."
"I trust you? Sorry, Capac, I can't do that at the moment." The old shaman responded to Capac. Hearing the old shaman's response, Capac was slightly stunned.
"What... You, don't you believe that I'm not a spy?"
"I believe you are not a spy, nor do I doubt that you are something else. I have watched you grow up, Kapak, and I have no impression that you have learned such skilled medical skills." The old shaman spoke as he continued walking. There was a hint of oppression in his words, and Kapak defended himself in a panic.
"I learned the medical skills from a traveling shaman by chance..."
"Haha, the shamans in this land don't have the medical skills you have. Besides, I've also been to the patients you've treated before. You seem to be very skilled in treating them, and it doesn't seem like you've simply learned a few techniques."
The old shaman chuckled, exposed Capak's clumsy lie, and slowly turned around to continue speaking to him.
"In this land, there is only one way to learn a skill without a teacher, and that is because you are possessed by an evil spirit. The spirit that parasitizes on you allows you to use the skills it had in its previous life. Of course, this is not a good thing, because the spirit will eventually devour you.
"But don't worry, I will exorcise the evil spirit for you."
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