As if it wanted to watch the Qingque tribe's sacrifice specifically, the sun, which had not appeared for several days after the snow stopped, showed up today with its little face red and emitting thousands of golden rays of light.

The white snow sets off the light, making it bright everywhere and dazzling.

The people of the Green Bird Tribe didn't care about these things at all. They stood on tiptoe and looked into the house with full anticipation.

Standing inside the room were the leading figures of the Qingque tribe, including the Son of God, the witch, the chief, the second senior brother, Shang, and junior brother Sha.

The Son of God, standing in the middle, was holding two drumsticks in his hands and explaining something to the crowd. The crowd nodded to show that they understood what the Son of God meant.

After a while, the eldest brother came out and asked everyone standing outside to stand in line. Wu Ze put on the feather crown and held the bone staff in his hand.

Normally, during sacrifices, the shaman would just dance, but this time it was obviously different.

The people of the Green Bird Tribe had not learned how to line up. Even though they tried their best to stand in line, they were still a mess. Some chaotic and unclear sounds were heard, like mosquitoes singing.

“Boom!”

Just at this moment, a dull sound suddenly came out and exploded in the ears.

The witch's body trembled, and the bone staff in his hand almost fell. The eldest brother and others were also startled. Even though they had received instructions from the Son of God before, they were still distracted by the sudden explosion.

The buzzing sound outside the house disappeared, and everyone fell silent, with many people gaping in amazement.

After a brief moment of daze, surprise, panic, fear...these emotions appeared on them.

Some timid people were trembling, while others even looked up at the sky.

The sky was bright and clear, without a single cloud in sight...

Then... where did this sudden thunder come from?

Everyone was puzzled, and at the same time, the fear of the unknown became greater.

“Boom!”

As everyone was in doubt, another dull sound similar to the previous one rang out.

Then there was a series of “Boom boom boom…!”

There!

It’s the Son of God!

The eldest brother and Shang were stunned by the sudden sound of the drum by Han Cheng in the room. After a while, they remembered what the Son of God had told them before, and hurried to the back and stood on both sides of the totem pole.

As the two of them left, the scene inside the house that had been blocked was finally clearly displayed to everyone.

Son of God!

It’s the Son of God!

They thought to themselves.

The Son of God was holding a drumstick in one hand and smashing it hard on the thing they had recently made, which the Son of God called a drum.

Every time the drumstick falls, a buzzing sound is heard, and the sound is like thunder when it rains on a hot day, awe-inspiring and thrilling.

This thing was supposed to be from heaven, but now it has been tamed by the Son of God and brought to their Qingque tribe...

At this moment, they suddenly had an urge to worship.

To the gods in heaven, to the Son of God, and to this amazing drum that could thunder. This was an idea they had never had in previous sacrifices.

Wu Canglao's cheeks first turned pale and then red. He stared at the drum being beaten by the Son of God, and his body was shaking with excitement.

Although he had learned about the function and effectiveness of the drum from the Son of God before, the power displayed by the drum at this moment was still far beyond his imagination.

Did the Son of God put the thunder from heaven into this drum? He thought the same as everyone else.

He thought about this for a while before he suddenly remembered what the Son of God had told him. While blaming himself for delaying the sacrifice, he hurriedly prepared to start the sacrificial dance.

It was at this moment that the Son of God suddenly stopped.

The thunder disappeared and the world suddenly became quiet. The Son of God holding the drumsticks frowned slightly, looked at the drum on the stand, and talked to himself.

The witch was stunned and stopped the dance that was about to begin. She hurriedly moved closer to the Son of God, wanting to know what was going on.

But the Son of God whispered to himself: "No, the sound shouldn't be so small..."

Wu's body stiffened and he almost fell down.

My Son of God, the sound is about to blow the roof off, and you still think it’s not loud enough?

Even though he was as calm as a witch, he didn't know how to express his feelings at the moment.

"Light a fire."

Han Cheng held the drumstick and thought to himself for a while, then suddenly spoke.

There were two people in charge of Fire One and Fire Two, and a fire soon started outside the door.

Han Cheng asked his second senior brother and junior brother Sha, who were originally assigned to carry the drum, to carry the drum out.

The two men had even more respect for this thing that could make thunderous sounds, and their respect was filled with awe.

The two men followed Han Cheng's instructions, carefully carried the drum and followed Han Cheng out.

At Han Cheng's instruction, the drum was picked up and one end of the drum was placed over the burning fire, about 20 centimeters away from the flame to let the fire roast it.

After roasting for a while, they turned the heads over again according to the Son of God's instructions and continued roasting.

The people of the Green Bird tribe who were watching were very surprised. Food tastes better when it is roasted over a fire. Now the Son of God has people roast the drum over a fire. Could it be that it is going to be eaten too?

Han Cheng certainly didn't want to eat it, but he remembered the way he had seen before, which was to deal with the problem of drums not being so loud in cold weather.

Li He once wrote in "Song of the Prefect of Yanmen" that the frost was so heavy and the drums could not be heard, and the Qingque tribe was just as cold now.

If you want to make the drum sound louder, it’s simple, just make the drum hotter.

The drum that was heated by the fire was carried back and placed in the rack. After Han Cheng gestured to the people in the room, he struck the drum hard with the drumstick.

The leather covering the drum vibrated rapidly, and a dull loud "boom" sound came from the drum and spread to the surroundings.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe inside and outside the house was shocked, and felt as if the sound exploded in their hearts.

The witch's eyes were filled with awe and worship, his mind moved with the constant roar, and for a moment he even forgot to perform the sacrifice.

It was not until Han Cheng reminded him that he began to dance in a small area in the house. His steps were more vigorous than ever before, and his movements were as natural and smooth as flowing water. This old man, who had never successfully communicated with the gods, suddenly had a different feeling this time when he was offering sacrifices to the roaring drums.

It seems like I am one step closer to the gods...

Han Cheng didn't know much about playing drums. He just played them over and over again according to the rhythm he remembered, 'dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong dong dong'. Sometimes he would play for a while when he felt like it. Anyway, whether there was anyone here who understood drums or not, it was up to him to decide everything.

After a dance, the drumbeats stopped temporarily. According to prior instructions, the people surrounding the door were separated. The witch wearing a feather crown and holding a bone staff walked out of the room first, dancing and heading towards the cave.

Next came the second senior brother, Junior Brother Sha, who was carrying the drum stand and the drum on the stand, and Han Dashenzi, who was holding the drumstick and occasionally hitting the drum that was carried very low.

Behind them were the eldest brother and Shang, who were carrying the totem pole.

The rest of the people followed the totem pole and headed towards the cave together.

Inside the cave, amid the rumbling sound of drums, Wu danced around the totem pole three times along with the eldest brother and Shang who were carrying the totem pole, mumbling something indistinctly during the process.

After three circles, the totem pole was lifted and placed back in its original position.

A bonfire was lit, dispelling the darkness in the cave and making everything clear and bright.

Playing drums is a physically demanding job, and Han Cheng was already sweating.

Having had enough of playing the drums, he took this brief opportunity to hand over the drumsticks to his senior brother who was free.

The eldest senior brother seemed a little embarrassed and hesitant, but he had already made up his mind to be a hands-off boss, so Han Dashenzi naturally would not give him the opportunity to refuse.

After briefly teaching some simple ways of playing the drum, the drumstick fell into the hands of the eldest brother.

The eldest brother holding the drumstick was tense, with tension, anticipation and a sacred sense of responsibility.

This was the first time that he participated in the sacrifice other than as a spectator.

Moreover, he would personally handle this instrument that could capture the sound of thunder...

All of this made him full of excitement and anticipation.

Amid the roaring drums, a sacrificial ceremony different from previous ones began again.

The bow, arrow, and slingshot were respectfully placed on the stone platform in front of the totem pole. These were the best items for the Qingque tribe to offer sacrifices to the gods.

Han Cheng, the pseudo-son of God, stood beside the totem pole as usual, enjoying the same treatment as the gods - serving as a clay puppet.

As the witch danced and the drums roared, the crowd sincerely thanked the gods for their favor to the Qingque tribe and for leading the Qingque tribe step by step towards becoming stronger...

Because of the appearance of the drum, people participating in the sacrifice are more devoted than before.

After a great deal of excitement, the sacrifice ended and the totem pole was once again carried by the eldest brother and Shang and put back into the house.

Compared to the beginning, the ceremony seemed simpler and quieter.

It was also from today that the general framework of the Qingque tribe's sacrificial ceremony was established, which was divided into three procedures: welcoming the gods, offering sacrifices, and sending off the gods.

In the process, the initial welcoming of the gods requires the Son of God to personally beat the drum, the shaman to dance, and the chief and others to carry the totem pole where the gods reside.

During the sacrifice, the chief beats the drum...

Compared with the previous solo dance of the witch, this kind of sacrifice has more ritual sense and can make people devote themselves to it wholeheartedly.

It can also better highlight the status of people like the Son of God, witches, and leaders in the Qingque tribe.

Of course, these are just rough frameworks, and you can fill them with new things as needed.