Then, without thinking twice, Lu Yuan lay down on the ground and twisted his waist and buttocks violently, causing his whole body to roll forward.
The pile of charcoal is about ten meters long, and it would take most people about half a minute to roll over it.
To prevent his skin from being burned, Lu Yuan accelerated and rolled forward, sending charcoal embers flying all around him and filling the air with thick smoke.
Hissing white steam rose continuously from Lu Yuan's body. He quickened his rolling speed and, in less than five seconds, he had already rolled over the piles of charcoal.
Upon reaching the other end of the charcoal fire, Zhou Tong and Fang Yuan immediately ran over and used water to extinguish the embers stuck to Lu Yuan's body.
Lu Yuan felt that everything happened too fast. He hadn't even felt the temperature here before it was over. Although there were a few places that were burning painfully, his skin was only a little red, and no blood blisters were even formed.
The surrounding primitive people were caught off guard when Lu Yuan rolled over at such a fast speed, but the old priest was very satisfied.
So he raised his scepter and shouted loudly to the people around him. Only then did the others react and start cheering with the old chief. Then the crowd formed a large circle again, surrounding Lu Yuan and his two companions. They sang and danced as if welcoming heroes.
Lu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, got dressed, and stood there to receive their welcome ceremony, feeling much happier.
The crowd's antics finally subsided, and Lu Yuan's body temperature finally returned to normal.
"There shouldn't be any more ceremonies, right?"
Lu Yuan turned his head and asked a question, and Fang Yuan pondered for a moment before replying with a hint of hesitation: "I think it's probably over, but who knows what other tricks these tribes might have up their sleeves?"
Just then, the hunched high priest walked towards Lu Yuan, tapping his scepter on the ground.
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