Twenty minutes later--
The clan elders finished dressing Achen.
Several elderly women stepped forward--
They stood in front of Achen, their expressions serious, muttering something to themselves, before finally leaving two minutes later.
But as they walked away, the old women secretly wiped away their tears.
Especially when they turned to look at Ah Chen, the more they looked, the more --
"Grandma, watch where you're going, don't fall!"
"Miao'er--"
Ah Chen was fine when he didn't make a sound, but when he did, it was a crisp laugh. The old woman, who had been suppressing her emotions, could no longer control herself.
After hearing the word "Miao'er" --
The old woman stumbled back and hugged Ah Chen.
Ah Chen's breath also felt a little sore.
Ah, the love for the Miao region!
Although they had never met before, the grandmothers' longing for the future Miao king was not something that had existed in this generation alone.
It has been passed down from generation to generation, countless generations!
"You old witches, get out of the way, don't waste time," the elder said, reminding them.
Although the old women stepped back, they glared fiercely at the clan elder.
A few minutes later--
The Miao people dispersed ahead, and a huge bamboo chair was carried over by several strong Miao people.
Achen estimated that the bamboo chair was probably over twenty meters long, and its width was at least four or five meters.
While he was looking at the bamboo chair, he was invited by several clan elders to sit down on it.
Then--
Led by the eight jackals, 108 of the most elite Miao men lifted this bamboo chair, which held great significance.
They marched in a grand procession to the heart of the Miao region on Hainan Island.
At this moment, the scene is simply too imposing!
Ah Chen sat in the very center of the huge bamboo chair, giving him a sense of looking down on the world.
He didn't want to sit down, but he couldn't go against the elders' wishes.
And the Miao men who carried the chairs were so happy!
But--
Ah Chen felt as if he was about to be carried up the mountain and buried.
So he wondered if, on the day he died, so many Miao men would carry him up the mountain and bury him with their own hands.
You have to understand the current situation, it's...
Besides the Miao men carrying the chairs, they were accompanied by other Miao people who could take their place at any time.
At the head of the procession, the core Miao people of Qiongmiao led the way with their imposing presence.
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