But everyone was awestruck by the scale of Jiuyou Ancient Village.
This Miao village truly deserves to be called the core Miao village in Guizhou.
The arrival of tens of thousands of people did not make Jiuyou Ancient Village feel crowded at all.
Miao people dressed in traditional Miao clothing were directing non-Miao people to areas where they could and could not enter.
Among these people were some who were acquaintances of Achen and Amo.
Four o'clock, --
The sun began to set.
As the drums of war grew louder and louder, and as countless non-Miao people eagerly awaited their arrival, --
The figures of the quasi-Miao King Mu Achen and his companions finally appeared in the mountains beyond the natural lake.
Looking around, a dark line stretched out across the entire area.
The winding road was packed with people.
Meanwhile, the ancient village was packed with people.
The main road paved with bluestone had long been cleared away, and Miao men stood guard on both sides with Miao knives at their waists.
The girls from each branch of the tribe greeted us in their finest attire.
Boom boom--
Buzzing!!
As the mighty procession arrived, the sound of war drums was followed by the deep, resonant sound of horns.
Hundreds of horns stretched for two kilometers from the eastern entrance of the ancient village.
The Miao drums were neatly arranged.
As soon as the soon-to-be Miao king and his entourage arrived, hundreds of Miao drums sounded in unison.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The drummers were all girls from various branches of the Miao ethnic group in Guizhou.
The girls beat drums while performing Miao dances.
Her dance moves were graceful and captivating.
"My goodness, this spectacle, these drums, and the Miao girls' poses—how captivating!"
"I can't take it anymore, I'm going to get drunk!"
"So beautiful! So powerful---"
"My blood is boiling."
"My blood vessels are about to burst. There must be seventy or eighty thousand Miao people alone."
"I feel it's more than that."
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