Chronicles of Primordial Wars

Regardless of the legend, how much the process of begging for rain has changed, one thing is certain - the people of the rain tribe are very realistic.

No matter what lies or demons you make up, as long as it works, they will believe it, and they will believe it firmly and strictly enforce it. Otherwise, no matter how much you put in, they won't get the results they want, and they'll be cruel.

What used to be able to pile you up, can now pull you down and step into the fire. Take Yang Sui as an example.

Compared to the Yanjiao tribe, the witches of the Rain tribe are indeed pitifully low. However, witches are also different from witches. If the Yanjiao tribe also had witches like the Rain tribe, it would definitely be in a similar situation to the Rain tribe.

Shao Xuan thinks it depends on the person.

He probably thought that he had only two days left to live, and Yang Sui's words were not hidden. He couldn't say a lot of things to people inside the tribe, it sounded too rebellious, but it was different for people outside the tribe, because people from the outside tribe didn't approve of other tribes. Yang Sui said it without any scruples, and vented his grievances by the way.

After a moment of silence, Yang Sui lowered his eyes, shook the ox tail on his hands, and sang in a hoarse voice: "Yin white and silky rain, sandy yellow and muddy way... God in the sky, rain is the coat... I beg you... …”

This is a song that many people in the rain tribe will sing.

Since when did you stop begging for rain? How long has time passed?

Hundreds of years? millennium? Too far to even remember?

"What kind of scene is it? I really want to see it." Yang Sui said.

The records left by the ancestors are not complete, but the songs passed down from generation to generation are known to everyone. It is a pity that no one can imagine what kind of scene this song depicts. No one knows. Because everyone who knew it was gone.

"I heard that when the rain is successful, the rain falls in a line, and all the ground becomes mud. People walk barefoot on the wet and cool mud and enjoy the scouring of the rain." Yang Sui said.

Sludge is not meant to be derogatory here. For the people of the Rain Tribe, "mud" and "slime" are a sight that people look forward to, because in most of their memories. The ground is hard and cracked.

Just as he was talking, the girl named Mi Yan that Shao Xuan had met yesterday came over with an undisguised anger on her face. She probably didn't expect to see Shao Xuan here, surprise flashed across her face, but she didn't pay any more attention and turned to Yang Sui who was sitting on the ground.

"Two more quit! Those bastards!" Mi Yan looked very excited.

Yang Sui held Oxtail's hand tightly, and then calmly said. "If you don't do it, you won't do it. Let's see who is willing to fill the vacancy. For those who are willing to fill the vacancy, the coins will be doubled."

"What else are you adding!" Mi Yan roared. "He Chao took them away with shell coins! If you can give shell coins, can't he give them?! He left one yesterday, and it's rare to find someone to fill the gap. Now he's gone again! Who else can I find?! Who? I know if anyone will leave today!"

The "River Tide" in Mi Yan's mouth was the competitor of the witch who was with Yang Sui at the beginning, but Yang Sui won that time, but now, the leader Lu Mang supports He Tiao and suppresses Yang Sui. Day by day, Yang Sui's support are also rapidly decreasing. Yesterday Yang Sui also said that the other party and his supporters were more than half to one half, and after another day, half of them were gone.

Probably think so. Yang Sui, this witch can't ask for rain, and even the witch who follows him will suffer.

Someone else followed. It's because of those supporters behind Yang Sui, but now. Under the coercion and lure of He Chao and the leader Ron Mang, piles of supporters stood in the opponent's camp, and naturally there were also witches who changed their positions.

According to the request of the rain, the eight witches are indispensable. But now, I can't find a suitable person to fill it up for a while.

If you can't make it up, you can't even ask for rain, and you will fail directly.

This is the rule set by the ancestors and cannot be changed.

Want to change? Okay, you can ask for rain, then the people of the rain tribe will definitely not object, but if you don't ask for rain, then you can only follow the rules.

"...Also," Mi Yan took two deep breaths and tried to calm down before saying, "The oxtail they prepared for you was also taken back and given to He Chao."

Not only were people pried away, but even the carefully prepared oxtail was sent to the enemy.

begging for rain?

What else do you ask for?

If it goes on like this, there is no need to prepare for anything, just prepare to be burned to death.

"What should I do? The ceremony will start tomorrow!" Mi Yan was anxiously circling the room.

"Is there any cows in the surrounding mountains? I can look for them." Shao Xuan said.

"No need." Yang Sui waved his hand and pointed at Shao Xuanyang's ox tail, which had been stained with a lot of dust, and said, "This one is enough, which ox tail can't be used as a whip? The ancestors didn't say anything. What kind of oxtail has to be."

"What about the witch?" Shao Xuan asked, "If you need shell coins or something, I'll bring some here too."

"We don't need shell coins, we have them." When Mi Yan looked at Shao Xuan, her expression softened a lot. Although Shao Xuan was not from the Rain tribe, she was grateful to be willing to help at this time.

only……

"Not enough witches."

As soon as Mi Yan finished speaking, he heard a voice from outside: "Who said it's not enough?!"

Yang Sui, who was sitting on the ground, bounced up and looked out of the door in astonishment.

The dilapidated wooden door that was covering it was removed by a pair of hands full of calluses.

Shao Xuan saw two dark-skinned middle-aged women walking in one after the other. Behind them, there was an old man with gray hair. Although he was old, his body was still healthy and his steps were steady. How old is it.

"There are not enough people, so can we!" said the middle-aged woman who came in first.

"Auntie! Grandma!" Yang Sui looked at the person who came in and exclaimed in surprise.

"Auntie!" Mi Yan was so shocked that she didn't know what to say.

The three people who came in were Yang Sui's mother and grandmother, and Mi Yan's mother.

They were only slightly surprised when they saw Shao Xuan, but after Shao Xuan introduced himself, the three of them also showed friendliness and thanked Shao Xuan. They knew that Shao Xuan helped Yang Sui.

"You...you..." Yang Sui stammered hard.

"How about us? The ancestors never said that the witch must be young." Yang Sui's mother said.

The ancestors did not say it, but the rain tribe is beautiful with a slender, flowing body with a smart curve. Therefore, when choosing a witch, such a young woman will also be selected, and some families have even trained them from an early age. Up to now, there has never been a middle-aged woman serving as a witch. After all, the middle-aged women in the tribe, because of their hard work, are naturally no better than those young people.

However, as more and more people turned their backs, even the eight witches couldn't get together, and the three elders came up with this strategy.

If other people become witches, even if Yang Sui fails to ask for rain afterwards, although they won't be able to get a good deal, their lives will not be in danger, but Yang Sui's family is different. The new leader's group is targeting Yang Sui, and they will be harsh on Yang Sui's family. Maybe they will be burned to death together.

Looking at the sobbing people in the house, Shao Xuan left the wooden house.

There were also a few middle-aged men standing outside the house, guarding around the house. It should be Yang Sui's relatives or familiar elders.

No wonder Yang Sui was reluctant to bear these people. At this time, they were the only people in the Rain Tribe who truly protected him.

The outside was still cloudy and the visibility was low. Shao Xuan planned to take a walk outside. Think about what you can do to help.

Not far away, a half-arm-length lizard was crawling, and a creature suddenly rushed out from under the sandy ground.

Shao Xuan looked over and saw that it was the same variety as the one they ate not long ago.

The poor guy who just rushed out for food was chopped by Shao Xuan before the meat was imported. (To be continued)