Perfect World

The altar was made of huge stones and was very open. It was built next to a broken old willow tree. At this time, it was filled with beasts, like a hill.

The bright red animal blood stained the huge stone platform and flowed along the carvings on the stone surface. It was a bright red color. Combined with the thick and long hair of the giant beast, the scales with cold light and the ferocious giant horn, it was shocking and gave a sense of tragic prehistoric times. The breath hit my face.

Under the leadership of the old patriarch, the men, women, and children of Shicun prayed together and asked for the willow tree's protection. This was a serious sacrificial process, and it was also a practice that was carried out every time after returning from hunting.

The charred tree was as silent as before, with no reaction at all, and no sacrifices were taken as before, but many villagers knew that it had a spirit!

Finally, after the sacrifice was completed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, smiled with joy again, and began to move the corpses of these beasts, preparing to bleed and cut them.

"It has been many years since the offerings to the spirits have been touched. Do we still need to perform sacrifices every time?" A young man muttered softly.

"What nonsense are you talking about, you brat!" His father glared at Tong Ling angrily and raised his hand as big as a cattail leaf fan to beat him.

The old patriarch waved his hand to stop, and said softly: "The sacrificial spirit is the spirit we sacrifice and support. It is important to be sincere. Only when we treat it reverently will it protect and bless our village."

The young man's face turned red and he said hurriedly: "Captain, I am not being sincere, I just feel that these sacrifices are not needed for the sacrifice of the spirits, and they have never been used."

"As long as you're aware of it, it'll be fine." Shi Yunfeng patted his shoulder and explained carefully.

The sacrificial spirit, also called the "sacrifice spirit", is the abbreviation of a tribe's "sacrifice and offering spirit". It protects the village and deters the ferocious beasts in the wilderness.

The elders in the clan still remember that this was not the case with another sacrifice made decades ago. It was a strange stone, and every time a sacrifice was offered, most of the blood essence would be lost and absorbed by it.

Until late one night, the old willow tree came and the strange stone chose to go away. Everything changes because of this.

Thinking of that rainy night that year, the old patriarch felt a little distracted. At that time, he was still a teenager and had witnessed that shocking and terrifying scene.

That late night, there was lightning and thunder, heavy rain, and the storm was extremely violent. Many mountains were collapsed by lightning, mountain torrents were like the sea, and ferocious beasts were running like tides. The scene was terrifying.

At that time, a huge willow tree that reached the sky appeared in the clouds, bathed in the sea of ​​thunder, and the lightning thickened the mountains. Thousands of willow branches turned into blazing divine chains, piercing the entire sky, as if fighting something. fighting.

Finally, the big willow tree broke, was scorched black, shrunk to its current size, fell down, and took root in the stone village. At the same time, the lightning disappeared and the torrential rain receded. That night the strange stone that was worshiped and offered in the village left.

Every time he thought of it, the old patriarch's heart trembled. The old willow tree did not move its roots from other large tribes or mountains and swamps, but fell from the sky and was damaged by endless thunder and lightning. Few people in the village knew it.

In the first few decades, it was completely charred and black, without any vitality, as if it was completely dead. It was not until ten years ago that a new green branch sprouted, and it has not changed since then.

"You brats, be careful. It's rare to harvest these ferocious beasts. Their blood essence, tendons and some bones are incredibly precious. Don't lose the essence." The old patriarch came back to his senses and warned.

The young and middle-aged men in the tribe were cutting the giant beast with their silver knives. From time to time, clanging sounds were made, sparks flew everywhere, and the bones of the giant beast were surprisingly hard.

Someone has already prepared a large pottery jar to collect the blood essence retained in special parts of the animal's body. This is an excellent blood-tonifying medicine and is very rare.

Among these beast corpses, Pixiu is the most precious. Although it is only a descendant and is far inferior to the pure-blooded Pixiu royal family, it still contains part of the true blood and is of astonishing value.

It has been more than two years since I last captured a ferocious beast like Pixiu. They are so ferocious and powerful that they can kill a strong man with just one claw. They are really difficult to deal with and are shockingly ferocious.

It can be said that the harvest this time is staggering.

"Well, the true blood retained in the horns of this two-headed fire rhinoceros is also extremely amazing, no worse than that Pixiu!" An old man performed the operation himself, untying the flesh and blood as hard as gold and stone under the horns, and a stream of red blood flowed out. True blood like fire.

Suddenly, the blood turned into a ball of red light, and a palm-long two-headed fire rhinoceros appeared, covered in red, lifelike, and roaring angrily.

"Good thing, this true blood has extremely strong medicinal properties, no worse than that Pixiu!" The old man who performed the surgery laughed loudly, quickly collected the rhinoceros blood in a clay pot, and sealed the mouth of the pot tightly.

"Chief, the horn of this dragon-horned elephant is also a good thing. It was already dying when we found it, otherwise it would be impossible to deal with it," said a young man.

Shi Yunfeng nodded and said: "It's really rare. The pair of dragon horns on its head have been growing for many years. They were carefully chiseled off. They are a rare bone-repairing medicine."

"The tendons in Kui Beast's one leg are so tough that they can be cut with an axe."

"They are all good things. Be careful, brat, don't waste the precious blood on the wings of the flying python!"

The clan members are happy and full of smiles.

Only a group of children shrunk their necks and ran away, because they knew that most of these so-called blood medicines and bone medicines would be used on them, and they would start to "suffer" again.

It wasn't until half an hour later that all the "treasure medicine" growing on the beast's body was harvested. The clan leader and several elders nodded with satisfaction, took away the pots, and took them for disposal.

"With so much prey, we will marinate part of it, then smoke it and make it into dried meat." The experienced old man said.

With so many beasts piled together like a hill, the whole village would not be able to eat them all for many days. If they spoiled, it would be a waste, and it must not be tolerated by the villagers who are short of food.

Women from each household began to come forward to share the meat, all with sincere smiles. The men who were worried about going out earlier have not only returned safely, but also had such a bountiful harvest. This is the best gift from God.

Smoke curled up from the kitchens of each household, and after half an hour the aroma of meat spread. The pieces of meat stewed in the iron pots of each household were almost rotten, and the children couldn't wait any longer. And the animal meat roasted on the fire began to turn golden and shiny, dripping fat, and sizzling when it fell into the fire. The strong men couldn't help it anymore and began to tear the meat. The bites leave your mouth full of juice and your appetite whets your appetite.

"My dear, this is Pixiu meat. If you eat more of it, you will gain great strength. It is a rare and precious meat."

"You brat, eat more. This is the meat of the two-headed rhinoceros. Adding more will make your skin and bones as strong as iron. Don't eat the most useless tree pork."

All kinds of wild beasts became the richest food for the villagers at night. The alluring aroma of meat spread to the streets, inducing a surge of appetite. Bursts of laughter spread, and the whole village was filled with joy.