begging

Chapter 4
Late at night, Su Ming lay in his own house, looking at the dark surroundings, unable to fall asleep for a long time.Grandpa's words always lingered in his ears, causing scenes from nine years ago to constantly resurface in his mind.
With a long sigh, Su Ming sat up and silently pushed open the wooden door of the house. A gust of cool wind blew his messy hair. The wind was very cool, as if it came with the moonlight and fell on the earth.
The surroundings were quiet, with only one or two faint neighings coming from the distant Wushan Mountain. The tribe was mostly dark, with only the bonfire in the center and some scattered flames, and some torches on the surrounding giant wooden walls. In this late night, there was a faint crackling sound of burning.
Su Ming looked up at the sky. The moon and stars in the sky were very bright, and the stars seemed to be eternal. Su Ming's eyes slowly showed confusion.
"The people in the tribe are very kind to me...but my appearance is obviously different from theirs...Maybe this is related to the failure of worshiping the statue...
If you don't have a barbaric body, you can't cultivate barbarism. You can only stay here for the rest of your life. You can't go out and see the world described in the animal skin book..." Su Ming sat down silently, leaning against the house and looking at the sky. , the confusion in his eyes became even stronger.
At this moment, suddenly there was a faint whistling sound from the tribe. The sound revealed a sadness, which seemed to merge with the moonlight and melted into the land of Wushan.
Su Ming frowned, his confusion interrupted by the sound of music. He didn't need to get up to look, he knew that this was the tribe's willow flute playing its xun music again.
Liu Di was a low-level barbarian in the tribe. His favorite thing was to play the strange Xun music. The sound was very sad. Su Ming would feel a little sad every time he heard it and didn't like it very much.
"The barbarians have ancestors who opened the sky and created humans, leaving them for generations to this day... The barbarians fly into the sky and move mountains and seas... There are barbarian patterns reaching the sky, and they can pick off the sun, moon and stars..." Late at night, in the Wushan tribe, a young man Looking at the sky, amid the humming sound of the song, I murmur...
At this moment, he did not notice that the black fragment hanging around his neck once again had a faint light flashing away...
Time flew by and the third day soon came.
As the day when the Lasu Man of the Wushan tribe was born, the whole tribe was in an uproar from early morning. Almost all the tribesmen walked out, taking their own Lasu, and gathered in the square in the center of the tribe.
The ceremony of Manqi often takes a whole day, especially the Manqi when Lasu is 16 years old. It is like a coming-of-age ceremony. Even at this time today, the Lasu who have completed Manqi can choose a partner for each other.
Bursts of drums with a strange rhythm swirled from the tribe. With the appearance of the drums, one by one, Rasu walked out of the crowd and stood in the very center.
There are more than 30 Lasu who have completed the Man Qi this time, and most of them are teenagers. Although they are not very old, their bodies are extremely thick, showing a sturdy meaning.
Even those young girls were like this. In this way, Su Ming in the crowd appeared particularly distinct, his delicate features made him even more out of place with the surroundings.
Despite this, the people here have long accepted Su Ming's existence. Although his appearance looks a little different to them, they do not reject him. Instead, they integrate him into the tribe and become a member of the tribe.
After surrounding these Lasu who were preparing for the start, all the Wushan tribesmen danced primitive dances one after another, worshiping the heaven with dance, and using their bodies to express their reverence and sacrifice to the heaven and earth.
"Su Ming, I heard from people in the clan that you also went to Wulong Mountain a few days ago and brought back some Wulong saliva." While the clan members outside were singing and dancing happily, a simple and honest voice came from beside Su La.
It was a young man of the same age, with rough skin and a strong body. He was almost a full circle bigger than Su Ming. His eyes were very bright. He was looking at Su Ming and smiled innocently.
Su Ming smiled as he looked at the young man who was speaking. This young man was called Lei Chen and he was one of his few close friends in the clan.
"I took some back and went to see you yesterday. Your father said that you went up the mountain with the hunting team. When the wild start is over later, you can share some with me."
The young man named Lei Chen's eyes lit up, he quickly took a few steps forward and smiled innocently.
"I could have come back earlier, but I met a marten deer on the way. You said before that you needed the blood of a marten deer for medicine, so I followed it and came back last night."
Su Ming knew that the other party was speaking lightly, but in fact the mink deer was extremely difficult to kill and even more dangerous. At this moment, his heart felt warm.
As the two of them were talking, the singing around them gradually calmed down, and the crowd dispersed. They saw the grandfather of the Wushan tribe, wearing coarse linen clothes, holding a black bone staff in his hand, walking surrounded by several tribesmen. He came over and stood in front of these teenagers.
His appearance caused complete silence all around. These teenagers looked in awe, obviously very afraid of this grandpa.
"Sacrifice to the Barbarian Ancestor!" Grandpa glanced over the crowd with piercing eyes, and paused slightly for Su Ming. As he spoke, he raised the dark bone staff with his right hand and waved it. He immediately saw people hurriedly walking away from the crowd not far away. Dozens of big men came, all carrying tied beasts on their backs.
Those wild beasts were still alive, and at this moment they let out a shrill roar and struggled constantly, but it didn't help.
A total of 49 wild beasts of different shapes were all lifted up shortly after, and they surrounded those teenagers. The roaring sounds echoed and gathered together, and there was a faint penetrating force that impacted the soul. However, there are tribesmen from the Wushan tribe around them, holding them down tightly, preventing them from breaking free.
The big man standing beside these beasts, without any hesitation, all lowered their heads at the same time, with a sharp stone blade in their left hand, directly piercing the necks of these beasts, cutting off their heads.
Even the roar reached its peak at this moment, as the head was chopped off, and it seemed to be earth-shattering, causing several of the more than 30 Lasu who were preparing to start to show fear.
Su Ming's complexion was pale, but he gritted his teeth and endured it. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Lei Chen beside him, and saw that the other party's eyes were shining brightly, with a bloodthirsty feeling. He seemed to be used to it, and he enjoyed it a little, unlike the simple and honest man before. , completely different from each other.
A large amount of blood suddenly erupted, like a blood spring, exuding a fishy smell, and sprinkled towards the more than 30 Lasu, falling on their hair, bodies, and the ground beneath their feet.
"You are lucky because there are no tribal wars now, but you are also unlucky..." Grandpa looked at the teenagers in front of him and spoke softly.
“When I was a child, the 16-year-old ritual of Man Qi required cutting off the head of a person from a hostile tribe and drinking their blood to complete Man Qi.
Compared to now, you are luckier... But unfortunately, you only saw the animal blood and did not touch the enemy's head..." Grandpa murmured, taking a deep look at the Lasu in front, holding a bone staff. He raised his right hand and pointed forward.
At the same time, he lifted five fingers of his left hand and clenched his fist, then released it suddenly. Immediately, a powerful aura spread out from his body. This aura rolled around, forming a gust of wind and howling, which permeated the entire Wushan tribe. .
I saw lines on Grandpa's face transformed, and the lines intertwined together to form a totem that looked like a python head.
The python head came to life, as if it were real. It transformed into grandpa's face, roaring up to the sky, and let out a silent roar. Although it could not be heard by both ears, all the people of the Wushan tribe here, including the strong chief, could not help but tremble. , take a few steps back.
"The black python pattern...this is grandpa's barbaric pattern..." Su Ming looked at grandpa blankly, looking at the lines on his face, his heart was filled with shock. The last time he saw this scene was nine years ago. Seeing it again now, the feeling is several times stronger than before.
"Grandpa can annihilate the entire tribe with his own strength. He is so powerful and is only at the ninth level of the Blood Coagulation Realm... I wonder how powerful that person in the Opening Dust Realm must be...
Not to mention the Bone Sacrifice Realm after the Opening of the Dust... The animal skin scroll once said that strong men in the Bone Sacrifice Realm are extremely rare even in medium-sized tribes. Only those unimaginable large tribes have not many sacrificial bones. The barbaric environment. "Su Ming's heart was shaken, and he longed to become a barbarian even more.
"With the blood and animal bodies from this place, please invite the Wushan Monkeys!" Grandpa's thunderous voice interrupted Su Ming's thoughts. However, as Grandpa's words came out, all the beast corpses around him exploded. , the flesh, blood on the ground, and the blood on the young men were all sucked away by an invisible force, condensing together in mid-air to form a huge mass of flesh and blood.
"Manqi!" The big and thick man beside Grandpa, the head of the Wushan tribe shouted loudly at this moment.
All the Lasu, including Su Ming, bit the tip of their tongues without hesitation, and spewed out a mouthful of blood. Their blood quickly rose into the air, and after being absorbed by the fleshy mass, with a shocking roar, the fleshy mass turned into A black statue.
It was a half-human, half-beast hideous statue, filled with a barbaric and primitive atmosphere. It held a long dragon in one hand, and a huge spear in the other. Its eyes showed madness and bloodlust. .
With its appearance, even the sky suddenly became dim, as if it was suppressed by its majesty.
"Wu Shan looks like..." Su Ming's heart was pounding, pounding, as if it was about to burst. But at this moment, the fragment around his neck had a warm current flowing out and integrated into his body. It made that uncomfortable feeling disappear.
This feeling made Su Ming startled, and he was about to lower his head subconsciously, when his grandfather's voice echoed.
"Come forward one by one, and pay homage inside the statue!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a young man took a few steps quickly. After stepping directly under the statue, he disappeared instantly. Not long after, where he disappeared, the young man appeared with a gloomy face and stepped aside. , said nothing.
"Next!" The person who spoke was the clan leader of the Wushan tribe. The big man looked serious and his eyes swept over these Rasu.
One by one, the Manqi Lasu came forward one after another, and soon after disappearing, they reappeared. Until a woman stepped into the Man statue, the Man statue emitted a flash of red light.
Immediately, the entire tribe became energetic. Even the grandfather looked intently and saw the red light flashing nine times in a row before the girl's figure appeared.
"Have a brute body!!"
"The beast looks like nine rays of light, which means it has a beast body!"
When the girl appeared, she looked surprised.
"Your name is Ula, right? Very good, come to me." A smile appeared on Grandpa's face, he looked at the girl and nodded.
Seeing the young girl walking toward his grandfather, Su Ming remained silent. He gritted his teeth and took the next step towards the statue. His step out immediately attracted the attention of the tribesmen around him.
For this young man who was obviously different from them, most of the Wushan clan members showed good-natured pity. Their eyes focused on Su Ming until he stood under the statue.
Su Ming took a deep breath, glanced at his grandfather who was looking at him not far away, and closed his eyes. The moment his eyes closed, he felt an indescribable force covering his whole body, as if melting into the mud, and opened his eyes. When he opened his eyes, everything around him had completely changed.
This is not the Wushan tribe, but a small space, surrounded by darkness, except for a black statue floating in front of it, emitting a red light.
The statue looked exactly like the one he saw outside, exuding a barbaric and primitive atmosphere.
Looking at the statue, Su Ming was silent for a moment and bowed deeply to the statue.
After bowing for a long time, Su Ming showed bitterness on his face. He knew that if he had a barbarian body, he could make the barbarian statue emit red light with just one bow. But everything at the moment was the same as nine years ago. .
"I can't become a barbarian in this life..." Su Ming bit his lower lip, sighed, and turned around to leave.
But at the moment when he turned around, his whole body was shocked suddenly, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the pretty figure, and was stunned for a while!
At the same time, he saw the fragment on his chest that he had ignored emitting a dazzling light...
(End of this chapter)