As far as the eye can see, there is a piece of ocher-red land, with cracked lines like the veins on the back of an old man's hand, extending to a huge earth platform not far away. The earthen platform was covered with a dark brown felt blanket, and the edge of the carpet was decorated with shiny animal teeth. A dozen blue-black wooden pillars, which could be hugged by one person, stood around the earthen platform. The pillars were engraved with twisted patterns, which looked like some kind of writing, but also like struggling beasts. There was a dark red strip of cloth wrapped around the top of the wooden pillar. When the wind blew, the strip of cloth floated up, revealing... Helian Galen's pupils shrank suddenly. It was dried animal bones, and you could even see the muscles that had not been cleaned on the bones.
In the center of the earth platform, a man wearing a burlap robe and a feather crown was kneeling on one knee, holding a bronze knife in both hands. The blade shone with a cold light, and the liquid on the blade dripped down the tip and into the stone trough at the foot. A small half of the dark red color had accumulated in the stone trough - it was blood, fresh, and still steaming. Beside the stone trough, there lay a black pig with its neck cut open, its limbs still twitching slightly.
"Master Wu Zhu, the 'Sun Welcoming Festival' has reached the 'sacrifice' stage. Do you want to ask the 'Zhenren' to ask God's will?" A middle-aged man who was relatively neatly dressed and had an animal skin belt tied around his waist took a step forward. His voice was low, with a certain kind of deliberately suppressed awe.
The man with the feather crown, known as "Wizhu" did not answer immediately, but slowly raised his head. Helen Galen borrowed the sky
