mijobooks Chapter 375
Chapter 375
Chapter 375 Tender Sacrifice
“Do the pygmies make you scared?” An old voice came from the crowd, killing like a wind deep in the woods.
Daniel was shocked, knowing that the visitor was not good, a smile on his fat face: “I, Daniel, is a good friend of the Son of the Forest, how can I be afraid? May I ask which elder is here, please show up and talk.”
Pygmies are not a race, but generally refer to a race in which the average height of all adult men of the whole race is less than 150 cm. These races first appeared in the Late Stone Age. They were residents of tropical rain forests in Central Africa. They depended on hunting-gatherers for their livelihoods and complemented the forests. They called themselves “sons of the forest.”
People in the past didn’t understand why they were so small, they always regarded them as alien races, and some even thought they were elves.
Later studies found that the very low UV levels in tropical rainforests are the cause of the short stature of the Pygmies, because UV rays are necessary for the skin to produce vitamin D, and vitamin D also affects the body’s absorption of calcium. This affects the growth and maintenance of bones.
Pygmies come and go like wind in the forest, and because they have been with wild beasts all the year round, most of them are cruel by nature. Most people turn around and run away when they meet them in the forest.
Daniel is not too scared. He has been dealing with various tribes in the forest for more than ten years, and both sides need each other.
Because it was getting late and the speaker was hiding in the crowd, Daniel was not sure what important task of the Pygmies was the old voice, and he didn’t dare to make any mistakes.
“I’ve heard of Daniel Hippo’s fame for a long time. I met today and it really deserves its reputation. It is round and round like a female hippopotamus in the Ivando River.” The old voice continued to hide in the crowd, mocking Daniel, causing the crowd to laugh and laugh.
Daniel did not change his face, but still smiled: “I met with the priest of the Fang tribe here today. I never thought I would meet the son of the forest…”
“It’s not an encounter! I’ve been waiting for you for a long time here.” The old voice interrupted Daniel, “The pasqueflower of the Fang clan has already given me the sacrifice.”
Daniel sank inwardly and cried out that it was bad.
No one knows how many tribes there are in this vast forest. The tribes have been entangled for many years. Pygmies are one of the large ethnic groups. Because of their similar appearance and similar living habits, they have always united against another big ethnic group.
The Fang ethnic group is a branch of the Bantu people, and it is unknown how many years ago they entered the Congo River Basin. Their way of life is very different from that of the Pygmies, their language differences are even greater, and the two ethnic groups have always been tit-for-tat.
The old voice said that the pulsatilla was the priest of the local tribe, and it was also the Nganga originally planned for this sacrifice ceremony.
“The elder joked. The pasque-headed priest has always believed in his words, and he agreed with me here. How could he suddenly give you the sacrifice?” Daniel laughed, “Unless he tells me personally, otherwise this sacrifice me I can’t give it to you even if I throw it into the Ivando River and feed the crocodile.”
“Then let him tell you in person!” The old voice smiled strangely, “Give it to him!”
A short pygmie opened his hand, reached in and took out a chubby thing, and threw it to Daniel.
Daniel hurriedly caught it, hugged it in his arms, and looked intently.
But I saw a bald head, white curls, hollow eyes, lip flares, and missing teeth.
Daniel’s legs were weak and his hands were weak, but he knew that he could not throw it on the ground. This was the rule of the sacrificial ritual-the pasque-flower priest of the Fang tribe had been sacrificed as a sacrifice!
“The son of the forest is the master of this forest!” The old voice was full of majesty, “The Fang clan is just a parasite, a destroyer! The pasque-headed man knew that there was not much time, and took the initiative to sacrifice himself to make atonement for his clan! Daniel , Do you want him to tell you in person?”
Daniel has broken his guts, respectfully holding the head of the pasqueflower priest, his lips trembling: “Please be merciful to the elders, and present the two living sacrifices to the elders!”
“Wrong!” The old voice didn’t seem to appreciate it, “It’s not for me, it’s for God Buwiti!”
Daniel did not dare to say a word, bowed his head obediently.
The Pygmies and the Fang tribe fight endlessly, but they can agree to the outside world, mainly because they have a common traditional belief-Buwiti.
In the virgin forest of Gabon, there is a very humble shrub called Ibog, which blooms with pink and white flowers and bears fruit that has no taste and has no nutritional value.
However, the inhabitants of the forest developed the traditional religion Buwiti based on the bark of the shrub. Buwiti means “Otherworld Woody Medicine”, or “summoning existence”. People who believe in Buwiti eat the bark of Iborg, producing hallucinations that last for dozens of hours.
People living in the forest believe that people get sick because of evil wizards. As long as they believe in Buwiti and consume Ibog bark, they can be rescued. They developed a complex set of rituals for this purpose, and the people in charge of this ritual were all respected elderly people in the ethnic group, and were called Nganga.
It is very sacred that Nganga presides over the ceremony, and it is absolutely not allowed to be desecrated by outsiders. As one of the core sacrifices of the ceremony, naturally it is also very particular.
This is also the reason why although Daniel was ready to move along the way, he only dared to wipe the oil in Lyudmila.
Lyudmila was lying on the grass, feeling a bug crawling on her feet and hands, but could not move.
She heard Daniel talking to someone, but didn’t understand the meaning. The old voice and what Daniel said were dialects from the forest, and Lyudmila naturally couldn’t understand it.
It’s just that Lyudmila spoke to Lan Xin. From the change in Daniel’s tone, he felt that things had gotten worse, and he was out of Daniel’s control.
She didn’t dare to speak, and didn’t know what to say, so she could only turn her head, endure the mosquito bites on her hands and feet, silently looking at Chen Ling who was motionless.
“These two foreign races look good.” The owner of the old voice didn’t know where he was hiding, but he could see Chen Ling and Liudmila clearly.
Daniel struck hard and said with a flattering smile: “This is what we carefully selected in Libeauville. It was hard to get here.”
“Why is that man motionless? Is he still alive?”
“Alive. This body is very good, and I have been struggling to resist. I gave him drugs to make him fall asleep.” Daniel touched his nose. It is estimated that the bridge of the nose was broken by Chen Ling, and he still has a dull pain.
The old voice said, “Very good! I hope he can wake up during the ceremony. Don’t worry, Daniel, I will give you what the Pulsatilla promises you.”
When he finally heard something he wanted to hear, Daniel’s knees softened and he almost fell to his knees: “Thank you elder! I don’t know when the ceremony will be held?”
“Everything is ready, I only owe sacrifices. Today is when the Miyako Falls is full, and the power of the true god Buwiti is fulfilled. It is a good time to sacrifice.” The old voice suddenly appeared beside Daniel, which turned out to be one by one. The skinny old man about 100 meters walked out of the crowd with a cane. If he didn’t look closely at the night with wide eyes, he wouldn’t be able to find it at all.
Lyudmila heard the sound approaching, turned her head to look, and was startled by the skinny old man: “Who are you?”
The skinny old man stretched out his palm, about the same size as the toddler’s, only skinny and rough skin. The palm of his hand brushed gently on Lyudmila’s face: “Tender!” A word of French popped out of the skinny old man’s mouth. This was his evaluation of Lyudmila, and he deliberately wanted Lyudmila to understand.
Lyudmila felt a tingling pain on her face and lost her face in shock, thinking that her face was broken: “What are you going to do?”
The skinny old man ignored the inspected sacrifice, and brushed his palm on Chen Ling’s face: “Strong!”
Daniel was very uncomfortable just seeing the skinny old man. He reacted at this moment and said, “Elder, shall we begin?”
The thin old man raised his arm like a dead branch: “Go to the waterfall!”
A group of pygmies swarmed up and lifted the soft and motionless Chen Ling and the screaming Lyudmila, and went upstream in a neat rhythm.