Mingshan felt bitter in his heart, and said, "You know, Qianshou is seriously ill, and the tribe has not been listening to God for a long time. The winter is over, and a new year has begun. This year's God is up to you."

A light flashed across Alan's eyes.

"But Lord Mingshan, in the tribe, only great sacrifices have always been worthy of being a god for the entire tribe. I'm not a great sacrifice yet, how can I surpass Master Qianshou?"

Mingshan couldn't hear the threat in her words, and his teeth itch all of a sudden.

But he couldn't find a good way for a while.

Qianshou was still ill and did not die. She worked hard for the tribe and should be respected by everyone. It is very disrespectful to her to suddenly announce the candidate for the new Grand Priest at such a time.

However, the tribe's heaven listened to the great sacrifice, which has always been the rule, and Alanti's request is also reasonable.

Mingshan was very upset: "Qianhou is sick, don't you know?"

Alan said firmly: "Rules are rules, Lord Mingshan, you told Yunye many times when he wanted to marry a wife!"

Mingshan walked away in despair.

That night, Ming Shan sat quietly beside the seriously ill Qianshou's bed.

This is the room where they slept, but since Qianshou became ill, he let others take care of Qianshou, and moved out of here himself, saying that he would not disturb the patient.

The children were old and no longer lived with him, so Mingshan returned to Qianshou's room and thought quietly.

Until now, he has only a little bit of understanding of Yunye's decision.

It was he who did it wrong.

Qianshou slowly opened his eyes.

Mingshan noticed, lowered his head and asked her, "How are you feeling today?"

A hint of surprise flashed in Qianshou's eyes, and said weakly, "It's okay."

In fact, it's not very good. She feels that her life is slowly passing, she can't eat anything, she is lethargic all day long, and she is just messing around day by day.

Mingshan helped her up, gave her water, and when Qianshou's lips were wet, she heard her say, "Why are you... suddenly here."

"...I have something I want to ask you." Mingshan hesitated for a while and said, "Forget it today."

In Qianshou's words, there is a layer of meaning, that he never comes to see her when he has nothing to do.

Although what he said was correct, Mingshan still felt a guilty conscience.

"Come on." Qianshou said in annoyance, "It's not like a man who is hesitating."

"..."

Mingshan took a few deep breaths and told Qianshou what Alan asked, and Qianshou smiled sarcastically after listening.

"It's can't wait for me to die."

"Thousands of hands!" Mingshan was startled and interrupted her.

Qianshou coughed for a while, and the thin, bony arm could clearly see the blue blood vessels. She was indeed terminally ill.

Mingshan was a little sad.

Qianshou finally eased his breathing: "You are a person, you should not be hard when your heart should be hard, and not soft when you should be soft." Qianshou said: "As of now, Alan is destined to be the next sacrifice, why should he offend her for me? "

Mingshan wanted to refute something, but Qianshou interrupted him: "It's not just the name of a big sacrifice. If you are afraid that others will think you are ruthless, tell the outside world that I gave her the seat on my own initiative.

"...But you obviously didn't say it."

"Is that important?" Qianshou stared at him for a while, the ice in his eyes softening.

"You are really a bad person. I hate such people the most."

The next day, Mingshan went to Alan and told her the tribe's decision.

"Qianshou said yesterday that his body is dying, and for the development of the tribe, he decided to appoint you as a great sacrifice." Mingshan's expression was indifferent, and he didn't joke with her as usual: "The first one will be heard, and I will do it tomorrow. Announce your succession to all before you do. Any questions?"

"...No, no more." Alan tried his best to smile.

Is the leader... dissatisfied with her?

"Since there is no problem, you can prepare."

After Mingshan finished speaking, he left.

After Alan left in Mingshan, he slammed the cup in his hand on the ground, and the good wooden cup abruptly smashed a crack.

She regretted it.

Mingshan is the leader in the end. Whether he can be a big sacrifice depends on his face. How can he use his ability to blackmail him? I'm so impatient!

Alan bit his fingers and smiled again after a while.

"...But even if he was angry, he still asked me to do a big sacrifice. This shows that he can't do anything, and he still has to rely on me."

Alan snorted and thought, Mingshan is in her forties and old, and the Yanbei will be the world for her to use her fists...

The first day of the Yanbei listens to it every year, and it is very grand.

Different from Rong Yue's joking cheating method, the real sacrifice is a very serious and serious matter.

In the early morning, in the empty salt field, the high sacrificial altar has been set up.

Alan was wearing a red and white robe with intricate patterns, long sleeves and hem, which floated in the wind, very beautiful.

Her face was also painted with red patterns with flower juice, wearing a high hair ornament, and she walked up to the sacrificial altar step by step.

The little boy who was in charge of dusting was washed clean, decorated with red and white patterns, and sat beside the table.

There is a stone plate on the table, and the ash and stone cover are packed in several beautiful wooden boxes with carved patterns.

Drink water, clean your hands, and chant the words of prayer for revelation from God.

Regular pace, devout prayers, solemn and solemn scenes, no one speaks.

The first divination held every year in the salt department is like this, and there has never been a mistake or a particularly bad result.

There were younger boys and girls who yawned quietly, thinking that the meeting would be dismissed later, and they had to dig salt mines to exchange food. The food was almost exhausted in winter...

"Ferocious, fierce!"

There was a sudden uproar in the crowd. Some people had just lost their minds and kept asking, "What?"