"Where are we going?" Qingsu asked softly.

"This tower in the middle," Li Ping'an said, "There seems to be some kind of ceremony going on here. There are several priestesses inside wearing very gorgeous clothes."

Qing Su didn't know why, so she and Li Ping'an landed in the middle tower together and looked out the window towards the top floor.

Four large fire basins were surging with firelight, illuminating everywhere.

More than a dozen shamans wearing ghost masks and "tattered" long skirts were jumping around a piece of live coals in the center, making various beating sounds from the various magical instruments in their hands.

Li Ping'an and Qing Su noticed weak spiritual power fluctuations.

After a while, six barefoot girls in long skirts walked out of the corner. They danced while walking, and their dancing postures were a bit weird. For Li Pingan to comment, they looked like six big white onions swinging back and forth in the wind.

The six female priests stepped onto the charcoal pile with bare feet, and their bodies swayed even faster.

Li Ping'an smiled and said: "This floor is really hot for your feet."

"What are they doing?"

"It should be some kind of purification ceremony," Li Ping'an said, "I just used my immortal knowledge to search the memories of several old wizards. Master, look, one of the next generation of great wizards will be born among these six women."

Qingsu asked: "Do we want to control them?"

"Well, this is the simplest and most direct way. There are a total of nine great witch rituals in the Shang Kingdom, all in this royal capital. The great witch rituals seem to be able to communicate with high-level gods and listen to the gods' will.

"They communicate with the gods by inviting the gods to come to their bodies. We have seen this before."

Li Pingan explained:

"Let's wait and directly control the next generation of the Great Witch Festival."

"How to select for the Great Witch Festival?"

"It's just to see who can stand on the charcoal the longest," Li Ping'an raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, "those with thicker feet have an advantage."

Qingsu:……

After a while, the soles of the six girls' feet were already covered in scars. Two girls were the first to jump out of the charcoal range and were immediately dragged away by the wizard who was jumping around in circles.

The remaining four girls still persisted on the hot coals.

Qing Su couldn't bear it in her eyes, but she didn't take any action without permission. She just listened and waited for Li Ping'an's order.

Two more girls withdrew from the competition one after another, leaving only two girls who gritted their teeth and persisted. Both of them had varying degrees of burns on their feet, and the frequency of their arms and bodies swinging became slower and slower.

The surrounding shaman priests were beating more cheerfully.

Finally, one of the two girls fainted first and was quickly carried away by the shaman priests, leaving only one girl who could hold on for two more breaths.

The witch priests shouted, and the girl walked forward with some difficulty out of the area covered with charcoal, leaving two bloody footprints on the stone slab, and staggered forward.

The shaman priests swarmed up, lifted the girl up, and began to shout:

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Qingsu couldn't help but tilt her head.

Li Ping'an looked stunned, remembering something.

Hao should be the surname of this girl. In the history of his hometown, there was a very powerful female general named Fu Hao in the Shang Kingdom. Should Fu be some kind of honorific?

Li Ping'an has not done any research and can only make rough guesses.

'Strange, why do so many places in Nanzhou and my hometown match up? The only thing that doesn't match up is probably the population.'

The girl with the best surname was carefully placed on a stone slab, and the witches began to dance around her.

Li Ping'an sent a message to Qing Su: "Master, wait a moment, I will come back as soon as I go."

Then he simply made a seal, turned into a mosquito and floated into the window, quietly landing in the girl's long hair.

The witch priests did not treat the girl's wounds, but danced for a while before bowing their heads and dispersing, leaving her to quietly listen to the gods' will on the stone slab.

The mosquito that Li Pingan turned into came close to the girl's neck, lowered his head and bit her.

The girl's eyelids swayed slightly and she fell into a deep dream.

…

I really don’t want to be a priest.

She even wanted to be like her father, riding a ferocious beast to conquer the ghosts and pacify Beihai.

But her mother, who was a shaman priest, said that she was born to be a person who listens to the will of the gods, and convinced her father to send her here and wait for a year and eight months.

During this period, she was unhappy every day. Every day she had to learn how to kneel down, how to chant, and how to jump around wearing a mask.

Hao Xiaonian felt like an angry Zhu Zhu.

Now, she has passed the final test and is about to become the ninth greatest shaman in the capital, and is ready to dedicate her body and mind to the gods.

This is also what Hao Xiaonian dislikes most about the witch festival.

The Great Witch Sacrifice must be a pure divine body, otherwise it will attract punishment from the gods.

Except for the Grand Shaman Festival, ordinary Shaman Festivals involve both men and women, and they should remain pure. However, if you think about it, you will know that many Shaman Festivals will form partners in private, and the gods will not care about them.

Even Hao Xiaonian has heard that gods will take the initiative to possess them, allowing male and female witches to unite with each other.

Now that she has become a great shaman, there is probably no chance of her marrying a man in this life.

'Strange, shouldn't I be in a coma? Why can I still think so much?'

She thought about it and fluttered her eyelashes slightly, trying to wake herself up, but as soon as she had the thought of 'opening her eyes', she found herself in a dark world.

She was suddenly startled.

Everywhere you look is a scene of doom.

An endless curtain of skyfire appeared in the sky, meteorites continued to fall to the ground, the earth shook violently, rift valleys swallowed up towns, huge tsunamis swept in from the south, and volcanoes billowed with thick smoke.

This...this is...

"well."

A sigh came from behind Hao Xiaonian.

She subconsciously turned her head and saw an old man wearing a white robe with a kind face.

It seems like……

God King?

This is exactly the same as the portrait hanging in the top tower!

And this ‘God King’ slowly spoke:

"Young man, the end of this world is coming, and you are my chosen savior."

Xiao Nian was slightly startled.

Li Ping'an, who was pretending to be the 'God King', was also startled.

Where has he experienced this routine before?
Chapter completed!