Chapter 41: lucky

The wild ran in the endless wilderness, and the flowing long hair moved with the wind. The surrounding scenery quickly passed by, and the car was silent.
The forest can see the green color in the distance, especially in the wilderness full of loess and limestone. However, "Wangshan Running Dead Horse" is not just talking. Although it looks like it is within reach, the wild ran for more than half an hour before stopping.
For half an hour, Shirley was keeping her mind behind closed doors. Carl looked at them with interest when they got in the car, and closed her eyes after a while.
There is only Quaker, this guy is particularly upright, his eyes have been turning around, the mouths are closed several times, obviously he wants to say something, and in the end he still says nothing. It was just that expression that looked uncomfortable.
Shanuo leaned on the man, his body was stiff at first. The man's "goodwill" could not be rejected, and his plan to keep away from him was a complete failure.
He didn't know what to say, he could only look at the endless wilderness outside the car, the endless wilderness, watching the constant scenery, his eyelids gradually became heavier.
It didn't take long for Shano to tilt his head and fall asleep on the man.
The man raised the corners of his lips and adjusted his posture to make him sleep more peacefully. At the same time, the stones on the road quickly disappeared.
The road became flat, and the car naturally no longer bumped, Shanno's breathing gradually became longer, and he fell asleep.
He had a short and weird dream.
In the dream, he stood in front of an ornately decorated door, and in front of him was empty, watching the darkness that was scary in his heart. There was a shadowy figure behind him, and he stood there silently watching him.
Shano could not see his face clearly, but felt that his figure was extremely familiar, as if he had seen it many times. But he was told that he could not tell who it was.
Just looking at the figure, he felt an unspeakable sadness in his heart.
The sky was gloomy and heavy clouds shrouded like a torrential rain. Several dark birds hovered low under the clouds, making rough, hoarse noises. Then they swarmed up and completely swallowed the figure.
"Yeah--" the bird's bark echoed in his ear.
Shanuo sat up sharply.
"What's wrong? Have a nightmare?"
The teenager's face was still frightened, his eyes were empty, and he could not find the focus for a moment.
His chest was undulating, and he subconsciously grabbed the man's horns and asked, "Are you all right?"
The man slowly held his hand and patted his back gently. The voice was low and gentle soothing: "I'm fine, don't be afraid, don't be afraid"
Although he didn't know what the boy dreamed, but looking at the look of the boy's terror, his heart suddenly shrank a bit, and an unspeakable taste came to his mind.
I can't help but appreciate the wonderful feeling that has never been experienced before. The only thing he wants now is not to let the teenager show such a helpless look.
Shannon looked at him blankly.
In fact, the moment he saw the man being swallowed by the crow, he was shocked. No wonder he felt familiar. Wasn't that figure exactly like Canland?
Even in dreams, the feelings of those who seem to have lost their vitality are still extremely clear.
So when I woke up, I saw a man again, and his first reaction was-is he all right?
Shano's emotions gradually calmed down, and he embarrassedly loosened the man's horns and lowered his head: "Sorry, I reacted too much."
He was still a little puzzled, saying that he had dreams day and night, and why he had such dreams?
And the bird that devoured him in the dream is exactly like his crow. Obviously the crow behaves very much like him in reality?
Shanuo couldn't figure out why, and he glanced subconsciously, only to find that there were only two of them in the car.
"Are you here?" He asked, raising his face, still fragile, his eyes hazy, like black pearls with light, looking very pitying.
"No, I haven't entered the mountain yet." The man shook his head, his hands didn't stop, still stroking the young man's back, "Before entering the forest, worship the holy tree and get its permission. Row."
"Then let's go down, don't let everyone wait." Shanuo took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes, trying to make his appearance look nothing strange.
He even made a joke: "You say I go on like this, will everyone think you bullied me?"
His voice was soft, with a little scratchy husky.
"It's very likely."
The man gently stroked his wet eyelashes, the teenager closed his eyes, the long eyelashes flapped the wings in general, and his fair face looked well-behaved and pure.
"Okay, so you can't see it."
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He took Shanor's hand out of the car, and the boy obediently followed him.
As soon as I got out of the car, the crow circling in the sky swooped down.
It didn't follow Shano to get on the car, but followed the car all the way, even faster than the wild beaver.
When Shannon appeared, it flew over immediately, trying to stop on the boy's shoulder.
The man was keenly aware that the moment he saw the crow, the teenager's body was obviously stiff for a moment, and even took a step back, as if trying to avoid it.
Dreams related to teenagers related to crows? The man guessed so, without asking.
After all, he managed to coax the teenager. What should I do if the teenager was sad again?
Better not ask.
Seeing them, Drow greeted him immediately: "You preside over the ceremony."
He said so, the three men waiting aside didn't show any dissatisfaction.
After all, there is a specialization in the art industry. At first, Shirley also agreed to bring Canran with him in consideration of the need for someone to worship the holy tree. Otherwise, she didn't want to bring a hindrance to see his unhealed appearance.
In fact, the ceremony is not difficult to say, and it is not simple to say, as long as the person in charge of the ceremony can communicate with the Holy Tree.
But only this one condition can wipe out countless people.
Regarding the communication with the Holy Tree, I don't know if it is an inherent skill of the village head, or if he can become the Village Head only if he can communicate with the Holy Tree. Anyway, when he was one of Nasuru's, besides the village chief, only Canran could do this, and he was also the heir to the village chief.
Hearing Drow's words, Shanuo took the initiative to release the man's hand, and the man stepped forward, stood in front of the holy tree, and put his hand on the tree.
The man closed his eyes as if he was intently communicating with the holy tree. Shanuo's attention was unconsciously put on the holy tree.
In fact, to be precise, this holy tree in front of them is actually just a body. The real holy tree grows on the top of a high mountain. The huge root system envelops the whole mountain. sense.
Although the sacred tree in front of him is only a split body, less than one tenth the size of the body, it also exudes a seemingly inviolable power, making it impossible to underestimate.
A gust of wind passed, and its green leaves swayed gently in the wind, making a rattling noise.
Xia Nuo had an illusion that he seemed to be greeting him for no reason, and was quickly denied by himself, and he couldn't help laughing: this idea was too outrageous?
It happened that Canland had communicated with the holy tree, saying, "The holy tree agreed to our entry into the forest. Now you can put your hands on the tree one by one as I just said. If the holy tree is loved, the holy tree will give it He has a blessing. "
"blessing?"
Shirley they immediately thought of it. Is this a prop?
The man raised his lips: "This blessing can protect the holy tree, reduce the possibility of encountering danger in the mountain forest, and possibly receive the gift of the holy tree."
Quaker's eyes lit up, and he heard the man add, "But the odds are very low, probably only about one percent."
One percent?
Everyone had different minds, but decided to give it a try.
Shirley naturally came first, then Carl, then Quaker. However, nothing happened after their hands were put on. It was clear that the lucky one was not between them.
Shanuo also had no hope for this. After all, he was a pure-blooded non-Chief, and he would never fall on his head when he encountered such a good thing of luck.
With this mentality, Shano stepped forward and put his hand on the tree.
The tree of the holy tree is very smooth and feels cold and cold. Shannoo quickly let go of her hand and turned to Shirley and they said, "Me, too" No.
Before the words fell, he saw everyone's surprised eyes. Following their eyes, Shannon turned his head and saw this wonderful scene.
A lot of flower buds immediately formed under the original layers of green leaves, then quickly bloomed, the petals overlapped again and again, and the bright colors smudged on them, making them beautiful.
And then, the flowers fell down and sprinkled on the ignorant teenager. The teenager's head, shoulders, and arms were full of bright flowers, and the nose was filled with the fragrance of flowers. Aroma.
Until the arms were full of flowers, Shannon was still unbelievable: This lucky man is actually me?
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