Chapter 385: . Throwing your head and throwing dog blood [1]

Dragon Tombs: Throwing heads and throwing dog blood [1]
"Sue girl, do you mean that we are going to hold a sacrifice?" Hu Zannan asked suspiciously. 【】
Su Yumian nodded and pointed to a box of six ritual utensils on the edge of the altar, saying, "Do you still remember that in the mural painting, after the sacrifice, King Miao was able to communicate with the owner of the tomb and reach a conclusion If we wish, we should also give it a try. However, I only saw a little in the book about the sacrificial methods of the ancient Miao people. The six rituals in this box correspond to the six white jade tables above the altar. Just put these rituals on the table where they should be placed. "
Speaking of which, Su Yumian hesitated and turned to ask Feng Sai, "Sat, do you remember when we first entered the tomb, the murals at the door? These are the portraits of women dancing? Ritual actions. Think about it now, and you will need those later. "
Feng Sai shook his head in embarrassment: "Sister Su, I can help you with anything else. I can't help you with this busy. Even if someone remembers, I probably need to learn for a long time. And, this sacrifice can't be wrong."
Of course, there was nothing wrong with it, Su Yulin looked at her helplessly, circling around the altar anxiously.
"I said, Su Yumian, will you sacrifice the ritual? It's not as good as you go up and try, our time can't be wasted." Rong Hua said with a smile.
Hu Zannan immediately slapped and slaps, saying, "Yes, hurry up, Su girl, go up and rub it. Come on, this suit is for you--"
Su Yumian coughed next to her, and Hu Zuonan immediately shut up and said nothing. Su Yumian thought about finally grabbing all the clothes and masks on the ground.
Looking up at the Emperor Lin's side, Su Danu was restless and abnormal, but there was no other way.
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When Su Yuxun came out again, she meditation: no one can see me, no one can see me!
In fact, although it is a skirt, it is not exposed. The bright long skirt has been dragged to the feet, white top, dark long sleeves. It's a rare charm to wear on Su Yuwu, making people think that this dress should be her illusion.
Everyone around couldn't help but sigh, this girl didn't know who could marry such a beautiful beauty in the end.
Su Yudan walked to the edge of the altar and took a breath, silently chanting: Cangbi Litian, Huang Cong Lidi, Qinggui Lidong, Chizhang Linan, Baihu Lixi West, Xuanhuang Lili North.
Silently ignoring the sequence, he distinguished the rituals in the box one by one again. Su Yuwu put on the grimace mask he had been holding.
In an instant, people felt that the soft breath of the person standing on the edge of the altar was gone, and the still figure was a little sacred. The people in the hall were silent consciously, even breathing slowly.
Su Yudan held down the altar with one hand and jumped up. People saw that she had no shoes on her feet, and her bare jade feet were particularly attractive. Moreover, the clothes did not have any thickness even from the head bag to the feet. In this cold and trembling underground, you can imagine Su Danwu's current feelings. People could not help but have some sympathy and admiration, at least Su Yumiao's movements did not tremble at all.
Su Yumian was attentive, and tried to recall the movement on the black leather notebook. At first glance, she saw that the movement was exactly the same as the mural in the tomb, but it was more detailed.
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