Traveling through ancient times: Savages are hungry for food

Chapter 265 The soul leaves the body

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Cang once again carried the remains of the Black Ice Wolf King onto the altar.

The enormous animal bone was incredibly heavy, weighing Cang down, his back hunched and his steps heavy. Veins bulged, beads of sweat covered his forehead. He walked with each labored step.

Then, Cang turned his back and faced the animal bones towards Wu.

At this moment, Wu Canglao's solemn words made Sang Tian shocked and confused.

"Sang, come up on stage..."

Wu's sudden call caused all the tribe members to turn and look at Sang Tian. Their expressions were identical to Sang Tian's.

Full of surprise and confusion

?

Why was she called on stage?

Such a grand sacrificial ceremony must be solemn and dignified.

Although she has significant authority and influence in Tianlang, she is not a person of great status in the tribe.

Could it be... because her contribution to Tianlang was so great?

Whatever the reason, she hadn't considered the time...

Sang Tian hesitated for only a moment before returning to her usual dignified and elegant demeanor.

He walked towards the altar with his head held high, neither humble nor arrogant, and with each step graceful and graceful.

……

After she left, Lan lowered her voice and murmured to Meng and Shan beside her: "It seems...Wu is really going to choose Sang!"

Meng smiled warmly and said, "Our witch has a sharp eye. This little female Sang is truly amazing. Apart from her, no one in our tribe is more suitable to be the next witch!"

Shan is usually taciturn, but at this moment he couldn't help but reply, "If Sang becomes the next generation of witch of Tianlang, Tianlang may really become a being like Dacheng..."

……

After Sang Tian walked to Wu's side, Wu did not tell her to do anything.

He simply handed his blue paint tray to Sang, and Sang Tian stood quietly by, holding the tray for Wu.

The witch dipped the thousand-year-old ginseng root into the paint held by Sang Tian, and then began to paint on the giant bone that Cang was carrying.

This was the first time that Sang Tian had seen Wu Hua's shocking picture of the black ice wolf pack at such a close distance.

Wu focused his movements, his movements smooth and silky, and his speed was extremely fast. He quickly outlined the outline of the Xuanbing Wolf Pack and began to add color to it.

If it seems so familiar, I must have drawn it thousands of times, and the details are deeply etched in my mind.

Soon, a picture of a majestic, menacing, intimidating and lifelike Xuanbing wolf pack was completed.

Especially the Black Ice Wolf King who stood in the most prominent position. Even if he just used dead objects to dip dead objects and then painted on dead objects, he made Sang Tian feel cold.

"Extend your right palm."

Sang Tian didn't understand why, but she did it anyway.

A white and slender hand stretched out in front of the witch.

The witch took out a bone knife engraved with the image of the Black Ice Wolf King, and quickly and forcefully made a shallow cut in the pair of white and rosy palms.

In an instant, bright red blood oozed out from the wound on the palm of his hand.

Wu extended his left hand again and cut a wound with the bone knife. Then, he placed his bleeding left palm on the bone. With his other hand, he grabbed Sang Tian's right wrist and pressed it against the bone.

The moment Sang Tian's blood-stained palm touched the animal bone.

Strange visions appeared.

Suddenly, a whirlwind arose, surrounding the three people on the altar. The whirlwind picked up all the fallen petals and circled around them.

It was like a series of colorful ribbons dancing in the air, and the scene was extremely spectacular.

But Sang Tian couldn't care less about admiring the beautiful scenery at this moment. The doubts and confusion in his heart only increased. What... was this doing?

Sang Tian saw some blue-black smoke twisting around the lifelike Black Ice Wolf King on the animal bones.

Then... then...

Sang Tian actually saw… the blue-black smoke slowly converge, gradually forming a Black Ice Wolf King that looked exactly like the one in the painting…

It was originally only in the animal bones, but it suddenly broke through the blockade of the animal bones and jumped into real life.

The Black Ice Wolf King—his soul left his body...

Sang Tian almost fainted. If Wu hadn't pulled Sang Tian back, she would have fallen...

isn't it...

This world is even more fantastical than a fantasy novel...

I saw a fist-sized wolf king's spirit, covered in stars and blue to black, circling and jumping on the animal bones around Qingling.