"Wu... Sha~~"
Priest stared silently for a long time, as if to engrave the scene of tree burial in his mind, and integrate it into the possible future sacrificial rites, to resonate with the spirits of these Forest Sea Tribes. At this moment, a low wind chant arose in the old forest, like a domain of the deceased, narrating a dusk solidified after death. But soon, the joyful shout of Wudou Wen suddenly rose, calling the souls of kin.
"Look! My Grandpa Mafa's grave... that corpse dressed in rags!... Do you see? There's a reflection on his chest, something shining... Look from here! Do you see? It's right under the torn beast skin!... Huh! It seems there's not just one reflection, but two? How could there be two?..."
Wudou Wen scratched his head in confusion. But soon, a simple smile appeared on his face, and he spoke to the three people under the tree.
"Wait for me! I'll climb up the tree now and bring my grandpa down!"
"Wu Xiong! The tree is so tall, can you just climb it?"
