At this moment, the silver lines between the eyebrows have fully blossomed, and the calm face with a faint smile is so beautiful that it is more beautiful than it was when it was closed.
All the people under the altar knelt on the ground, their foreheads touched their palms, lowered their proud heads, murmured words in their mouths, and their voices were very low. However, the voices of more than 2000 people were combined into one stream. After the echo response of the basin surrounded by mountains, the voice was strangely integrated into the drum point, like singing.
The strength has been completely exhausted, and the left left movement has slowed down a lot, but no one saw it, because no one looked up at this time.
The cold sweat soaked the lining and made her pale, which set off the blooming flowers more beautiful. Her long hair danced in a beautiful arc when she turned, but none of it entangled her. She listened as if she were alive.
The dance of inviting gods has come to an end, but like countless times in the past, there is still no miracle coming. Every sacrifice is hope, then disappointment, and then despair. Are they really abandoned by the gods? What did they do wrong? Who has ever been disrespectful to God? But their loyalty to God has never changed, whether in distress or in prosperity. Why on earth?
"Where is this.
Others couldn't believe that they looked into the empty space. There was only sound. They didn't see anyone, but it was good if there was sound.
Of course, they can't see people. The altar is not generally high, and it's hard to see the platform from below, especially the person who landed first in the posture of falling.
The drumbeats were a little confused, and the singing voice was completely broken. Only Zuo Zuo continued to dance without any influence, and closed his eyes. He did not know that there was another person on her altar at this time. No, there was another god.
"I'm asking you something." The displeasure in his voice was even worse. Samba was too worried to know what to do. It wasn't that he didn't want to answer for him, but that they were all suppressed by divine power and couldn't speak. It was obvious that God had asked Zola to answer his questions.
Looking at Zuozuola who was still dancing, Samba felt that his mouth was bitter, but he could not find any reason to blame her. He could not say that she was too devoted to sacrifice. If it was wrong, he did not know what was right.
Zuo Zuo didn't open her eyes until the end of the last action dance, and her body fell down limply. If it had been changed, Samba would have taken her back in person. But now, what she has to face is a god who just woke up from sleep and came here inexplicably.
"Are you God?" The voice was weak, but it could not hide the interrogative meaning in the words.
At this time, people under the altar wished they could take the place of Zuo Zola. Finally, they had some hope, and could not provoke the gods again!
"I am, why did you invite me here?" As a god, even if all the forces were sealed because of crossing the border, the divine mind was still there, and the smart mind was still there, and soon the matter was figured out.
Unexpectedly, there is a god. Exhausted left and left, she pulled the corners of her mouth, too. She can pass through. It is normal to have gods, ghosts and demons.
"Mogan Tribe has finally arrived at you with thousands of devotions."
God wondered, "Why did they wait for me?"
The left left eye was angry. The Mogan tribe had been waiting for him for so many years. He was taught by the peaceful world why to wait for him. Although there was no real freedom and democracy, the soul of the later generation who was extremely free in spirit was angry. The irreverent words rushed out, "Are you suffering from amnesia? The tribes that once visited can also forget, and lose."
The scolded God did not look angry at all. He seemed to be facing an unreasonable child, "I fell asleep, well, it should be 800 years, and I didn't let anyone wait for me. Moreover," God looked at Zuo Zuo blankly, "Is the person who is used to dependence a waste after losing dependence?"
Very good, very sharp. The left left is the Mogan tribe, which is not worth it. They have believed in such gods for thousands of years. They have been depressed for eight hundred years because they lost his favor. They originally thought that something had angered the gods, left all the glory and power behind, and cowered in the mountains and forests. But they didn't think that people just went to sleep, not to say abandoned, not to mention forgotten, This makes the people of Mogan Tribe feel embarrassed.
People who were worried about Zuo Zuo's words were a little confused. They abandoned too many things for God's favor, and even people who disagreed with them. Is it really worth it?
Everyone was silent. Since the gods all said so, let Zuozola go. Today's Zuozola is very brave. If they were not able to question the gods, it would be like Zuozola venting the anger of all the people in the tribe, because other people's fear of God has gone to the bone. They still hope that God just forgot them for a while. Look, How humble.
"Well, you can go back, and I won't invite you again. Mogan Tribe no longer needs you. You can take a good look at the place where God stays to see if the people of Mogan Tribe are rubbish."
The god stood up calmly. His handsome face, slender figure, and clothes with flowing clothes made Zuo Zuo admit that he was a good-looking man even if he hated him to death. He didn't know how to describe him as good-looking. It seemed that every part was so well grown. No more, no less.
The spiteful rolled his eyes. At this time, he was also a philanderer. What's good about a man who only looks but has no heart? What's wrong with God? God without heart is more terrible.
"I can't go back." God calmly dropped a sentence, without panic, no blame, no all negative emotions, just plain telling a truth.
Left and left, his mouth curled, and he made no secret of his gloating. "That's really good news."
"It's not good news." The god retorted, as if to state, "I can't go back."
The altar is really hard. Zuo Zuo feels stiff after lying down for so long. Since this god is unwilling to care for the Mogan tribe, then she will have nothing to do with it. Where does she love to go, she can't go back... It's not her business, isn't God omnipotent? Since it is omnipotent, there will always be solutions. Besides, she doesn't think she can solve the problems that God can't solve. Otherwise, how could she be a poor human and a god?
Zuozuo ignored him and turned his head and shouted, "Uncle Samba, send me back."
Samba wanted to, but he couldn't move. He couldn't even talk.
Zuo Zuo, who did not receive a response, was strange. He immediately understood what the problem was. He had to look back and stand up again, looking down at her god from a high position. "What have you done to them? Even if you don't take them seriously, Mogan tribe has believed in you for thousands of years. Even if you don't have the heart, you shouldn't embarrass them again."
PS: Please don't think that the female leader is brainless. Even if an atheist really faces God, he will still be in awe, but he will never be like those who pray for God and worship Buddha every day, not to mention that the female leader was once a clinician. The female leader is not really a member of the Mogan tribe. She is a soul from the earth, where the gods and Buddhas are just legends. She is more curious about the gods, just like facing an unknown creature, wondering what their food, drink, and salad are like, and how long they have a life span. Doesn't it need to change a lot of partners? After all, who can face the same face for thousands of years, even though they are not old.
The ghost even thought obscenely that those gods have infinite power. Isn't it invincible in the bed?! Oh, dear, please ignore the shameless ghost.
In short, this is to explain that you don't want to be slapped. No one has really faced God, so you can imagine limitlessly. You should see the performance of the female leader in these chapters from an atheist's corner.