Princess Against the World

The altar was three meters high. She sat in the middle, with the God of the Tower in front of her, but she didn't look upright at all.

"Why do I feel...that this person is so evil?"

In the chaotic realm, Dingmiao frowned and looked at Ling Luoyu thoughtfully.

"Why is she related to the pagoda god?" Ling Luoyu thought of the key point: "Didn't you say that this pagoda god is the shrine of your Miao family? What does this fisherman woman mean when she sits up there..."

At this time, the fisherman's wife had her hair spread out, wearing a red dress, and she also had a small goatee.

No matter how you look at it, it looks weird.

Dingmiao shook his head: "Anyway, I don't like this person. He is too evil and has no integrity..."

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned to the people beside the altar:

Those people stood side by side, lined up on one side of the altar.

The leader was an old man with navy blue robes and white hair. His eyes were bright and wanton, but he also had a hint of cunning and calculation.

Beside him, there were five men standing according to their age.

The youngest one is about the same age as them, probably around twenty years old.

Different from the others, the young one looked around, his eyes wandering, and he seemed to be completely dismissive of the matter of worshiping the tower god.

The man next to him poked him, and then he looked away, stood up angrily, and looked at the old fish impatiently.

At this time, the old fish was holding an incense candle and doing a prayer dance.

Needless to say, this old man looks ugly and wretched, but when he dances, he is very disciplined and has a certain softness and toughness.

Ling Luoyu thought of something and looked at Dingmiao: "Have you seen this kind of dance?"

"No," Dingmiao responded, and immediately met her eyes with understanding: "Miss Ling, what do you mean? You don't want to ask me if I can dance like this, do you?"

"Almost...because I thought this was the sacrificial dance used by your Miao family!"

"...What kind of sacrificial dance does our Miao family use?" Dingmiao was speechless.

"The God of the Tower belongs to your family, and he dances like this... Naturally, I wonder if it is passed down from your family!"

"Our Miao family only has a shrine, no pagoda god, and we don't know what this thing is about!" Dingmiao looked wrong.

It sounds like the Miao family is also like this.

Ling Luoyu glanced sideways: "I'm asking you because I'm curious about what's going on with that fisherman woman. Why does she go to such a place to sit down like a Bodhisattva?"

"...That, I really don't know, but it's probably just one of the whole rituals. It shouldn't have any special meaning!"

This kind of thing is just for fun. Do you really expect those few dances to have any effect? ?

Ling Luoyu's eyes were dark: "Maybe it's not as simple as a ceremony!"

"If it's not a ceremony, what else could it be?" Dingmiao looked at the fisherman in confusion.

"I don't know, I can't explain it, it's just a feeling!"

Ling Luoyu is just an intuition!

I intuitively felt that sitting in such a place on such an occasion would not be just a sense of ritual.

But what exactly it meant, she couldn't tell.

"Maybe... I really think too much!"

Outside, Lao Yu’s great jump has ended.

He walked to the altar, inserted the burning incense candle into the incense cauldron, and kowtowed three times again.

"The ceremony is over!"

The old man who hosted the establishment of the mountain had a hoarse voice and trailed off as he stepped forward to pick up the old fish.