The altar is three meters high. She sits in the center, with the tower **** in front, but she is not half righteous.

"How do I feel... Is this person so evil?"

In the chaotic environment, Dingmiao frowned and glanced at Ling Luoyu thoughtfully.

"Why is she related to the tower god?" Ling Luoyu thought of the key points: "Didn't this tower **** be the shrine of your Miao family? This fisher woman went up and sat... what do you mean?"

At this time, the fisherwoman, her hair spread out, and a red dress, happened to have a small goatee.

How do you look, how strange.

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

Ling Luoyu's eyes turned to the few people on the side of the altar:

The few people stood side by side, standing in rows on the side of the altar.

The leader is an old man with a navy blue robe to white hair, his eyes are dazzling, but he also has a cunning calculation.

Beside him, there are five men standing by their age.

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

Unlike a few others, the young one, with his gaze shifting, his eyes drifting away, seemed to be completely dismissive of the sacrifice to the tower god.

The man next to him poked him, and he withdrew his gaze, stood up anxiously, looking at the old fish impatiently.

At this time, the old fish, holding joss sticks in his hand, is dancing a prayer dance.

Don't say no, this old man looks awkward, but when he dances, he has a sharp eye and is quite soft and tough.

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

"No," Dingmiao replied, and immediately understood that she seemed to meet her gaze: "Miss Ling, what do you mean? I'm not asking if I can dance like this?"

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

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

"The tower **** belongs to your family, and he dances this kind of dance... I naturally think about whether it's passed down from your family!"

"Our Miao family only has shrines, no tower gods, and I don't know what this thing is about!" Dingmiao's expression was wrong.

It seems that their Miao family also danced like a great god's stick.

Ling Luoyu looked sideways: "I'm asking you, I'm curious about what happened to that fisher woman. How can she run to such a place to sit down like a Bodhisattva?"

"...That, I really don't know, but it's probably a kind of the whole ceremony, it shouldn't have any special meaning!"

This kind of thing, that is, watching the excitement, do you really expect those dances to jump down, and what effect does it really produce? ?

Ling Luoyu's eyes were faint: "Perhaps, it's not as simple as the ceremony!"

"It's not a ceremony, what else can it be?" Dingmiao looked at the fisherwoman without knowing it.

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

Ling Luoyu is just an intuition!

Intuitively, the fisher woman sitting in such a place on such an occasion is not just a sense of ritual.

But she couldn't tell what it meant.

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

Outside, Lao Yu's great jump has ended.

He walked to the altar, inserted the burning joss stick into the incense pot, and kowtows again.

"End of ceremony!"

The old man in charge of Kaishan had a hoarse voice, and dragged his tail forward to pick up the old fish.