People on the grassland are generous, naturally straightforward, and have clear love and hate. So when Burigude heard what Wang Jingzhe said in the end, he was very dissatisfied. This was equivalent to blaspheming his faith.

"What you said is completely impossible. If these people have been trapped here for so long and experienced the reincarnation of their souls from generation to generation, I think no one can stand this long time. People will be crazy and cannot withstand this cycle of loneliness. Wanting to live forever is the hope of many people, but when you keep living for such a long time, it will be boring, so I think what you said is wrong, but she may be a little different."

Wang Jingzhe looked at Burigude, whose face was angry and his eyebrows were almost twisted together, and said lightly: "Sage Kong also has selfish times, and great men also do wrong things. There are countless gods in the sky, and not all good people are good people. In fact, you can equal these with people, and there is a saying that is, who can't stand the loneliness in the long years? It's the same for her. As for why these people can keep the loneliness in this long time, I think you have ignored one thing, that is, after the soul is reincarnated, you will forget the memories of the previous life. Every time you are born in a quasi-life, you are still a new life. Who can't stand the new life?"

Burigude frowned and said, "What are you relying on to doubt her?"

"Let's see, just like you said, just think I'm suspicious..."

Burigude opened his mouth, shook his head and sighed in confusion, said, and went out and left. Obviously, he would not accept Wang Jingzhe's words.

"Pa" Wang Jingzhe lit a cigarette and said to Xiaocao: "Be careful of that witch, she is not a good person."

"Don't you tell me directly?" Xiaocao asked.

Wang Jingzhe thought for a while and nodded, "She said that it was because of the miasma outside that they could not cross the woods, but I think this answer is a bit too simple. After many years, her shamanic prophet cannot untie this shamanic shamanism. That shamanism is too low-end, right? So, I think there must be other reasons that bind them and prevent them from leaving this area. She said that I was cursed by the gods, but I think that they were cursed..."

Burigude came to the altar again. He always had a suspicion about it. He had read many shamanic scriptures, some of which were isolated, and some of which were circulated in the past so long that no one could explain it clearly.

Shamans worship gods, worshipping mountains, worshiping fire, worshiping wind, rain, thunder, sun, moon, stars, and each worship has its own unique way and different altars, but in Burigude's memory, he has never seen the foot of the foot.

Burigude is not a stubborn person who is not stubborn. Although he was a little dissatisfied with Wang Jingzhe's blasphemy of the Great Prophet, he just refused to admit it and was still a little hesitant. He felt that the secret of this altar should be in the text of the stone tablet. It was a pity that the Tungus language system was very complicated. The Tungus word he could know was pitifully few, because most of the outside world had been lost.

I can't understand the words, but he can't learn to write the words by reading pictures. After all, children in third grades of elementary school can understand such things.

So Burigude found a picture under the stone tablet, and then he was shocked.

So, not long after Wang Jingzhe was there, he also came to the witch. The general meaning of his conversation with the other party was that we had already discussed it, so you can predict it for me and I will break the miasma for you.

Wang Jingzhe finally saw a moving expression on the witch's old face. This is really not easy. I don't know how many years of life live in this body. Can it change her expression?

This also shows that the other party has indeed waited for a long time to get out of this valley.

"You need to completely untie the miasma here. Just opening one passage like you did before will not work for us, because we can only get a little bit of miasma and will not be able to withstand the effects of miasma on the body, just like the corpses you saw before."

Wang Jingzhe frowned and said, "This is unlikely. The toxicity of miasma is not particularly strong. It takes a long time to inhale, and the concentration is very high to get infected with miasma. It is still okay to suck a little bit."

The witch shook her head and said, "I can't explain this to you, but it's true."

Wang Jingzhe thought about it and it seemed that this is true. People in this era have sucked too much car exhaust and various harmful gases, eaten too much gutter oil and toxic food, and have long had immune functions. People in the valley have lived in this non-toxic environment for many years. To be honest, their physique is actually very fragile.

"It can be done, but there are some troubles and may need to wait."

"I've been waiting for many years, can I still wait for this time?"

It is obvious that the witch said that she could wait for many years, but she was a little vain when she said that she could not wait for this time. After she finished speaking, she quickly walked out of the wooden house and said a few words to the Tungus people like a loud sound. No one could understand these ancient scales, Wang Jingzhe, Burigude and Xiaocao, but she could understand them from the faces of these people.

The old man stood up tremblingly, looking excited.

The man and the woman hugged each other with excitement.

The two children who had chased butterflies were also excited.

Wang Jingzhe's eyes twitched a few times, and Burigude frowned deeply.

Xiaocao muttered in a voice that he could only hear: "How come a five or six-year-old child understands everything?"

What is this called being proud of yourself?

Wang Jingzhe and the sage came down from the wooden house and walked towards the entrance they had just arrived. At this time, the passage opened by them had long been closed, and the miasma spread in the middle of the valley, filling the forest all day long.

Wang Jingzhe asked as he walked, "Before I unlock this miasma for you, I want to ask what you can predict for me?"

"You have been cursed by the gods"

"Well, you've already said this before."

The witch said, "When you were twenty-seven years old, a divine thunder would fall from the sky, your soul would fly away and not be reincarnated."

Wang Jingzhe's hands were pinched together nervously, and he looked at the other party deeply. Not to mention anything else, the other party's prophecy was really solid.

Originally, he would have been punished by God when he was thirty.

But because he lent Wu Mangong three years of life, thirty became twenty-seven.
Chapter completed!