Chapter 11 Ancestors Have Spirit

Bella pushed the middle-aged chief's wheelchair and walked deep into the reserve along the dirt road made by the Indians.

"Is it... something happened to me?"

She guessed that the middle-aged man might have seen something, but she was unaware of it and had no hunch.

Bella will save people at the airport, but naturally she is not willing to bring disasters to innocent Indian tribes. Her idea is very simple, and it can even be said to be naive. She wants to use this bridge of Indian tribes to see if she can get along Talk about the so-called 'Grim Reaper' who created the plane crash.

It's definitely not a game to let 'death' pay for his life, American law is not so awesome,

She guessed that the god of death might be the god of the ancient Mayans and Aztecs. Most of the current Indian tribes also have their own guardian gods, protection totems, etc. They don't beat their own people. If you have any questions, let me know. , talk about it, how nice it is.

"Indeed." The middle-aged chief was succinct, but did not discuss this topic in depth, but instead asked: "Bella, do you know the history of our Quileute tribe?"

I know you can turn into wolves!

The werewolves of the Quileute tribe are not the same as the werewolves in the traditional sense. They are human in normal times. After being stimulated by the breath of external vampires, their bloodlines are awakened and they can transform into giant wolves.

However, in wolf form it is a wolf, in human form it is a man, there is no black hair all over the body, a wolf head, and a state of walking upright.

According to Bella's guess, they are a bit like Druids in the game, with Transfiguration in their blood.

She pondered for a moment: "Well, Jacob said you have a glorious history and were originally a great tribe."

She chose to say it nicely, and no one could fault it.

The middle-aged chief couldn't help but chuckle a few times, no wonder his son was so fascinated, this girl was really good at talking.

Be polite, speak nicely, and the most important thing is to be beautiful...

He sighed secretly, and helped him if he could. After all, he was the daughter of an old friend and the object of his son's admiration.

His tone suddenly became solemn: "Your doom is not out of the way, some... some kind of force that cannot be explained by science is still watching you."

Bella's heart sank.

"I'm leaving here tonight, and I'll explain to Charlie and Jacob." Her words were firm.

Billy Black in a wheelchair waved his hand gently: "No, kid, that's not what I meant."

"Quirut is only a small tribe now, and the inheritance of the ancestors is very few. Please keep the following secrets, even Jacob, don't tell him."

"Well, I'm not going to tell anyone, including Jacob, including Charlie."

Billy Black reached out and stroked a towering tree beside him: "This tree was very tall when my grandfather was young, it's really a long memory... The knowledge of the Quilute tribe comes from the Mayan Empire. , We believe that all things have animism, we believe that there is a spirit in the blood of our ancestors, you are a spirit, I am a spirit, and even the guy who created the plane crash is a spirit."

Bella carefully tasted the other party's words, the meaning of obedience, the middle-aged chief has no respect for the god of death.

The middle-aged chief guessed her doubts and explained it specially.

"Our beliefs are completely different from yours. In our customs, the duties of gods are constantly changing. Many tribes still have the ritual of 'killing gods'. , or the names of the gods of the conquered tribes are marked on the food for everyone to eat, so whether the guy who caused the air crash is dead or alive has nothing to do with the Querute tribe."

Bella is a little enlightened. This Indian god system is really complicated. She has never studied these things in her previous life, and it is completely a blind spot of knowledge.

However, the gods on the Indian side are indeed a bit miserable compared to God, Odin, and Zeus.

Being laid off at every turn, who can stand it!

Billy Black patted his head: "It's easy to go off the topic when you are old. In fact, what I want to say is that the Querute tribe can't help you, you are not the blood of our tribe, and the Querut ancestors can't help you. But your ancestors can help, you can pray to them for strength."

Bella's eyes were so dull, she didn't understand a bit.

She asked hesitantly, "Our ancestors were all ordinary people without any extraordinary power."

Billy Black laughed loudly: "There must be. As long as you look for it patiently, I think your ancestors will protect you."

He took a cloth bag from the back of his wheelchair.

"The ceremony is very simple, but it requires you to understand your own advantages. Ancestral spirits are not omnipotent. Focus on your eyes. Don't make a wish blindly. You are a smart child. I believe you will get rid of this crisis."

The cloth bag was left to Bella, and the middle-aged chief shook his wheelchair, slowly left the path, and returned to the place where the tribe lived.

Back at her home, Bella hurriedly opened the cloth bag and found that the contents inside were very simple.

Some scorched yellow grass seeds, what kind of grass, she couldn't tell.

A white tusk, some colorful paint.

There is also a piece of A4 paper with some damaged corners, with the specific process written on it, as if she was afraid that she would not understand it, it was still in English.

This kind of ritual is not very demanding, just find a quiet place to perform the psychic ritual.

Is there any quiet place in Foxtown? The Querute tribe gave her a psychic ritual, so she would naturally not go to the tribe to trouble others. Besides, Querute has her own ancestor spirit, so she went over there to recruit a Swan family ancestor spirit, so what is it? What's the matter? Kick the hall?

The tribes in the north cannot go, and there is a large family of vampires in the south, and they cannot go either.

Bella in the original time and space wanted to become a vampire in her dreams, but now she is not so crazy. The upper limit of vampires in the Marvel world is too low.

She can only channel at home.

I read the process before and after twice, it is completely the fool's version of the operation method, no principle or specific meaning is written, there is only one startup process, plus some precautions.

Bella officially started the ceremony while Charlie went to work.

She first found a small pot, put a small amount of charcoal, and then lit it.

According to the process, she mixed grass seeds and paint together. These things are to be painted on the face. No one cares about what they are painted. Anyway, they can be painted.

Bella looked in the mirror, one stroke here, one stroke there, seeing that there was still a lot of paint, and then connected the left and right, and finally painted the same as Jiraiya's fairy model.

Does this stuff hurt the skin? Looking at her appearance in the mirror, she just felt ugly, but in order to save her life, she could only endure it.

He took out the animal tooth and swiped it hard against the palm of his right hand.

All the blood dripped into the brazier, she closed her eyes and quietly waited for the response from the ancestors of the Swan family.