As a village that has been performing sacrifices for over a hundred years, Baqi Village never fails to commemorate festivals. The customs left by their ancestors are ingrained in their very being!
Thus, Baqi Village possesses its own set of professional sacrificial grounds and equipment, some of which are treasures of significant historical value, their origins lost to time!
The sacrifice is held on a large platform, likely the highest point in Baqi Village.
Behind it stands the jade mountain, long since blasted apart. Whether any jade remains within is unknown.
All members of the production crew are clad in flowing white robes. As the wind blows, the scene, if not sinister, is certainly eerie and unsettling, amplifying the atmosphere to its fullest!
Xia Wei Liang subtly turns to look at Xi En, confirming if this was the intended effect.
Xi En, in his white robe, appears graceful and stands out from the crowd.
Understood.
It's about the people, not the clothes.
Xia Wei Liang uses the walkie-talkie to call out, "Atmosphere crew! Calling atmosphere crew! Ah Miao, how's it going?"
Zhang Miao Miao quickly replies, "No problems! Just waiting for the auspicious time!"
"Beautiful!"
She turns back and calls for
Everyone watches quietly, while cameras follow their every move.
In this era of rapid change, cultural traditions like these, especially as original as those in Baqi Village, are increasingly rare.
The ceremony officially begins.
As the main focus of the atmosphere crew, Zhang Miao Miao, holding the walkie-talkie, gives the order: "Music, start the music!"
As a mystical and melodious tune begins, the solemn and mysterious sacrificial ceremony slowly commences.
For old villages, "Xiaoman" signifies fullness and favorable weather. Sacrificing to the White Dragon God is also a prayer for abundant rainfall in the coming year and a bountiful harvest.
Xin Jing He looks up towards them, a rare smile appearing on his gaunt cheeks.
For him, all of this is also quite novel, perhaps unbelievable to most. As the population of Baqi Village dwindles, these sacrificial celebrations have become simplified. Since his birth, this is only the second large-scale sacrificial event he has attended, the first being his father's funeral.
Therefore, he learned about the specific rituals from handwritten notes passed down through village records.
Zhang Miao Miao quietly whispers into the walkie-talkie again, "Group A, go!"
Xia Wei Liang turns her head, and good heavens!
About seven or eight people enter, each carrying "a family of three villagers" or "a family of four or five," all respectfully "invited" out.
The grandeur of the scene is beyond human imagination.
"Pfft—"
Wai Shao couldn't help but laugh out loud!
"No wonder she didn't let us see."
Situ nods, "Otherwise, there wouldn't be such a shocking scene."
Mikoy is truly curious, "What do you think she was thinking?"
Xia Wei Liang is so amused she can barely speak, "I'm just concerned about how Da Zhuang and the others agreed."
Xi En suddenly chimes in, "Nothing can't be settled with three meals."
Everyone looks at him in unison. Has Brother En infiltrated the enemy camp to win?
Seeing these people carrying "villagers" into the venue, Xin Jing He's eyes well up at the sight of it all.
Afterwards, they are properly ushered to their positions and stand ready.
"Group B? Group B, hurry, hurry, hurry! Lao Liu's second son is leaking air! Come over quickly and re-inflate him!"
"On our way!"
Group B rushes over with small air pumps and quickly props up the deflated second son, pumping air into him vigorously.
Perhaps due to the solemnity of the occasion, or perhaps due to lack of practical experience, he overinflates it. After only a few pumps, a "bang" is heard—
The second son explodes.
After a moment of silence, the entire field erupts in laughter.
"Pfft!"
"Hahaha…"
"Oh my god!"
This scene is truly unforgettable.