She wasn't sure what day the locals would choose to go to the altar. Perhaps there were special local standards, so it was natural that it was not easy to draw conclusions rashly.

Chu Qianli stared closely at the animal bones that gradually revealed patterns in the charcoal fire. She moved her fingers subconsciously, and then took out the phone: "I can't tell if it's good or bad, but I can know something else."

It takes a certain amount of time for the animal bones to crack, and no one knows how good it is, so they can only wait quietly.

The aborigines are quiet and pious, so that the people at the workstation dare not speak loudly and observe the ceremony honestly.

Chu Qianli used the mobile phone drawing software to paint. She showed the strange pattern to Pan Yicheng and said: "It's such a thing. I don't know whether it is good or bad in their culture."

Tan Muxing looked at the sloppy paintings on the screen, like zigzag lines put together, suspicious: "Is this an abstract painting?"

Pan Yicheng stared at the pattern, and tentatively said, "Is this the same as the tortoise shell divination? The tortoise is the elephant, and the number is auspicious. Is it auspicious?"

Chu Qianli: "I don't know that shamanism is exquisite, are you not an expert, Professor Pan?"

"...There are too many branches of shaman culture, not sure which one it will be."

The expert advisory group carried out rigorous academic discussions. Although everyone knew the way of divination, just like Meihua and Ziwei could not rub and talk, they really couldn't tell what kind of system the local people and animal bone divination belonged to.

The three of them hid on one side, and the volume was also very low, which naturally did not attract the attention of the old lady.

The villager next to him turned his head and scanned it. He caught a glimpse of the painting on Chu Qianli's phone, and then suddenly made a noise, suddenly calling the old lady in the front row.

The old lady was taken aback when she heard the words. She was standing in front of the charcoal fire, but now she is slowly walking towards the expert advisory group. The old lady was rickety and not tall, but she was followed by others, who looked quite imposing.

Batu asked strangely: "What's wrong? It was just fine?"

Everyone became friendly after the fight, but the atmosphere now became serious instantly.


Chu Qianli was confused. She was surrounded by people and asked for help: "Wait, isn't this pattern unlucky? Professor, do you have an idea?"

Pan Yicheng: "No, no, no, I'm not sure if it's bad, or if we discuss it in private, it seems a bit disrespectful to others..."

The three of them didn't want to disturb the people around them, and they had deliberately lowered their voices, and they would have been yelled at by the people next to them. They are all a little worried, lest they offend each other.

The old lady saw the pattern on the phone screen and slowly returned to the charcoal fire.


There was a crackling sound at the scene, and the animal bones in the flame were finally completed, cracks appeared under the high temperature, no different from what Chu Qianli had drawn!

The old lady exclaimed when she saw it. She bowed religiously to the charcoal fire, then played the drum next to her, and took out a robe made of countless colored stripes, and presented it to Chu Qianli in a friendly manner.

Chu Qianli looked at the robe with familiar painting style, she guessed what the other party meant, and whispered: "This is..."

Colleague: "She said that she recognized your status as a shaman. You are indeed an omniscient person. Just now I thought we were lying, so I was very unhappy and thought we were bad."

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