World Occult User Guide

Upon hearing Lin An's self-introduction, Misulu and the leader were stunned.

They looked at Lin An. The kingdoms of Romania and Abyssinia, where Adelia came from, were close enough that the facial features of Lin An and Misuru were somewhat similar.

It's just that he was wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants without any mud on him, and he looked out of place in the rainforest blog.

About five seconds later, they all glanced at the direction Lin An came from - the Kuba River.

In Bantu cosmology, rivers represent the space between life and death.

"Karenga's Line!" the leader shouted, "You are the true ancestral spirit who has crossed the threshold between two worlds!"

"Ancestor!"

Misulu looked in awe, and he wanted to step forward to salute the tribe, but he staggered due to the pain of his wound.

Lin An turned the [Philosopher's Stone], green energy covered Misuru, and new and old injuries were healed together. He was so shocked that his eyes widened and he lost the ability to speak.

When the leader saw this, he was half shocked and half desperate, because the power Lin An showed alone was comparable to the ancestral spirit of their Tiger Fish tribe.

The Tiger Fish Tribe would definitely not quarrel with the ancestral spirit of the Spotted Lion Tribe over him, and they might even punish him for trying to shoot Misuru.

Misulu also thought of this, and looked at the leader's expression becoming amused. Seeing that Lin An was silent, he picked up a branch, passed it through the leader's wrist, and lifted him up.

After all this torment, the seriously injured male hippopotamus squirmed and sank to the bottom of the river. It would eventually die of toxins and wound infection, but it would not be able to become Misulu's trophy.

Misulu wanted to talk to Lin An more than the escaped prey, but didn't know what to say, so the latter took the initiative to ask.

"May I have your name?"

"Misuru Kuku Sechi Kasese Kihani Fomu Spotted Lion." Misuru replied in awe, "Ancestor, what are your plans next?"

Oh boy, the genuine "Your Name".

"Let's go to your tribe first." Lin An saw nightfall and wanted to find a place to stay. It was really not a problem to keep floating in the air like this.

It wasn't that he didn't want to land and walk, but the ground was actually muddy and soft, and he was barefoot, so he might step on bugs, animals, sharp stones and the like.

Misulu was wearing a pair of solidly woven straw sandals and was walking swiftly on the muddy ground.

Under his leadership, the two walked into the tropical forests that are dark and humid all year round. The heavy woods made them feel depressed and inexplicably claustrophobic.

Before the 20th century, even for colonists, the jungle was an unknown zone, with the magic power to shut out modern warfare technology.

Huge trees towered majestically, with trunks as thick as houses, rhizomes intertwined, thick and curved, and covered with moss. The forest was set in a dark cathedral, and the clear moonlight was blocked by the leaves.

There are shades of light and dark in the green bushes and tangled vines. Different from the colorful parrots and colorful flowers in the Brasilia rainforest, the flowers on the banks of the Kuba River are pale, lonely and lifeless.

Except for the occasional chirping of birds and monkeys, there was only deathly silence.

After leaving the riverside, the dead trees, leaves and grass on the road gradually decreased and became hard, and the odor in the air also dissipated.

Despite this, the rainforest is still extremely hot.

The lush branches and leaves blocked the sky and the sun. Lin An moved forward by relying on the weak light. The dew rolled down and was bounced away by his air flow technique. The air was stuffy and hot, and sweat seeped out from every pore.

This is a world of difference from the Brasilia Rainforest Adventure experience.

If it weren't for the Philosopher's Stone to constantly adjust his body condition, keep him dry, and drive away the constant buzzing of mosquitoes, Lin An felt that he wouldn't survive here for a few days.

Looking at Misulu, who was accustomed to this, Lin An secretly gave a thumbs up.

And you, my brother, are the real beef.

About two hours later, Lin An arrived at the spotted lion tribe where Misulu was located.

The tribe is located in the open space near the shoal. The moonlight shines down, making the village look like a silver-gray dish antenna. There are more than ten dome huts made of grass and trees.

Misuru stood not far from the village, his anger sinking in his Dantian, and he shouted "Wu Luo Luo Luo——", and soon someone over there answered with the same tone.

Torches were lit in the darkness, and a man and a woman walked toward Misulu. They were surprised to see his face.

"you are still alive!"

"I killed that hippopotamus and avenged my father!" Misulu announced with his fist raised.

He briefly told the two of them the ins and outs of returning here, and then stepped aside to let Lin An out.

"This is our ancestor."

"Ancestral spirits?"

"He floated across the Kalunga Line." Misulu explained, "The Ancestral Spirit also used the 'big tile' to subdue the hunting team of the Tiger Fish Tribe."

"Dawa" is a Bantu word describing supernatural power, which translates to "mystery".

"I believe you can drive Da Wa." The man looked at the floating Lin An suspiciously, "But I'm not sure you are my ancestor, because you are clean and look like you came from the Marble Hotel in Kinshasa, not Kuba River.”

"In any case, he defeated those arrogant tiger fish people. This alone is enough to become our friend." The woman said kindly, "Thank you for saving Misuru's life."

"I have to report to the Great Elder." The man shook his head, turned around and disappeared into the night.

"Sorry, ancestor spirit, they are too vigilant." Misulu frowned and looked at Lin An with sincere eyes, "I want to tell you that you have all my trust."

Welcomed by the woman, Misulu returned to the tribe in a high profile. It was dinner time, and all the men, women, and children of the Spotted Lion tribe gathered around the bonfire.

Lin An roughly counted about one hundred and fifty people.

There are fewer people than the Xunlang tribe.

The tribesmen welcomed Misulu, but they couldn't help but look disappointed when they saw that his hands were empty and he only carried a prisoner.

It shows that Misulu went out hunting for five days and finally came back empty-handed.

Therefore, when he introduced Lin An to everyone, the reaction of the tribesmen was mediocre. Firstly, they felt that Misulu's words were not convincing, and secondly, they were too hungry and had no energy to cheer.

Unlike Misulu, they witnessed Lin An's Qi Flow Technique with their own eyes, so it was normal for them to be unconvinced.

After reading some entries, Lin An set his sights on a bone.

Teeth-Grinder's Bone.

Rocky and the Human Heritage Foundation positioned this product as a "fashionable mount", but in Lin An's view, this is simply a roasted whole lamb with unlimited rebirth.

After all, after being eaten, it can regenerate into a sheep in the early morning of the next morning.

He stopped Misulu who was still eager to explain, held the white and crystal bone, and threw it forward. The energy of "Comes" suddenly changed, and a bleating goat appeared out of thin air in front of the tribesmen.

For a moment, there was silence.

"This is my gift to you."

Lin An's faint voice broke the silence. The tribesmen were stunned for a moment, then cheered from the bottom of their hearts, dancing with excitement and loudly expressing their loyalty.

"Great Ancestral Spirit! Thank you for your big tiles! Praise your big tiles!"

"The ancestral spirit of our spotted lion tribe has returned! Sure enough, the sky and the God of Change have not abandoned us!"

"Please distribute the prey! Please distribute your gifts to your people, Lord Ancestral Spirit!"

In front of the sumptuous food, any doubts about Lin An disappeared.

If it weren't for him, the tribesmen would have to eat yellow mud that has been filtered out of impurities and plant roots that have been filtered out of starch.

Even if they just wanted to swarm up and tear the sheep alive, the tribesmen kept their respect for the "ancestral spirit" in mind and just looked at Lin An expectantly.

"Kill it first."

Lin An said to the woman, who was so surprised that she swallowed her saliva, took off the knife from her waist and pinched the goat's neck. With a "crash", the mysterious object from North West State died.

Asgard's God of Thunder, Thor, probably never dreamed that his chariot-drawing mount would become a meal for tribesmen in Southland.

Observing Lin An's careless expression, more women joined in the work of cutting up the goat. They quickly threaded it into meat skewers and grilled it over the fire. The flames licked the skin of the lamb, which was moderately fat and thin, and a unique smell of protein filled the air. Come on.

The rest of the tribesmen made way for Lin An to sit on a rattan chair.

Misulu squeezed through the crowd and sat next to Lin An, throwing the prisoner in his hand towards the bonfire. When the leader saw this, he yelled with a hint of horror.

"No, don't eat me!"

This sentence caught Lin An's attention.

At the beginning of the 20th century, reports of cannibalism and other atrocious acts by people in southern China were common on the Internet, shocking the Western world.

The reporter said that many tribes in the Kuba River Basin are cannibals, and they make no secret of their cannibalistic nature.

In their wars, once they become prisoners of hostile tribes, they will face even more terrible experiences.

The trafficker went down the river in a small boat and hawked his captives along the streets of various tribes. He divided the various parts of their bodies with colored clay or grass marks so that the buyers could point to the desired parts, while the captives had to watch others Bargain with your limbs.

Even if Lin An's thinking logic is a bit alien at times, 22 years of education have made him unable to remain indifferent to cannibalism.

If Misuru wanted to eat this man, he would definitely stop him.

Fortunately, this was just Lin An's unfounded worries. Misuru heard the leader's words and spoke in disgust.

"I'm not like you, who treat the same kind of people as food. Besides, prions are more terrifying than rabies, with a fatality rate as high as 100%."

"Do you know about 'prions'?" Lin An raised his eyebrows.

"My grandmother told me." Misuru scratched his head in embarrassment, "She is our knowledgeable and wise ancestor just like you."

Previously, Misulu was afraid that the sound would attract wild animals and he did not dare to talk to Lin An. Now that he returned to the tribe, he suddenly opened up his chatterbox and talked to Lin An incessantly. The latter listened thoughtfully. , asking questions from time to time to bring out the topics he wanted to know.

There are two people in power in the Spotted Lion tribe, one is the chief and the other is the great elder.

The chief is responsible for hunting, external tribal warfare, and managing men; the chief elder is responsible for food collection and weaving, sacrificial activities, and managing women.

The previous chief was Misulu's father, who was unfortunately dragged into the river and killed by the male hippopotamus. Misuru was his successor.

Unfortunately, Misulu was so eager for revenge that he not only refused to participate in the inheritance ceremony, but also abandoned the tribe and ran for revenge, causing his reputation to plummet.

This is why the tribesmen are not convinced by him.

The Great Elder is Misulu's grandmother. She is already 48 years old, which is definitely considered a long life in the rainforest.

Looking at the serious Misuru, Lin An was deeply aware of the cognitive gap between the two.

The 48-year-old grandmother…

Hey, he’s one year younger than the captain!

What shocked Lin An even more was that Misulu was only 17 years old.

However, his size, muscles, and demeanor were completely comparable to those of a man in his thirties, and he had even killed a hippopotamus single-handedly. He was completely different from the useless college students Lin An knew.

This is Jotaro's seventeenth year!

In addition to this information, Lin An focused on asking Misulu about the "ancestral spirits" information. With his permission, the leader lying on the ground also added a few words.

Just as Lin An guessed, the "ancestral spirit" refers to the mysterious person.

About a year ago, the rainforest welcomed its first ancestral spirit. He became the chief with the help of "Dawa" and began to plunder other tribes, ruthlessly taking away their territories and prey.

His external aggression did not last long, because "Comoth" has a numerical value called pollution level.

This man fell into madness and became a monster wandering the rainforest. The tribe quickly declined and was surrounded and suppressed.

This is just the beginning.

According to Misuru, more and more "ancestral spirits" are crossing the Kalunga Line and possessing earthly people, allowing them to acquire dawa.

Several of them were so polluted that they turned into monsters and wandered in the jungle, but there were still seven ancestors who survived. They formed an alliance called "Ancestral Spirit Totem" and ruled other tribes from above.

Although the "Comes" overlapped for a short time, this group of mysterious people relied on their own extraordinary power to break the original balance between the tribes.

Tribes protected by ancestral spirits are at a higher level than other tribes. They enjoy the best hunting resources and often even wantonly snatch prey from other tribes.

The ancestral spirit of the Tiger Fish Tribe is one of the seven people in the "Ancestral Spirit Totem", so the leader wants to kill Misulu so unreasonably.

There is no radio or Internet in the rainforest, so everyone relies on hearsay. The origins of certain ancestral spirits are becoming more and more mysterious after being spread and blurred. Most people don't know where the ancestral spirits come from. They only know that they own large tiles. .

So Misulu and the Spotted Lion tribe easily believed Lin An's identity.

After all, he not only used a big tile, but also treated everyone to a roasted whole lamb with a wave of his hand.

As we chatted, the rich aroma of meat mixed with charcoal spread out, and grease dripped onto the blazing bonfire, making a "chichi" sound.

The young children couldn't stand the smell, so they lay down next to the fragrant barbecue, staring unblinkingly at the gradually darkening mutton, and their mouths were left all over the floor.

If the adults weren't worried about Lin An, even they would have wanted to join the battle for the mutton.

The charred and crispy mutton was turning on the wooden skewer. Misulu's attention became less and less focused. He was chatting with Lin An on the surface, but his mind had already flown to the oily roasted lamb legs, roasted lamb chops and roasted lamb. Gradually, he was chatting with Lin An. The preface does not match the postscript.

Finally, he couldn't help but say what was on his mind.

"Lord Ancestor Spirit, you eat."

"eat?"

"Um, what are we talking about?"

"Your grandmother."

After hearing what he said, Lin An, who had used the air mode to scan the spotted lion tribe, regained his vision. He saw that Misulu was like a zombie who had lost his soul, looking at the roasted lamb in a daze, so he used the airflow technique to pick off a bunch of perfectly roasted lamb, and casually One bite.

The crispy skin and tender, juicy gravy mixed with the exotic spices from the rainforest exploded in his mouth, with a rich meaty aroma and endless aftertaste.

After four months of floating in outer space, I finally had a hot meal.

Lin An took two more skewers of mutton and said to Misulu, "You divide it up."

"I?"

"how?"

"Food is usually distributed by the great elder." Misulu licked his lips, "Since Lord Zuling has appointed me, I won't be polite."

These words seemed to cause a burst of dissatisfaction, but in front of the fragrant barbecue, all the differences were temporarily forgotten.

The tribesmen took the mutton with the speed of shadowless hands, and ate it crazily, regardless of the hot skin. Some even chewed the wood into pieces and swallowed the sawdust together.

For a moment, everything around was filled with swallowing and biting.

Until a deep, old and indistinguishable voice came.

"Misuru, you didn't wait for me."

The tribesmen who were devouring food were suddenly stunned. Only a few children were still nibbling. The rest of the people looked at the place where the sound came from, and Lin An also looked at it.

I saw two girls with similar faces carrying an old woman and walking out of the hut with the man just now.

Seeing Lin An, the calm old woman suddenly widened her eyes.

"A person with fair skin, black hair and black eyes - you are a logger! You are back!" (End of Chapter)