Bella pushed the middle-aged chief's wheelchair and walked along the dirt road opened by the Indians into the depths of the reserve.
"Did something happen to me?"
She guessed that the middle-aged man might have seen something, but she herself was unaware of it and had no premonition at all.
Bella would save people at the airport, so naturally she didn't want to bring disaster to the innocent Indian tribe. Her idea was very simple, even naive. She wanted to use the Indian tribe as a bridge to see if she could talk to the so-called "God of Death" who caused the plane crash. It would be impossible to make the
"God of Death" pay for his life, as American law is not that powerful.
She guessed that the God of Death might be the god of the ancient Mayans and Aztecs. The current Indian tribe probably also has its own patron saint, protective totem, etc. It would be great if people of the same tribe didn't fight each other. If there is a problem, everyone can talk about it.
"Indeed." The middle-aged chief was concise, but he didn't go into the topic in depth. Instead, he 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 traditional werewolves. They are humans in normal times. After being stimulated by the external vampire breath, their blood awakens and they can transform into giant wolves.
However, they are wolves in wolf form and humans in human form. They do not have black hair, a wolf head, and walk upright.
According to Bella's guess, they are a bit like druids in the game, with deformation in their blood.
She pondered for a moment: "Well, Jacob said that you have a glorious history and were originally a great tribe."
She said something nice, and no one could find fault with it.
The middle-aged chief couldn't help but chuckle a few times. No wonder his son was so fascinated. This girl is really good at talking.
She is polite, speaks well, and the most important thing is that she is beautiful.
He sighed secretly and helped if he could. After all, she is the daughter of an old friend and the object of his son's admiration.
His tone suddenly became serious: "You haven't gotten rid of your bad luck. Some kind of power that cannot be explained by science is still watching you."
Bella's heart sank.
"I'm leaving here tonight. I'll explain to Charlie and Jacob." She said firmly.
Billy Black, who was sitting in a wheelchair, waved his hand gently: "No, child, that's not what I meant."
"The Quileute is now just a small tribe. There is not much left of the ancestral heritage. Please keep the following secret. Don't tell Jacob."
"Okay, I won't tell anyone, including Jacob and Charlie."
Billy Black reached out and touched a towering tree beside him: "This tree was already very tall when my grandfather was alive.
It's really a long-lost memory.
The knowledge of the Quileute tribe comes from the Mayan Empire. We believe that everything has spirits. We believe that there are spirits in the blood of our ancestors. You are a spirit, I am a spirit, and even the guy who caused the plane crash is a spirit."
Bella carefully savored the other party's words. From the meaning of the words, the middle-aged chief had no respect for the god of death.
The middle-aged chief guessed her doubts and made a special explanation.
"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'. During the sacrificial ceremony for the new god, they will put the names of gods from outdated or conquered tribes on food and let everyone eat it. So whether the guy who caused the plane crash is dead or alive has nothing to do with the Quileute tribe."
Bella had some enlightenment. This Indian pantheon is really complicated. She had never studied these things in her previous life. It was a complete blind spot in her knowledge.
However, compared with God, Odin, Zeus and other gods, the gods here in India are indeed a bit miserable. They are laid off at any time. Who can bear this!
Billy Black patted his head: "When people get old, they tend to go off topic. In fact, what I want to say is that the Quileute tribe can't help you. You are not the blood of our tribe. The Quileute ancestors can't help you, but your ancestors can provide help. You can pray to them for strength."
Bella's eyes were dull, she didn't quite understand what was said.
She asked hesitantly, "Our ancestors were all ordinary people, without any extraordinary powers."
Billy Black laughed, "Of course there are. As long as you look for them patiently, I think your ancestors will protect you."
He took out a cloth bag from the back of his wheelchair.
"The ceremony is very simple, but you need to understand your own strengths. The ancestors are not omnipotent. Focus on the present and don't make wishes blindly. You are a smart child, I believe you will get out of this crisis."
The cloth bag was left to Bella, and the middle-aged chief pushed his wheelchair, slowly left the path, and returned to the tribe's residence.
Back home, Bella hurriedly opened the cloth bag and found that the things inside were very simple.
Some burnt yellow grass seeds, she couldn't tell what kind of grass it was.
A white animal tooth, some colorful pigments.
There was also an A4 paper with some damaged corners, on which the specific process was written, as if afraid that she couldn't understand it, and it was written in English.
This kind of ceremony does not require high requirements, just find a quiet place to conduct the spiritual ceremony.
Is there any quiet place in Fox Town? The Quileute tribe gave her a spiritual ceremony, so she naturally wouldn't bother them again. Besides, the Quileutes have their own ancestral spirits, so what's the matter with her going there to recruit an ancestral spirit from the Swan family? Is she trying to challenge them?
She couldn't go to the tribe in the north, and she couldn't go to the south where there was a large family of vampires.
Bella in the original time and space dreamed of becoming a vampire, but now she is not so crazy, and the upper limit of vampires in the Marvel world is too low.
She can only conduct spiritual communication at home.
I read the process twice, and it was a completely fool-proof operation method. There was no principle or specific meaning written, only a startup process, plus some precautions.
Bella took advantage of Charlie's work to officially start the ceremony.
She first found a small basin, put a small amount of charcoal in it, and then lit it.
According to the process, she mixed grass seeds and pigments together. These things were to be painted on the face. No one cared what they looked like, just paint them.
Bella looked in the mirror, painted here and there, and saw that there was still a lot of paint, so she connected the left and right, and finally painted like Jiraiya in Sage Mode.
Will this thing hurt the skin? Looking at her appearance in the mirror, she just felt that she was ugly, but in order to save her life, she had to endure it.
She took out the fangs, and scratched the palm of her right hand hard.
All the blood dripped into the brazier. She closed her eyes and waited quietly for the response of the ancestor of the Swan family.
(End of this chapter)