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Zhang Jin looked at her deeply, then turned to Han Che, there was a hint of pleading in her eyes:
" Han Che, can't we really do something?"
Han Che gaze was firm as he shook his head gently:
"This is the will of our ancestors, we must abide by it."
Zhang Jin suddenly walked over and stood beside Yun Yan: "High Priest, please paint a sacred totem on my face as well."
High Priest and the people around him were all surprised, as this was only required for the sacrifice bride, and they only needed one.
When Zhang Jin insisted firmly on having the totem painted on his face, the murmurs in the crowd gradually grew louder.
At that moment, a dignified woman walked through the crowd, her steps steady and each one seeming particularly heavy.
This woman is Elder You, the wise one in the tribe, and her words often represent the will of the ancestors.
Elder You scanned everyone in the room with sharp eyes, finally settling on Zhang Jin. Her voice carried an undeniable authority as she said, "Zhang Jin, your courage is admirable, but this is our tribe's tradition. What you are doing is breaking the rules."
Zhang Jin's eyes revealed a subtle but determined insistence:
"Elder You, I understand that this is your tradition, but Yun Yan is my friend. I cannot let her face this fate alone. Please understand."
Elder You's face showed a hint of complex expression, she turned to look at Han Che, whose eyes also shimmered with complexity.
But he signaled to his mother with his eyes and followed Zhang Jin's suggestion.
Elder You saw that the young tribal leader Zhang Jin was calm and resolute, with no intention of stopping, so she took a deep breath and looked at his determined face.
Elder You knew that the heart of this foreign woman was already set and could not be swayed. She turned to the High Priest, nodded, and gave a signal of approval.
The High Priest's eyes flashed with a hint of inquiry as she gazed at Zhang Jin, as if searching for the determination in the eyes of this foreign woman.
The villagers' discussions continued, but gradually quieted under Zhang Jin's determined gaze. Despite Elder You not objecting, High Priest still spoke in a deep voice, "Zhang Jin, this is not your responsibility." But her hand had already paused over the paint, as if waiting for something.
Zhang Jin's voice was deep and powerful, with a hint of unquestionable determination: "I know, but Yun Yan is my friend. I can't let her face this alone. Please respect my decision."
High Priest fell silent for a moment, then nodded. She dipped her fingers in paint, steadied her hand, and slowly began to paint sacred symbols on Zhang Jin's face.
Zhang Jin stood quietly there, allowing the totem to gradually take shape on her face.
With each stroke, Zhang Jin's face gradually revealed a pattern similar to a Yun Yan, symbolizing that she was not just a bystander, but had tightly bound her fate to the tribe.
Han Che Standing aside, a hint of complex emotions flashed in his eyes. He knew that Zhang Jin's actions would cause quite a stir in the tribe, but he also felt the deep friendship Zhang Jin had for his friends.
After finishing, High Priest took a step back to admire his work, and Zhang Jin now also had the blessings of the tribe depicted on his face.
She turned around and exchanged a smile with Yun Yan, a smile filled with mutual support and courage.
"Now, we are together," Zhang Jin said softly, her voice just loud enough for Yun Yan to hear.
A glint of tears flashed in Yun Yan's eyes as she tightly held Zhang Jin's hand and nodded. In this moment, she felt an unprecedented strength.
Elder You Looking at this scene, the complex expression in her eyes gradually softened. She knew deeply that the actions of this foreign woman would leave a profound mark on the history of the tribe.
She walked up to Zhang Jin and said softly, "Zhang Jin, your actions will be remembered by us. Like Yun Yan, you are now daughters of the tribe."
Seeing this, the surrounding villagers also began to accept this brave foreign woman. Their eyes were filled with respect, and even a few elderly women whispered prayers, blessing the two of them.
The ceremony has begun, and the people of the entire tribe have gathered under the sacred tree, their eyes filled with awe.
High Priest Walking to the sacred tree, she began her final prayer. Her voice echoed as if it came from the sky, sacred and distant.
In her hand, she held a bundle of dried herbs. As she chanted the incantation, the herbs were ignited and burned slowly, releasing wisps of white smoke that drifted towards the sky. Accompanying her prayer, the tribal drums began to sound, deep and rhythmic.
Zhang Jin and Yun Yan knelt in front of the sacred tree, their faces also painted with holy totems.
As the High Priest prayed, the tribal drums began to sound, deep and rhythmic.
All the villagers followed the sound of the drums, gently swaying their bodies, entering into a mysterious resonance.
Zhang Jin and Yun Yan also followed the sound of the drums, their heartbeats seemingly merging with the rhythm. Their hands still tightly clasped, their warmth conveyed courage and determination in this sacred moment.
As the ceremony reached its conclusion, the sun gradually set in the west, casting the last golden glow upon the tribe.
The crowd under the sacred tree began to disperse, but for Yun Yan and Zhang Jin, the day was far from over.
They knew that when night fell, the true sacrifice ceremony would begin.
Han Che Walking up to them, his eyes were filled with respect: "No matter what happens, I will be here."
As the night deepened, the stars began to twinkle in the sky. The tribe's bonfire was lit, casting its light on every face, as well as on the totems of Zhang Jin and Yun Yan.
Under this firelight, their totems also seem to come alive, as if they have their own life.
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