Miranda is studying the heart flow mantra beside Hoffa, and her expression is unpredictable.

The indigenous Peruvian witches came and went with them, carrying tables, futons, baskets, animal legs and so on. They seem to be preparing for some activity, and each face has an excited look.

Hoffa sat alone in his chair for a while, his body gradually regained some strength, but his spirit was still depressed. What he longed for most now was not to move, and no one would disturb him.

Unfortunately, it didn't work out.

In a short time, the old chief inhanio with a group of tribal women rushed to Hoffa and Miranda. He stood beside Hoffa's chair, bent down, looked at him with respect and fear: "hero, I dare to ask if you are free."

Hoffa glanced at him, only remembering the name of the man as InhA...

"what's the matter?" He asked wearily, his eyes unfocused.

The old chief came to the spirit when he was in haniorton. He patted his chest with excitement. "This is not to solve those damned sleepwalkers and save our plantation. As it happens, today is our harvest festival again. If you can, I'd like to invite you to stay here for one night and participate in our harvest ceremony. "

After Hoffa used the heart flow mantra, he was very tired. Listening to the old man talking a lot, he just felt that the noise was not good. If he was allowed to make a decision again, he would feel more powerless.

He didn't want to think for a moment, so he wanted to stay in his chair.

So he grunted twice, expressing his vague wish.

Fortunately, there was a sober Miranda beside him. Miranda stood up and said, "Hey, inhanio, don't bully him. Your harvest day will be next month

The old chief complained incessantly, "it's not unnecessary to solve those sleepwalkers. It must be a good harvest this year. What's more, the previous harvest festival was decided by the former chief. It's not appropriate. I've long wanted to change it."

Miranda raised her eyebrows suspiciously, because Hanio immediately stepped forward, "what are you in such a hurry to go back to do? You know, you haven't counted the quantity of green cocoa on our side. How can we negotiate the price without checking the stock? "

Miranda frowned. "Strange? Will you let me check your inventory? Before, you didn't let me step into the warehouse within 100 meters, and attributed it to the absolute forbidden area of your tribe? "

"Er... This..."

as soon as the old man's eyes turned, he turned to Hoffa, who had dull eyes and was flowing with hiss, and immediately slapped his chest with a bang: "isn't this a better way to connect with the market? Since you really have the ability to protect us, we will naturally give you more authority."

"Ha

Miranda rolled her eyes. "All right."

She bent down, put it to Hoffa's ear, and said, "we'll stay here all night, and I'll check their green cocoa storage, so as to set a price for the goods, don't you think?"

Hoffa didn't want to make a decision. He took a sip of water and gave the simplest, um. Then there was no more, and saliva came out again.

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...

that night.

A full moon rises from the mountains of southern Peru.

Under the light, the mountains are covered with mysterious luster.

Miranda was sent to inventory green cocoa by Peruvian tribal wizard inhaniola. Leave Hoffa alone in a chair, drooling, wandering between the mystery of thinking and blank.

The village was cleared out of an open space, where a fire was placed every few meters. Some men lead the cattle to the fire. They press the cattle on the ground, cut the throat of the cattle, kneel on the ground, hold their heads high, and take turns to draw the blood of the cattle.

Men and women, young and old, all went forward to share a cup.

Then they slaughtered the cattle. Peel and clean the internal organs, cut and bake on the fire.

It was just the first step, and soon those people got busy. All kinds of animals and plants have been produced, alpacas, guinea pigs, raw fish, all kinds of grains, and colorful... Potatoes.

In the moonlight, they began to cook happily.

The smoke floated up into the sky and misted the moon.

After a while, the aboriginal ceremony began.

After cooking, they began to sing and dance around the food. They have men and women, each wearing a straw skirt, barefoot on the sand.

Men sitting on the ground, happily playing drums, from time to time issued animal like scream, appears primitive and vicissitudes.

With the drumming, women bow their legs, twist their waists, put their hands around their heads, and interpret the body language with the simplest and oldest dance posture, communicating with the gods and nature.

The fire spread on their thighs and skin, and covered their brown skin with a layer of gold.

It has to be said that in terms of health, these aborigines living in primitive areas are healthier than those living in the steel jungle. Their teeth are neat, their thighs are long and tight, their muscles are developed, and their bodies are in the standard golden ratio.The dance and the banquet lasted for a long time. Huo FA sat on the chief's chair, motionless, without any intention of joining the activity, just like a statue.

He has not recovered much spirit, or his spirit has recovered some, but not much remains in reality.

Hoffa can perceive that a part of his spirit still exists in the so of the flow mantra, which makes him unable to concentrate on the external things, so what those people are doing is like a background board to him.

He can vaguely see the dancing steps of those people and their songs, but he can't focus on a specific person or thing. Everything is vague.

The only thing clear is thinking.

It's like a stream, flowing slowly.

And Hoffa sat by the river, watching the flow of thinking, without any interference or fluctuation.

Once in a while, he thought of Silby.

If he had this mantra, would Silby have been sitting in a chair and immersed in the mystery of heart flow for a thousand years.

If he only saw half of the spell.

So what's the other half?

If Silby can experience the complete spell, is he always in bliss.

What does a complete heart flow mantra look like?

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...

Hua La, Dong Long...

clapping and drumming gradually intruded into Hoffa's thinking from far to near.

He raised his head slowly from the stream of thought.

In the real world, the aborigines no longer dance around the fire, but come to him.

They raised a huge flame beside Hoffa. The flame was made of many unknown shells. It had a strong nutty smell and was very delicious.

Then, a very old woman came out of the crowd, carrying her back and towering.

Her hands were shaking with something like a crown. There are six different colors of feathers on the crown, and an eagle's skull.

Hoffa was a little uncomfortable seeing that.

He is a student of Ravenclaw, the eagle is his totem, and his Animagus is a Thunderbird. He doesn't like the act of decorating the corpse of totem.

But out of the politeness of the guests and in order to respect the local customs, he did not move. Let the old woman put that peculiar feather crown on his head.

This is not over, the old woman gave him a crown, and then with thin fingers, stained with all kinds of oil, painted on his face.

After all this, the native wizard cheered.

Hoffa reluctantly smiles and cooperates with them. In the heart actually some wanted to leave.

After the old woman retreated, several young, graceful Brown women came up. They slowly came forward, carrying metal plates, as if facing the Inca King, and offered food for him.

Hoffa felt very happy when food was delivered.

He consumed a lot of mental and physical strength by using the heart flow mantra, which just needs to be replenished.

You can take a closer look at the food, including raw fish, potatoes, and... Bloody ox heart, as well as a fresh cut Alpaca meat, and a lively guinea pig...

this made him feel that his good mood disappeared immediately.

If the last time Miranda entertained him was a rare food from all over the world, it could be eaten raw.

But Hoffa has really seen all these things, and they can't be eaten raw at all.

The smell came to my face. He felt that these Aborigines were doing their own business, so he was going to leave angrily and go to find Miranda to leave here with her.

He struggled and tried to get up. But at this time, he found that on the chair he was sitting, a lot of small people grew up. They had sex, just like tug of war, holding the fibers on Hoffa's clothes and pressing him heavily on the chair.

Huh?

He shook his head hard.

But found that his body was general anesthesia, unable to move.

Look at the flame again. He's in a bad mood.

The smoke, which the aborigines burned in front of him, was made of materials with strong hallucinogenic effects.

Several young women came closer and closer to him with plates.

Hoffa was even more disgusted, not only because the other party invaded his territory and forced him to leave the flow state, but also because they took advantage of others' danger.

What is this to do? Feed yourself raw food, or regard yourself as the object of sacrifice.

Maybe the latter.

The women are getting closer to him.

The men continued to dance, hand in hand. Speak a language you don't understand, no communication. They took torches, beat drums, and danced around him in circles.

As the circle shrinks, the men clapping and drumming get closer and closer to him, and finally Hoffa can smell their sweat."Damn..."

under the anesthetic smoke, he struggled to raise his eyelids.

This simple movement scared the group of male aborigines back a big step.

But the dance is not over yet. It seems that the male aborigines are trying to test his patience. After dancing for a while, they see that he doesn't move any more. They beat the drum again and got closer and closer to him. But as soon as Hoffa showed a little dissatisfaction, they immediately backed away.

This cycle.

They curiously looked at Hoffa sitting on the chief's chair, their eyes were like a group of monkeys watching King Kong sleeping. It's like hyenas, staring at the food around lions.

The aboriginal men were not the most annoying. An Aboriginal woman took out a small silver dagger and cut off a piece of cow's heart. In the blood, she held the piece of cow's heart in her mouth and wanted to feed Hoffa mouth to mouth.

Although the woman is very hot and healthy, this way of eating is totally intolerable and challenging.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

He looked down as hard as he could, at his fingers. (in the hallucinogenic drugs, his blood is running like a river, which makes him blush. Next to the fingers, there are hundreds of little girls, they hold Hoffa's fingers and fix him on the chair with a smile)

"against... Against the current..."

he spits out a word with his mouth.

All of a sudden, the woman with the heart of a cow retreated and walked down the steps. Smoke came out of Hoffa's nostrils. The male aborigines, dancing and drumming, began to circle anticlockwise.

An old woman, with her back to the crowd, came back backward and dropped her hand on the feather crown on Hoffa's head.

It's all back to the moment when Hoffa was crowned with feathers.

But this time, he was not so reasonable. He had not accumulated a lot of hallucinogenic smoke in his body. Hoffa struggled to his feet and kicked away the old woman who was going to crown him.

The old woman screamed and rolled round the ground.

Hoffa also used too much force, coupled with physical fatigue, from the chair fell on the sand.

After landing, he quickly held his breath, stumbled up and rushed to the place where Miranda left.

He must find Miranda and let her take herself out of this strange place.

At first sight, sitting on the throne of chief, the "hero" who should have accepted their sacrifice ran away.

The aboriginal men were surprised and stopped beating drums. The old woman sat up from the ground. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

The aboriginal men quickly put down their drums and stopped dancing. The aboriginal woman who was preparing food also threw away the plate and followed the men to catch up.

In the moonlight, strange pictures appeared.

A young man with black hair was limping on the sand. He held his crotch in one hand and his lung in the other, panting heavily. He was followed by large numbers of aborigines.

The side effects of the heart flow mantra made Hoffa unable to run fast at all. In addition, the hallucinogenic smoke given him by those damned natives made him confused. He just felt the blood flow faster and faster, and his heart beat faster and faster, as if he was about to jump out of his chest.

The natives were shouting and getting closer to him.

Hoffa's raising his hand is a hundred times static, which makes them slow as a tortoise.

However, use the power of time in this state.

The energy consumption was huge. He fell to the ground, fell on the sand, and the sweat on his forehead made his hair wet.

In the thick smoke, he looked breathlessly at the moon in the sky.

The big moon seemed to laugh at him.

I don't regret asking him.

Indeed, he broke away from the curse of the night God and became like a normal person. He would not feel abnormal during the day and night.

But he did not have the blessing of the night God, he will not feel unlimited energy at night, nor will he have amazing, invincible physique.

"Damn it..."

he turned over and crawled to the warehouse of the Peruvian aborigines. He remembered Miranda and the chief counting the green cocoa there.