"Look!" Luota's kick broke the peace of the sacrificial city at night.
The four people gathered around the pillars and saw that there were some small characters on each pillar. Luota was sure that these small characters were definitely not there before. During the day, everyone checked carefully and found that there were absolutely no such characters on those five pillars.
The pillars are very smooth.
Why do these small words appear at night? Is it also candlelight?
This character has a weird shape. With Dai Yuan’s level of knowledge, she still can’t tell what language it is. Is it the official script in Chinese? None, it looks like Chinese characters at all...is it a symbol of primitive people? No, it’s not either.
Symbols... the languages of ethnic minorities, Mongolian, Tibetan, Manchu... they don't look alike.
"Luo Ta, do you know him?" Hope rests on Luo Ta, this knowledgeable person.
"Well, I really don't want to say it, but I have to say regretfully that I don't know you." Luota...
"I really miss Bai Spider's beautiful singing voice and sexy body..." Yuehua said.
Fortunately, everyone didn't eat anything, otherwise they would all have vomited it out.
At this moment, everyone was carefully studying the words on the pillars, trying to see some clues. Suddenly, a cloud passed by, blocking the moon, and the lights of the sacrificial city became darker and darker.
At the moment that no one expected, when people thought that everything in front of them would not disappear, when the clouds completely passed by and enveloped the moon, and there was no more light on the water as quiet as dead water, the lights of the sacrificial city were also there.
They all went out at the same moment.
Luo Ta took out the fire stick. He wanted to light the fire candles, but they couldn't be lit. It was like a collective strike. It was simply a collective strike!
Dai Yuan always felt that there was something unusual about these fires and these 372 lamps, but she didn't realize it for a while. Now she saw that the fire breakers from the falling tower were ineffective against these lamps!
She suddenly understood what was the difference between these lights and ordinary lights. The flame core of ordinary candles was golden yellow, and the color became darker as it went inward, while the outer flame showed a light yellow color.
Although the outer flames of the candles here are also light yellow, their flame cores are shining with green light. At first glance, they look like countless individual ghosts floating in this strange and unpredictable room!