The volume of the stone tripod itself is the hollow part of the ground. The outer wall of the tripod is still embedded in the stone. As you can imagine, it is engraved with patterns that many people cannot understand. The inner wall of the tripod is smooth.
Mustache didn't know whether the thing in the tripod should be called a person or something else, but it looked more like a mark, a mark of a person.
Mustache thought for a moment before remembering how to describe this mark. It was like a person being thrown into a stone cauldron and burned. The burning was very, very thorough, and in the end there was only a faint trace left. Although the trace of this humanoid was just a
It's a mark, but it's extremely lifelike. Looking at it, it feels like there's really a person lying in the cauldron.
Although these are only traces of a human figure, it makes Mustache look a little worried. The traces are twisted, the torso seems to be twisted at an incredible angle, and the traces of the two hands are trying hard to grab the upper edge of the tripod. However, it seems
There is an invisible force that is too powerful to resist, dragging it.
"I want to go back...I don't want to die here..."
There seemed to be a faint sound of crying in Mustache's ears again. He didn't know how the traces of this human figure were left, but he could feel that some time ago, something might have been trapped in this stone cauldron.
A person is affected by a force, and his final fate is unknown.
This kind of power is obviously invisible and goes beyond common sense. It makes even a simple trace appear distorted, and messy noises appear indistinctly. The mustache involuntarily took a few steps back, and accompanied by this burst of noises,
, there is also an indescribable feeling, that feeling is as if oneself and everything around him have become virtual, being pulled into a chaotic river of time and space.
This feeling made Xiaozhu uneasy, he had felt like this before.
He looked around and guessed that there might be more than one stone tripod like this under the ground, and that they were also part of the huge sundial. That powerful and invisible force might have taken away those people from the Special Affairs Office, otherwise, based on the situation at that time,
The human mind has to crawl back even if it has a breath.
In the past, when the mustache encountered such a situation, it must be studied very carefully and thoroughly, because it has a function similar to the wheel eye and is closely related to the bronze medal incident. But the bronze medal incident at least came to an end in stages.
, what Mustache is looking for now is not these.
He sighed and looked at the trace of a human figure inside the stone cauldron that seemed to have been burned out. The huge sundial-like figure was definitely dangerous. If people from the Special Task Force hadn't touched this restricted area many years ago,
The one who suffers the disaster is probably the mustache. This thing needs to be avoided.
Mustache temporarily abandoned the stone cauldron. Some of the roads behind it were probably smoothed out by people from the special task force, so the walk should be smoother. As we continued walking, there were gradually more human-made traces. Although they were just ruins,
But we can see a kind of prosperity in decline. The Dalut branch suffered a lot in the disaster of Mulacso, but at this time, after several generations of reproduction, the religion has regained its vitality.
It can be seen from some signs along the way that after this religion went through a great disaster, its beliefs underwent a complete change. The themes of some remaining rock paintings and portraits are all Da Lute. Da Lute completely replaced the previous religion.
The gods you believe in truly stand in
The top of the altar. The ancient religion did not establish a country, otherwise it would be the integration of politics and religion. The spiritual leader was also the administrative head. But everything in front of me shows that during the time when the Blood Worship Cult lived here, there must have been at least one
Big Root who is very resourceful and smart.
Mustache didn't know the specific route that the team from the Special Affairs Office took when they came over. He could only follow his own feeling and judgment. The stone walls along the way were all caves. After the areas where the several layers of believers lived on the outside, there were some
It is a place where high-level religious figures are active, and sacrifices occupy a large part of their daily lives. Mustache saw many dug pools. The bottoms of the pools were covered with a thick layer of black impurities. That was after they had completely dried up.
of blood.
This kind of pool is probably not used for sacrifice, and does not conform to the conventional sacrificial occasions and rituals in ancient religions. But judging from the number of pools, it was common to store blood in the pool at that time. The blood stains in each pool
They are several centimeters thick and require a lot of blood. This kind of behavior is time-consuming and meaningless, but the people of the Blood Cult do it happily and take it as their own responsibility. Many people may die after a large amount of blood is drained.
will die, but such activities never stop.
Mustache was thinking that if Great Lute during this period was a man with means and brains, he could not be indifferent to such behavior that seriously damaged the productivity and population of the group. As the supreme ruler of religion, all actions must go through him.
recognition.
If this question really needs an answer, then there may be only one answer. Big Root knows all this, but he wants to cover up some truth through such actions.
Generally speaking, after the area where people with higher status in the religion hang out, it should be the core area. Low buildings made of stones divide the place into several pieces. Behind the edge of the building, there is a somewhat familiar
The intertwined waterways have been manually excavated and guided, but now there is no water, leaving only a shallow trace of water at the bottom.
These waterways were not deep, and it was only waist-deep to jump in, but Mustache did not move. He saw what seemed to be a very long rope not far ahead, with a bunch of things hanging on the rope every ten meters or so. Those
The objects were motionless and looked like people hanging in mid-air. They were wrapped in a layer of cloth that had changed color, and the limbs and faces could not be seen clearly, so it was not certain whether they were hanging corpses.
But looking at these, Mustache naturally thought of human figurines. This thing is also called human cocoon, which is very evil and scary. Some people in western Sichuan who are good at using voodoo will cultivate some human cocoons.
He wanted to turn on the light source brighter and see if there was any place around him that he could go around. Anyway, those hanging things were objectionable. But before he could turn on the light source, Mustache jumped into the nearest waterway, and then
He immediately lay down. He saw several strong beams of light shining far to the left. The light was moving. It must be Lao Zhao's team.
They and Mustache started from the same starting point and went in two different directions. Both parties may have wasted time in the middle. At this time, the progress was virtually parallel. The road ahead was a tight opening. If you wanted to go through, you had to start from
This dry waterway passed. Mustache remained motionless and turned off the light.
Source, the light on the left is slowly moving this way. Lao Zhao's team may not have thought that there would be outsiders here. Their main members are all unorganized and undisciplined. They were temporarily incorporated because of their interests. Once they arrived here
It was revealed that several people were talking loudly and some were smoking.
When the team went around the waterway, they obviously also discovered the row of hanging things in front of them. Like Mustache, they did not move rashly for the time being. They moved this way again and walked to a wider space in the intertwined waterway.
Lao Zhao was the main force in the team's operation. The three Germans accompanying the team were probably asking him what the row of things were.
The Germans' Chinese proficiency is terrible, and Lao Zhao's German proficiency is even worse. They cannot express their opinions and thoughts accurately. After a few words, Lao Zhao became a little impatient. If this is a team that often falls into traps,
Then they might turn a blind eye to the row of hanging things in front of them and try to get around them, because they knew it was not a good thing. But the Germans are famous for their rigor, and the three Germans pointed fingers and grabbed the old man.
Zhao, it seems that we must figure these things out.
Lao Zhao was helpless, and it was impossible to send everyone there at once. He didn't want to get entangled with the Germans, so he sent one person from the team to have a look and come back to fool him. That was the end of it. The one who was sent out
The man put out the cigarette in his hand, took the gun and walked along the waterway in that direction. A German followed behind and took out his camera, trying to take a complete picture of the situation here.
The person sent by Lao Zhao was a fried dough stick. He stopped when he was more than ten meters away from the row of things, but the German behind him was unwilling. He felt that these things were stationary and as long as they
As long as there is no external force to touch it, it doesn't matter much. The guy started to explain that many things in China cannot be viewed from their perspective, and when something happens, it will be too late to regret it.
But the German was very stubborn and insisted on walking to the bottom of the row of things, and then held up the camera to take pictures. The flash burst out a ball of white light. After several shots, the German changed his position and continued to take pictures, leaving the guy
Standing behind helplessly.
As soon as the flash light burst out this time, the mass above their heads fell straight down and landed in the river as high as their chests. This unexpected incident shocked the man, and he forced the German to run away.
The human scalp is very hard, so the guy dragged me and insisted on taking two more pictures. During the few seconds he pressed the shutter, the things on it fell down one after another.
There was only a very shallow layer of water in the river. The corpse-like things fell into the river, just like pieces of dry and cracked wood, and like large pieces of sponge. The moment they fell,
, sucking up all the shallow water at the bottom of the river.