Such a word without beginning or end confused me. If I analyze it from the literal meaning, it is a coordinate indicating the direction and distance, and the complicated fonts indicate that they were carved here two thousand years ago.
.It’s just that I don’t have time to continue thinking about it. As long as I pause for a moment, the blood-patterned pottery from behind will come like a shadow. I can’t tell what kind of power these things use to move, but it is obvious that they have an impact on my wrist.
I am afraid of rags. Right now, this is the only magic weapon I can rely on to survive.
I subconsciously looked towards the east. I didn't believe at all that this was God's sudden instruction to escape. So I weighed the importance and gave up on those four words for the time being, focusing on dealing with the blood-patterned pottery.
According to my original idea, I circled around a broken pillar many times, then exerted my strength, using my hands and feet together, and climbed up while holding the pillar. The broken pillar was about three meters high. When I
After climbing up, several blood-patterned pottery statues gathered around the pillar and stood still, motionless, as if they had been standing here for thousands of years.
I was finally able to take a good breath, but after squatting on the pillar for ten minutes, I felt that it was not much easier than on the flat ground. The cross-section of the pillar was sloping, so it took effort to stand firm, and I couldn't stand well like this.
Stay still, I have to make some noise from time to time, because I don't want these blood-striped pottery to give up on me and turn to trouble Zhao Yingjun.
After staying on the pillar for about twenty minutes, the last thing I wanted to see happened. The flashlight in my hand ran out of power and suddenly went out, and the surroundings suddenly became dark. I was so nervous that I didn't dare to breathe.
, it felt quite bad, as if I was standing on a dark island, surrounded by crocodiles with their bloody mouths open.
Time seemed to have frozen. Without personal experience, one would not be able to feel the loneliness of this fear. The darkness seemed to have compressed the air, making it hard to breathe. I had no idea, and I would cough loudly every once in a while. This was attracting people.
Blood-patterned Tao is also telling myself: You are still alive.
I don’t know how much time passed, but my legs were numb from squatting on the pillar, but I didn’t dare to move at will. At this time, a bright beam of light suddenly lit up from the center of the sacrificial site not far away.
It was like a sun that instantly melted most of the fear in my heart.
"You finally fucking woke up!" I yelled over there.
"What's the situation?" Zhao Yingjun's reply came from the other side, and he spoke clearly. Fortunately, he had been taking drugs in the past, otherwise even if he woke up, he wouldn't be able to wake up so neatly, and he would have to be confused for at least a while.
I squatted on the pillar and shouted the situation to him quickly. Zhao Yingjun walked towards me a little, so I jumped down and rushed towards him.
"These are just trivial matters." Zhao Yingjun stretched out his hand: "Give me the rag."
He took the rag, wrapped it in his hand, and strode towards the blood-patterned pottery. It was the same rag, but it was completely different in Zhao Yingjun's hands. He raised his fist and smashed it against a blood-patterned pottery.
I saw that the heavy blood-patterned pottery seemed to have come to life in an instant. I was very frightened of Zhao Yingjun and even retreated little by little. It was simply the reaction of a living person when he was threatened.
"Come out!" Zhao Yingjun had a murderous look on his face, and there was no trace of obscenity on his face. He knocked down the blood-patterned pottery statue with one punch, then grabbed the pottery figurine's forehead and pulled it suddenly.
There seemed to be something invisible to me suddenly on his hand. Zhao Yingjun pinched the invisible thing tightly and slowly raised it above his head. I held a flashlight behind him to illuminate him. When the light shone on Zhao Yingjun's body,
, a thin and blurry halo seemed to appear above his head.
There is a vague shadow in the halo, like a puff of smoke, so light that it can be blown away by blowing a breath. If you don't look carefully, you won't notice this smoke-like shadow twisting back and forth at all.
It was held tightly by Zhao Yingjun and could not escape.
"Did you see it? This thing is causing trouble." Zhao Yingjun's arms were also shaking violently. That kind of shaking was no longer something a normal body could produce, but his consciousness was very clear and he clearly had the initiative.
When Zhao Yingjun's arm shook to a considerable extent, he suddenly shouted loudly and punched it out. In the halo, I saw the almost imperceptible shadow, which dispersed like a wisp of light.
The green smoke blended into the surrounding air, leaving no trace of it.
Boom...
The moment the green smoke-like shadow was dispersed, several blood-patterned pottery statues around him fell to the ground. Zhao Yingjun stood there and thought for a while, then turned and walked back.
"There should be no trouble." Zhao Yingjun fiddled with the rag a few times and handed it to me: "You better take it."
The two of us returned to the pillar. Zhao Yingjun gave me half a piece of chocolate, but there was no fuel, so I could only drink it with some cold water. I swallowed the food in two mouthfuls and asked him what he had gained from taking drugs this time.
"Their sacrifice seems to be for this broken stone." Zhao Yingjun pointed to the clear cracks on the ground.
In the same environment, the memory of shadows cannot be so comprehensive, because they can only notice what happens in a certain area, just like when people observe a vast scene, they cannot have an overview of the whole situation and can only focus on a certain area.
Only by looking at one place can you memorize the complete process. When Zhao Yingjun interprets those memories, he will definitely not be as clear as watching a movie. What I heard is the shadow memory after he compiled and supplemented it with brain supplements. The shadow has an IQ
, they only attack lone people or small groups. Once there are too many people, the shadows will flee or hide. What Zhao Yingjun interpreted happened to be this part about the sacrificial site.
In Shadow's memory, there are dense crowds, and countless torches illuminate the huge underground space. It is not known how many people there are, but at least they are in units of tens of thousands. There is no doubt that the Qin people carried out large-scale campaigns here.
Large-scale construction, and it is by no means as simple as building a sacrificial site.
These Qin people were digging, but it was unclear whether their purpose of digging was like the Xihai River Project. The center of the sacrificial site was also used as a construction site, but not long after the construction started, they dug out a huge stone from some rocks.
Independent of stones in rock formations.
That stone is like a wall more than three meters wide and four meters high. Ordinary stones will be broken during construction and moved to other places, but this stone is obviously not ordinary. The people of Qin used it for a long time.
Looking at this stone.
"I can't see the details of this stone clearly from Shadow's memory, but..." Zhao Yingjun paused and said, "I feel like there is a pair of black eyes on it."
"Is it the original carrier of the curse?"
"There is no way to be sure, because our clue is just an ancient memory that has been passed down, not an actual object."
The appearance of this stone disrupted the construction plan of the Qin people. They studied the stone for a long time and could not figure out why. Because of this, the construction site was moved elsewhere, and the place was temporarily free. I heard
When we were here, I guessed that they had no clue, so they fed back the situation and let the higher-ups decide. The Qin Dynasty was a dynasty with strict legal system, and few people working below dared to make arbitrary decisions.
There is no concept of time in my memory, but based on the background analysis, it may be that shortly after the stone was discovered, someone cut it off from the root and transported it away using a round pillar like a roller.
"Wait a minute." I stopped Zhao Yingjun from continuing because a very strange idea flashed through my mind.
"What's wrong?"
"Let me think about it, think about it..." I can't say whether my idea is correct, but if Zhao Yingjun didn't misinterpret this memory, I think this idea is very possible.
After I sorted out the clues before and after, my face turned a little pale. It was not fear, but excitement, and an inexplicable excitement.
"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Yingjun waved his hand in front of my eyes.
"That's right." I came back to my senses and said to him: "It happened two thousand years ago, and it has not been recorded in official history. No one can say what the real situation was at that time. But I will make an inference. I think
, I know what the sacrifices here are about."
"Oh? Tell me about it."
I know that the exploration of this incident in the Qin Dynasty was completely ordered by the supreme ruler at the time, Qin Shihuang. If there was a concept of a working group at that time, Qin Shihuang was the unyielding leader. Therefore, he should completely control the construction situation here.
Know.
That strange stone made the top leader at the construction site unable to make a decision. If he wanted to report the situation, he would inevitably report it to the emperor. After that, the builders cut off the stone and transported it away.
The emperor's will, otherwise no one would dare to do this. In other words, all this was ordered by the emperor.
So, the stone was transported from here, and its destination was 100% Xianyang, the capital of Qin at that time. Qin Shihuang was busy with everything, and it was impossible for him to travel so far to see the stone in person, so he ordered the stone to be transported back to the capital.
You can see this large stone with a pair of black eyes painted on it in the palace.
"It seems to make sense." Zhao Yingjun stroked his beard, and after thinking about it for a while, he agreed with my opinion.
Of course, these analyzes of mine are entirely based on the clues I got from Xiaoning, Jin Pingmei, and Chen Yu.
"Once the stone is transported back to the capital and seen by the emperor in person, you should know what will happen." I said to Zhao Yingjun: "No one can be exempted, even if he is an emperor with a high status."
"I understand! This is so fucking subversive." Zhao Yingjun grinned, as if he had revealed an eternal mystery: "Qin Shihuang is cursed by a ghost!"