The fat man was startled and became anxious, "Fuck! The toad is coming, Lao Hu, you two come here quickly!"
At the same time as the words came out.
Only seen.
Starting from the water plants, all the way to a section of water under the huge barrier, there was a roar, and it was almost boiling in an instant...
The next second, one after another, the toads were astonishingly large and ugly, chasing each other, or suddenly jumped out of the water, or directly poked their heads out of the water, and spat out.
Scarlet tongues several feet long attacked the group of midges the size of dragonflies.
In the blink of an eye, as the boiling level of the water surface increased rapidly, who knows how many midges were violently rolled up by the long scarlet tongue and entered the mouths of each toad, becoming their dinner...
Witnessing this scene.
It should be said or not, even though he knew that this scene would happen and had some mental preparation in advance, Ding Ze couldn't help but feel his scalp numb and his whole body felt very uncomfortable.
no way.
Ding Ze had no choice but to look away silently and simply lowered his head to look at the stone platform at his feet.
At this moment, Hu Bayi and Shirley Yang, who were still severely frightened, climbed onto the stone platform with extremely solemn expressions.
'Everyone is here.'
I muttered something silently, because I knew that those disgusting big toads would have to be eaten for a long time and I couldn't stop for a while...
After thinking for a while, Ding Ze whispered, "This doesn't seem to be an ordinary stone platform."
After saying that, he squatted down decisively, holding the black gold dagger, and began to clean up the vines entangled on the stone platform and the wet moss that had grown.
The black gold dagger was very sharp. After a while, a small area was cleared, allowing part of the polished pattern on the stone platform to appear.
See Mo Hua.
Shirley Yang, who was most interested in this aspect, naturally stared at it immediately, "What is recorded above seems to be a sacrificial ceremony..."
"Well," Ding Ze heard this and responded softly, "Looking at the situation, this stone platform should be a special altar."
Shirley Yang didn't say anything anymore, but her eyes widened a little. While observing the painting carefully, she moved her head slowly so that the spotlight on the mountaineering helmet could give Ding Ze some light.
Ding Ze moved quickly. Although the altar was not small in area, its total area was only that small.
Time passes gradually.
About two minutes later, all the paintings on the altar appeared in the field of vision of the four people.
Shirley Yang basically said that Ding Ze cleaned up a piece and she looked at it. At this moment, she could basically see the general content of the painting.
Seeing it, Shirley Yang took the initiative to speak at this time, "What these paintings describe is indeed an ancient sacrificial ceremony, and the object of the sacrifice should be a mountain god."
Shirley Yang said, pointing to one of the paintings, which showed a tall, black-faced figure with big ears and a high nose, a lot of thick hair on his face, and a skull in his mouth.
Hu Bayi and Fatty saw it.
The fat man had a voice, "Hey, isn't this guy the statue in the mountain temple? It seems that this gourd cave is his territory... This old man Xian Wang really thinks of himself as a god, let such a mountain god
He is responsible for guarding the secret passage and treats the mountain god as a watchdog."
The fat man said this, making himself laugh as he spoke, smiling to himself and shaking his head.
Hu Bayi saw it and said: "╮(╯▽╰)╭...Fat man, please stop talking nonsense. We are on this guy's territory now and have pissed him off. Be careful he comes to settle the score with you."
"Also, you made a mistake. Judging from the style of these paintings, they must have been earlier than Xian Wang's arrival in this area. They were not made by Xian Wang."
"The mountain god has been in this gourd cave a long time ago."
Fatty: "o((⊙﹏⊙))o"
Fatty didn't know much about these things, so he was a little confused for a while.
Shirley Yang glanced at the fat man and said, "Fat man, Old Nonsense is right. These paintings must have been at least three thousand years ago... The statue of the mountain god in the mountain temple outside should be based on the paintings of King Xian.
The image inside was created.”
After saying that, seeing that the fat man didn't say anything, Shirley Yang withdrew her gaze, looked at the mohua again, and continued, "Although most of the mohua on this altar are relatively damaged due to their age and environmental problems here.
serious."
"But if you look carefully at these paintings," Shirley Yang pointed to some of the polished paintings, gesturing to Hu Bayi and Fatty, "you can still barely tell that Mr. Ding's guess is correct."
"This underground space is indeed gourd-shaped as a whole. And the place we entered is indeed the bottom of the gourd."
Hu Bayi and Fatty followed the direction of Shirley Yang's finger and looked carefully. They quickly saw it and nodded one after another.
Seeing that there were no ink marks, Shirley Yang moved her body and walked to the edge of the altar. "The focus is on the last two paintings. We are lucky. These two paintings are still complete. You can see some similarities with this gourd."
Important information about the cave.”
Hearing this, Hu Bayi and Fatty both looked over.
Ding Ze knew what it was about, but as the saying goes, when it's time to act, you have to act in harmony, so he also read it.
For a time, four people and eight eyes all fell on the last two paintings, moving slowly.
soon.
In order, the extremely weird scene depicted in the penultimate painting emerged bit by bit.
The scene begins.
A group of natives with feathers on their heads, holding long poles in their hands, appeared on the underground river in the gourd cave in a small boat.
On the small boat, there were many large toads tied tightly.
All these toads had their mouths wide open, looking extremely frightened.
A man wearing a horned helmet, who should be the leader, commanded several natives with feathers on their heads. At the same time, he used a long pole to hang up large toads, lifted the toads into the air, and stretched them into a black hole on the stone wall.
In the hole of anger.
The scene continues.
Immediately following the small boat on which a group of natives were riding, a second small boat appeared behind them. On the second small boat were several toads that had become much smaller and shriveled, as if they had been drained to death.
This is the end of the first polishing painting.
After the fat man finished reading, he couldn't help but said, "Are these people feeding toads to the mountain gods? Why do the mountain gods here have such a unique taste?"
As soon as Hu Bay heard it, there was a voice, "But this corresponds to the scene in the mountain temple. The mountain ghosts on both sides of the mountain god statue, one is holding a stone gourd, and the other is holding a big toad... the gourd represents
It’s the gourd hole, and the toad represents food.”
After hearing the words, the fat man immediately laughed, "Haha, when I was in the mountain temple, I said that toads are the food of the mountain god, but you didn't believe it at the time!"
"How about it, now you know how smart I am, Fatty!"
The fat man said this, and the embarrassment in his words couldn't be too clear.