As they got closer, the archaeological team members suddenly had such a feeling, the footsteps were getting closer and closer, as if they were sounding behind them, and there seemed to be a little cool wind gently brushing the necks of the archaeological team members. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The fear that I can't help but know that there is no one behind me is too real.

Suddenly there were people in the dense forest, and it was a little crowded in the dense forest, as if many people were pouring out of it at once, and the archaeological team members unconsciously shrank into the darkness, so as not to be discovered.

It was the villagers, their eyes filled with piety and fanaticism, like fanatics, and no obstacle could stop their faith.

The footsteps were slight, but the villagers were walking very fast, and it didn't look like they were walking, but more like they were floating, and if it weren't for the fact that the villagers were all on the ground, the archaeological team members would have thought they were floating.

Professor Liu instantly understood that these villagers had faith, and what they believed in might be the statue on the altar.

Moving his gaze slightly upward, on the octagonal base with a thickness of about one meter, its carving can be called a miracle!

It can be seen that this altar is carved out of a huge stone little by little, and above the base, there are eight stone pillars in each of the eight directions, and the stone pillars are entwined with things, like dragons in Chinese myths and legends, like snakes, and at the same time like vines, winding upwards.

Next to each stone pillar, there are two half-human-high circular stone platforms, which are similar to the transparent texture, and you can see the liquid flowing slowly, and the liquid seems to reflect another world.

In the center, there is a particularly tall statue, which is submerged in the darkness, even if the miserable green light is bright, it cannot dispel the darkness on its body, but in the dark, it feels that there are eyes shooting out of it, watching everyone.

It's a strange feeling, because when you look closely at the statue in the center, you suddenly feel like you're looking at a void of darkness where there's nothing.

Below the statue, there are circles of ceramic jars, from large to small, in a spiral, one circle of black and one circle of white, and you will be dizzy after looking at it for a long time.

The chanting voice changed again, becoming monotonous like the sound of reciting scriptures, and monosyllabic tones spit out from the mouths of the villagers, sometimes light, sometimes heavy, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, light as dragonfly water, heavy as Mount Tai pressing the top, fast as the wind and thunder, slow as the moon in Langang.

The first person was the old village chief, who led a group of villagers to the front of the altar, but it happened to be a position that the archaeological team members could not see, and they could only vaguely see the old village chief, who ascended the altar through the steps and made a particularly solemn salute.

The archaeological team members looked at each other, what should they do now?

Professor Liu didn't say anything, and expressed his decision with actions, only to see him cautiously take advantage of the cover of night to venture under the altar.

The whole process is quite fast, it takes a short time, and it doesn't make any sound, which shows how good it is, the distance from the altar here is not close, more than ten meters away, in normal times it may be a dozen steps, it is nothing, but it is different here.

Professor Liu's move, there are also archaeological team members behind him who can't bear it, and they follow up with their skills, of course, if they are not good enough, they don't have the confidence and qualifications to follow.

Professor Liu lowered his body as much as possible, and his fingers gently stroked the base of the altar, the tentacles were soft, smooth, with a hint of coldness, I couldn't see what material it was, it seemed to be a rock, but it didn't look like it by the touch.

The feeling, like caressing jelly, was soft, as if it would break at the slightest poke, but it was elastic, and the miserable green light seemed to seep out from the depths of the inside.

The surface of the relief is very smooth, every corner is polished very bright, but the shadow of a person is not reflected, the light seems to be refracted from another world, so real, Professor Liu's gaze can vaguely see something through the appearance.

Is it a hideous and bloody smiling face? Or is it a grimace that seems to cry but not cry, or does it seem to smile but not laugh? Will it be something even more terrifying? As long as Professor Liu himself does not say it, no one will ever know what he sees.

Everyone in the world is different, even the twins of Zai Xiang are different, there are no two people in this world who are exactly the same, so everyone sees things through this is not the same, and it will never be repeated.

The archaeological team members behind followed one after another, lowering their bodies and observing the reliefs.

Historically, it represents faith, especially if it has not been circulated to the outside world, such things are rare, what can the relief do, narrative, appreciation, commemoration, no matter which one it is, it has great research value, and a lot of useful information can be found from it.

The patterns used for decoration and the content of the reliefs complement each other in a surprisingly harmonious way, in fact, in the eyes of the archaeological team, these two things should not be together.

"Professor, how did you say this came to be, what are these things? It's amazing!" Ye Chen whispered to Professor Liu, who was looking at the relief with his whole body.

The observation was interrupted, Professor Liu's attention was distracted, he was very unhappy, and asked softly: "You ask me, how do I know, I am not a god, like the thousand-year-old mystery Hongmen Banquet, the truth has not been found out until now?"

Ye Chen was suffocated, the thousand-year-old mystery Hongmen Banquet? Isn't it just to know why Xiang Yu wanted to let Liu Bang go at the Hongmen Banquet in the first place? The predecessors thought that this was because Xiang Yu did not listen to his advice, was arrogant, and pretentious, but this year, many scholars discussed that Xiang Yu let Liu Bang go too much because of his nostalgia, because Liu Bang and he had been colleagues, and there were Taoyuan three alliances, brotherly covenants, so I couldn't bear it, and some people thought that Xiang Yu let Liu Bang go out of consideration for the situation at that time.

But in Ye Chen's opinion, maybe Xiang Yu drank wine for a while, his brain was funny, and he was confused, and it is estimated that he will regret it to Liu Bang.

Ye Chen knew that Professor Liu was a little unhappy about his disturbance, but he was too curious.

The bell stopped, the bell stopped ringing, Professor Liu was excited, look at the sky, yesterday the bell stopped about the time when the sun came out, time passed so fast?

The sky was still dreary, and the sun had no intention of coming out, Professor Liu was stunned for a moment, and then looked at his watch, 01:15, not yet morning.

There is still a long time until tomorrow morning, and this bell did not stop at this time yesterday, Professor Liu frowned.

For a period of time after the bell stopped, there was a brief silence, the silence was terrible, you couldn't feel your heartbeat, you couldn't hear your own breathing, the sound of chanting scriptures, because the bell disappeared, it also disappeared for a while, during this time, the silence was so permeating, the silence was so quiet that you couldn't feel anything, the loneliness, the desolation, the loneliness, the tide that came like a tide, wanted to drown you under its waves, and you couldn't give birth to the slightest resistance.