Chen Hu was bored, so he walked around to observe the statue.

This statue is almost the same as the entire mountain, but it is only countless times smaller.

There is also an inscription under the statue, and the words recorded on it always give Chen Hu a feeling of déjà vu, but he can't understand it no matter how he looks at it.

"Can you understand, almighty fandom!" Chen Hu threw the inscription to the fans, and he really looked at it.

"Sky Immigrant Boy ~ Reward x66 Rocket: Is this the legendary Book of Heaven? Tiger Master hurry up and rub it down, maybe he can cultivate into an immortal." ”

"There is no hidden boy ~ reward x56 fish balls: tadpole text? not like it? strange and strange, some are quite similar, the words of the ancient Tang Dynasty. ”

"Coarse noodle ginger soup boy ~ reward x3333 shark fin: Tubo is on the Tibetan side, this is likely to be Tubo. ”

"The strongest foreign language boy~ reward x8 plane: yes! Tubo language!, etc. Ancient Tang Dynasty Chinese? No, I have to find a few people to study and study together. ”

"Small Language Research Institute: Oh my God, what did I see. Princess Wencheng is not dead!"

"Wang Dongdong's fool: if she hadn't died, wouldn't she be a monster now. What the hell is going on upstairs? Don't be scary. ”

……

In the live broadcast room, you and I completely exploded one sentence at a time, and it was naturally this inscription that surrounded it.

Although they said it was chaotic, Chen Hu still sorted out the information.

This is an ancient picture.

Princess Wencheng married Tubo in the Tang Dynasty, and the Tibetan civilization was backward, and she lived there for forty years, and her life was unfortunately run through.

And in his forty years, thirty-one of them were widowed alone, and the most beautiful and youthful Shao Hua was buried in the snowy plateau of Pangbang.

As the empress dowager, Princess Wencheng was rumored to have suffered from smallpox, which was not cured at that time, and then Tubo held a grand wedding for her.

Not really.

Princess Wencheng did not die, she was almost old, and she went to the depths of the snowfield to complete such a miracle.

However, the news that she had smallpox was true, and she went to the depths of the snowfield in order not to fight for this glimmer of life.

Vitality comes from above, praying to the great god of the snow.

Afraid that the heavens would not see her, she built a huge statue. At the beginning, she was powerful in Tibet, bringing out almost 10,000 people, and when this statue was completed, there were less than 1,000 people alive.

These 1,000 people are the predecessor of this small indigenous tribe, and after an unknown number of years of natural and man-made disasters, there are finally only more than 30 people left.

The scale of nearly 10,000 people has become less than 100 people, and Princess Wencheng's ruthlessness can be seen.

……

When Chen Hu looked up at this statue again, her beauty had turned into a kind of cruelty, and the beautiful illusions in his heart were immediately shattered.

That peerless woman is just an executioner with a vicious heart.

The live broadcast room seems to have fallen into a kind of riot, and all kinds of research institutes and researchers are complaining, persuading Chen Hu to let him provide coordinates.

True and false, false and true, Chen Hu naturally will not believe it at will.

He didn't have to remember the coordinates at all, and he could walk this long snowy road again with his eyes closed.

At this time, the sacrifice of the aborigines was about to begin, and at the order of the aboriginal chief, the head of the yak was cut off with a knife.

There is not a trace of heartache, there is not a trace of hesitation, and even with sublime emotions.

I don't know how this generation of ideological brainwashing has reached such heights.

The blood of the yak flowed out like a pillar and fell into the small groove of the crescent-shaped altar, and it seemed that the sound of a mechanism sounded.

Suddenly, a white light came from the top and shone on the crescent moon.

The sky opened, and when you looked up, you could see the golden eagle soaring above the daytime.

The sacrifice began.

The only dozen or so people who remained knelt on the ground in the shape of a half-moon, muttering a language that Chen Hu did not understand, like chanting a mantra and singing.

After a while, a female native woman stood up, and it was the woman Chen Hu could save when the wolf plague came.

She looked solemn, took off all the clothes on her body, and could see the trembling of her pores in the cold wind, but her body did not flinch in the slightest, as if walking in the summer heat.

She was covered in patterns of unknown origin, and when he reached the altar, he began to dance.

Her dance is completely different from Deng Shuang's, full of beauty at the same time, permeated with a kind of weirdness.

It was as if her head and her limbs were completely incapacitated by her body, and she could drive her body at any angle.

All kinds of difficult actions are easy to come by.

The dance lasted for an hour, and the natives sang for an hour.

When the dance was over, the woman's face was snow-white, and when she calmly put on her clothes, she fainted.

Then someone helped her against the wall, covered her with thick clothes, and then began to put the cow's head, the beef, the wolf's head, the wolf's meat, and the red pine cone on the altar.

After another round of kneeling, the body of the golden eagle above the sky suddenly appeared, leaned over and grabbed the body of the yak and rose into the sky.

With a cry of the eagle it vanished.

It seems that the ceremony is also over.

Chen Hu was staring at the three snow lotuses, and he tiptoed close to the pool, when he was about to stretch out his hand.

A warbler's cry permeated my ears.

He looked up and saw that the golden eagle had returned to the sky at some point, staring at him with sharp eyes.

The indigenous patriarch hurriedly ran over, grabbed Chen Hu's hand, and kept shaking his head and dancing.

Chen Hu told him in various ways that this snow lotus was very important to him.

It's about the lives of a dozen people in their line.

The indigenous patriarch understood, but eventually shook his head. Just when Chen Hu was about to forcibly obtain the snow lotus.

The indigenous patriarch called a teenager over, and the two exchanged for a while, and finally danced at Chen Hu again.

Chen Hu understood, what he meant was that there was a place on this mountain where snow lotus grew, and they could go and pick it together, but it was absolutely impossible to move here.

When the time comes, not only will the golden eagles take the initiative to stop them, but even those savages will not let them go.

Since there were snow lotuses elsewhere, Chen Hu naturally wouldn't choose to forcibly pick them in front of a beast's eyes.

A golden eagle is definitely not an opponent, not to mention that there are three snow-capped mountain savages outside.

After three steps and one kneeling, everyone finally slowly withdrew from the main hall.

The savages closed the door again, and the beauty and antiquity inside were once again sealed in the dust.

When they came out, the place where they stayed was naturally the woman's shoulder.

And what they call Snow Lotus and on the other shoulder of the woman.

After all, it is an ancient man, and manpower is limited, and it is difficult to complete the entire statue after all.

The front and entire head of the statue that Chen Hu saw before, and the back of the entire mountain is actually just a primitive mountain.