Again, it highlights the extraordinary significance and value of these gold statues. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It is likely that it is one of the sacrifices as sacrifices, and sacrifice is an absolutely indispensable part of these primitive tribes, especially those precious things will be generously regarded as sacrifices and thrown to the gods in their hearts.

Looking at these exquisite works of art in front of him, Chen Hai was secretly frightened, after experiencing the scene of dozens of tons of gold before, he would not be so exaggerated now, but he was a little indifferent in his heart.

Now, slowly for a long time, Chen Hai feels more and more from the bottom of his heart that money is a string of numbers, and now he has these exquisite handicrafts, whether they are gold or pottery, it is a hobby, more of a hobby.

There are more than 100 exquisite handicrafts in total, most of which are used for sacrifices, and some even have black blood stains on them, which Chen Hai can't wipe off. It seems that the legends of the sacrifice of the living are not false, but true.

There is also a small pile of gems, sparkling, Chen Hai roughly counted, a total of one hundred and twenty gems, different sizes, rubies, sapphires, agate, etc., the big ones are almost half the size of a fist, and the smaller ones are the size of quail eggs, all of which are boutiques.

Looking at these treasures on the whole, we can see that their primitive aura is the treasure of the ancient Indians, and looking at them is like seeing the grand sacrificial scene, sacred and bloody.

Holding a scepter-like gold stick, Tatsumi looked at the red end on it, originally thought it was a ruby, but when he got closer, he realized that it was not a ruby, nor was it another gem, but it seemed to be dyed by bright red dye, and the entire end of the scepter was bright red, fused with the golden body.

The bright red color hit Chen Hai's eyeballs, as if dyeing the pupils inside red, looking at it in a daze, and a monstrous wave surged in his heart.

On this piece of bright red, Chen Hai felt the breath of blood, and the faint smell of blood has not been erased even by time.

This is all dyed with the blood of virgins, to be able to dye one end of a scepter so blood-red, the blood required must be unimaginable, I am afraid that at least hundreds of virgins have given their lives for this, to be able to make such blood for a hundred years without falling, not only the stickiness of the blood, but also with the Indians' heartfelt belief in the gods.

Chen Hai saw the mark of a person's handprint at the top of the scepter, and was secretly shocked that someone was holding such a bloody scepter.

But then I figured it out, the tribe that can feed its own people alive to the gods is no different from the legendary cannibals, blood, violence is their best means, maybe those sacrificed boys and girls are still willing!

This scepter, if I am not mistaken, should be used by the leader of the tribe, and it is used to command other tribesmen on weekdays, and it is placed on it when it is time to sacrifice, as a medium of communication with the gods, and it can be said that it is a very important part of the Indian tribe.

It has the meaning of divine authority of kings, and the scepter represents the gods, and the power is entrusted to the chief.

There is also a scene of sacrifice on the scepter, and there is also a scene of the leader exercising power, which indicates its role.

Chen Hai held the scepter, his spirit seemed to have returned to hundreds of years ago, and a scene appeared in front of him, standing on the highest place, holding this scepter in his hand, and there were groups of yellow-skinned Indians crawling below, one by one, sparsely dressed, chanting ancient prayers in their mouths, buzzing, several girls tied to the pillars in front, a lake in front, crawling with terrifying crocodiles crawling below, one by one with their hideous mouths open and waiting for the meat to come.

I saw that the scepter in my hand was slowly placed on the platform at the top, and as the fire began to burn and the prayer ended, people got up from the ground like zombies and picked up the gold utensils and crafts placed next to them, and then lined up and threw them into the lake in front of them in an inexplicable order.

The last pillars were lifted, and on them were beautiful Indian maidens, all of whom were pale, but could not hide the frenzy in their eyes, and looked at the lake in front of them from a distance, as if they had seen a god, and their mouths were slowly carried by shouting meaningless words with the other tribesmen, like slogans.

After being thrown into the lake money, there will be a wound on the wrist, and the girl's blood will be drained, leaving it in a pottery, and then Chen Hai will see himself holding the scepter, walk over and soak one end of the scepter in it, and after a while, the bright red end will be taken out. So over and over again, hundreds of times, even more bright red and annoying.

As the blood flowed out, the girl's face became even paler, and her cheeks were a little shriveled and sunken.

When there was no blood flowing out, the long-awaited clansmen threw the pillar and the girl into the lake, and the crocodiles below swam restlessly, obviously they had adapted to such a thing, enough to see the number of sacrifices, and the number of maidens who died.

After a while, a mist of blood burst open, and the body was drowned in the crocodile.

Look here, Chen Hai above first raised the scepter and shouted, and the clansmen behind him also responded excitedly, and a huge voice vibrated from the inside, spreading this, carrying their belief in the gods to the distance.

Seeing this, Chen Hai's spiritual power was sucked out again, and the process just now seemed to be a dream, and one scene after another appeared in his mind, and he couldn't believe it.

Chen Hai shook his head, looking at the scepter in his hand suspiciously, the blood red seemed to be a little lighter.

I looked at the watch in my hand again and was stunned.

The hands of the watch are pointing squarely at the five o'clock scale, which was obviously only four o'clock just now.

Thinking of what he had just experienced, Chen Hai shook his head.

It seems that he was tricked, everything just now is not fake, but true, not that Chen Hai himself is really involved, but those pictures are real.

These images are stored in the scepter, and when Chen Hai touches it slightly with his own spiritual power, it accidentally triggers the spiritual power inside. The spiritual power in it doesn't have its own consciousness, and when it comes to Chen Hai's spiritual power, it's like finding an outlet, and it gushes out frantically, following Chen Hai's spiritual power, into his brain.

Normal ordinary people do not have such abnormalities, but ............