Zhao Fei pulled out the pickaxe from his waist, and when he was about to throw his arm and smash it against the wall, he fell to the ground.

Zhao Fei felt a splitting headache, he could move his lower limbs when he moved, it seemed that there was no fracture, it turned out that he fell on a pile of sand.

He got up and picked up the pickaxe that had fallen to the side, and found that there was a small object next to the pickaxe, which he had not lost.

Zhao Fei picked it up and observed, there was a small telescope on one side and a small mirror on the other, probably a sextant.

Maybe it was the person who fell here before, Zhao Fei speculated, and put it in his pocket.

He took a few steps forward, many people in purple clothes gathered around to observe something, Zhao Fei carefully looked at the faces that were not Chinese, could it be that there were really legendary Phoenicians who had disappeared here?

He took refuge behind a stone pillar to avoid being discovered by those men.

I don't know where everyone else has gone, Zhao Fei continued to observe behind the stone pillar, and saw a strangely dressed person holding up a child, chanting an unintelligible language, and there were words that sounded like a mantra.

In front of the child is a statue of the bull-headed god with a kiln-like structure at the base of the statue, and a raging fire is burning in the kiln.

This must be some kind of mysterious ritual, Zhao Fei thought.

Suddenly, he saw that the strangely dressed man actually tied the child to the roasted idol, which was the same cruel punishment used by the king in the "List of Gods", which was a sacrifice.

"Stop!"

Zhao Fei shouted, and those in purple clothes turned to look at him almost at the same time, all with red eyes and fangs.

Zhao Fei thought badly, turned around and ran.

But his legs seemed to be stuck to the ground and he couldn't move, and seeing the group of people staring at them with red eyes, they all stretched out their hands to grab themselves, and he felt countless hands pinch his neck, and he was out of breath......

"Zhao Fei!Zhao Fei!" A familiar voice floated in his ears, as if it was Lin Wei's voice, with a somewhat stereo feeling, flickering far and near.

Zhao Fei, who was unconscious, pinched his neck with both hands, his face was flushed, Lin Wei knelt beside him, and he couldn't break his hands even hard. "Smack!"

With a crisp sound, red five finger prints appeared on Zhao Fei's face.

Zhao Fei let go of his hands, coughed one after another, slowly opened his eyes, and saw Lin Wei's face, which seemed to be far and near, he stretched out his hand to touch the side of her face, wanting to confirm whether it was real or illusory......

"Smack!" There was another crisp sound, Zhao Fei felt a hot pain on his face, and rubbed his side face, "Am I in heaven?"

"Smack!" Zhao Fei was doused with ice water.

"Have you made enough trouble, hurry up!" was Li Ling's voice, Zhao Fei was pulled up by him and sat on the sand.

He covered his face and recalled the scene just now.

"Zhao Fei, are you okay?" said Lin Wei anxiously.

"Cannon branding, I saw cannon branding, it's terrible!" Zhao Fei said with his face still covered.

"What, what?" Li Ling looked dazed, he wondered if Zhao Fei had gone somewhere else in the process of sliding just now?

"It's the kind of punishment used by the king in "Fengshen Bang", tying people to a burning red iron pillar and torturing them to death, which is extremely cruel. Zhao Fei looked at Li Ling and said.

"In the process of sliding just now, there are many patterns on the walls of the slide, which is easy to make people hallucinate and enter a hypnotic state. Lin Wei looked at Zhao Fei's appearance and speculated.

"There were a lot of people dressed in purple in a circle, and in a moment a strangely dressed man lifted up a child and kept shouting, "Zadu, Zadu!", and behind this man was a statue of a bull-headed god, and the base of the statue was a kiln-like structure, and a raging fire was burning in the kiln.

The strangely dressed man tied the child to the roasted idol, and the child kept screaming, and suddenly the men found me and ran to grab me, and I was awakened by you. Zhao Fei said as he pointed to his face.

"I hit you, don't be too sentimental. Xiao Ran said coldly.

Zhao Fei was a little embarrassed, "Okay, thank you for waking me up." ”

"It's a sacrifice. Lin Wei thought about it and said, "The trap we fell down was the passage that sent those children to sacrifice in the past. It was once supposed to be a temple of Moroch. ”

"Could it be that those passages are full of resentment about the brutal murder of children?" Zhao Fei asked.

"Possibly. Xiao Ran stood aside and said.

"What is Moro God?" Li Ling asked Lin Wei.

"The religion of the ancient Phoenicians was polytheistic. In 2000 B.C., the Phoenicians established a series of city-states along the coast of Syria and Lebanon, and the development of maritime trade and many contacts with various peoples along the Mediterranean coast were deeply influenced by local religious ideas.

Moloch and Baal are not unique names, and each place has its own god Moloch or Baal. Derived from the fertility god of the Canaanite religion, Moloch was the patron saint of the city-state and nation in Phoenicia, and was considered the teacher of navigation.

The Phoenician religion had a variety of rituals, with a focus on navigation, including the stars, the movements of the stars, and even the early signs of the zodiac.

The Phoenicians often carved idols on the bows of ships and coins, and in case of danger, they tied their only or firstborn children to the roasted idols and burned them alive as sacrifices. ”

Lin Wei watched everyone listen very seriously, and continued: "In the eyes of the Romans, the god Moro is a storm king with the head of a bull, and the god Moro brings devastating floods or droughts unless human sacrifices can satisfy him.

The Roman writer Odoros described the rituals practiced in the Canaanite colony of Carthage, with a fire burning under the bronze statue of the god Moloch and priests placing babies in the hands of the massive bronze statues.

If the gods are satisfied with the offering, the statue's hands will be opened, and the baby will fall from the bronze statue's hands into the flames, where it will be consumed by tongues of fire.

In the city of Carthage in North Africa, tens of thousands of urns have been unearthed near the remains of the fire, containing the charred bones of ancient infants, all of which are sacred offerings. Lin Wei sat on the sand and told everyone, and she was very serious.

"It's cruel. After listening to Zhao Fei, he felt that there was something in his waist bag to prop up, and when he saw it, it was actually a sextant.

Isn't this the sextant that he picked up in his hallucination? Zhao Fei stared at Lin Wei with wide eyes.

"What's the matter? a very retro sextant, and you like to carry around such an old antique. Lin Wei was a little puzzled.

"What I just picked up in my hallucination is this sextant, I put him in my waist bag, how can it really appear now, am I not hypnotized, but I have really experienced it. Zhao Fei said to Lin Wei.

"It's not that exaggerated, maybe you brought it before, but you just fell and forgot. Li Ling patted Zhao Fei and comforted him.