"Captain, what did you talk to the old wizard?" Walking back to his tent, Simon asked why Ansu spoke the most mysterious language of the Ammanra, and he couldn't help but ask vaguely. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"It's nothing, it's about runes." Ansu said, "I've seen the same rune in another place. There seems to be a connection between the two. ”

An Su used the tip of his shoe to draw a few runes on the flattened dirt floor: "Have you ever seen anything like this in there?" ”

"Yes." Simon replied in the affirmative, "There's that red crystal nearby." Although he was about to go into a frenzy, the glowing blue rune was still imprinted in his mind.

I asked him if he could decipher the meaning of the runes, and he refused. If he really doesn't understand, he pretends not to understand. ”

"Old fox!" Simon scolded.

An Su wrinkled his eyebrows and looked at the runes on the ground, and a few words from the old wizard kept echoing in his mind, and after filtering them more than a dozen times, there were only two sentences left:

We are all created by God.

God's secrets are not to be seen.

Ansu chewed on these words repeatedly, taking each word apart and putting it back together, and she came to the conclusion that the lingua franca creatures of the alien planets were created by so-called "gods", and that their technology could not see the light.

Suddenly, Ansu thought of the **** gene combination technology that Lynn had mentioned, allowing humans to have the abilities of beasts, such as speed, keen senses, etc. However, this technology was eventually opposed, and human experiments were not allowed. But who knows in private?

Ansu looked at Simon's left arm, which was obviously not human, and pursed her lips.

When the two of them went out the next day, the first thing that caught their eye was a large pillar about ten meters long lying on the ground, which could be seen to have been taken down from a large tree. Its mottled and rough bark had been stripped and its smooth surface was tattooed with various patterns, and some Ammanrans gathered around the wooden pillars, reverently drawing mysterious symbols with red or orange paint in their hands.

Taimo had been paying attention to the tent that Ansu was in, although it was understandable that Ansu and Simon were from the same tribe and arranged in one place, but! Taimo grinded the back alveolar hard, and it was always unsafe for a female and a male to live together. All night, Taimo crouched not far from Ansu's tent and stared at it, remembering the happy moments with her in the cave and the indescribable things that might happen in the tent, and the chaotic images in his mind kept coming up, tormenting his fragile reason.

Temo looked at his hands, the hands that were accustomed to harvesting life had once given birth to a life, his and her child. He can still remember his face and feel the temperature of his body. But why wake up with nothing left? It's like a dream.

He clenched his fists, and he was going to fight no matter what!

Ansu was carefully observing the most striking runes carved on the wooden pillars, and they were exactly the same as those on the cave walls. Although the old wizard burned the plank, Ansu's strong memory still remembered it.

The Amanrans also painted themselves, mainly red and orange. They give full play to their creativity, and everyone has different patterns on their bodies, some like to draw circles, others like square ones. Different lines are arranged and combined on them, and there is an abstract beauty.

Seeing that nothing seemed to have happened between them, Taimo breathed a sigh of relief and finally left with peace of mind. He's going to go back and dress himself up, and he'll be sure to show himself in front of her later.

Chief Samba sent for Simon paint, and for Ansu a wreath of flowers, vines, and grass.

Ansu held the wreath in her hand and frowned, Give me a wreath?

Simon still had some knowledge of the customs of the Ammanra, and said to Ansu: "Captain, the garland is worn around the neck and not in the hand, well, as a weapon. ”

Ansu glanced at the Amanda and saw that the female did have a wreath around her neck, so she hung it. Follow the locals, she understands.

Simon brought the lump of red mud wrapped in broad leaves to Ansule, his eyes shining brightly.

"Captain, you can paint it for me."

Ansu lowered her eyelids, her gaze fell on the lump of red clay, glanced at Simon, and took it.

"Paint here, here!" Simon turned around and patted his broad back vigorously.

I don't know what the red mud mixed into, sticky and greasy, but there is a fragrance of grass and trees. Ansu only thought about it for a moment, and had already decided what pattern to draw.

Simon originally asked Ansu to draw with a joking mentality, he knew that his captain was strong in all aspects, but the level of painting was only at the level of kindergarten. But with the swipe of Ansu's fingers, Simon put away his joking mentality and gradually straightened his back.

On his back, Ansso's painting is the symbol of "Stars and Swords".

That's the only work that Ansu can get his hands on.

"Captain, are you alright?" Simon asked weakly, in order to facilitate Ansu's painting, he specially squatted down, and time passed minute by minute, and now his legs were sore.

You should have drawn it yourself! Simon regretted it.

"It's almost there." Ansu kicked him, "Turn around." ”

Simon turned away happily.

Smack, smack. The face was slapped twice by a slimy palm, and ravaged again.

"Alright."

An Su took the paint and took a few steps back to take a closer look, nodded, and came to a conclusion: "Perfect." ”

Throwing the rest of the paint back to Simon, Ansu clapped his hands: "You can paint the rest yourself, I'll go out first." ”

Simon touched his face, the corners of his mouth twitching a few times. It is not difficult to imagine that at this moment his face must be two pieces of red, like the butt of some kind of animal. The captain's aesthetics are still the same as always, wonderful......

The festival of the god of fire began with the dreary sound of drums, and the tall wooden pillars had been erected high, and the painted patterns on them gleamed in the sunlight. The base of the wooden pillar is filled with firewood, which surrounds it like a hill. Around the pyre are prey that has already been slaughtered.

The old wizard wore a straw skirt dyed red and wore a multicolored crown of feathers on his head. His body was also painted with patterns, but in runes. An Su looked at the runes on his body and narrowed his eyes.

At the beginning of the sacrifice, the dressed Samba chief and the old wizard shared a sharp blade and killed a small red-striped zebra. The old wizard prayed for the blessing of the Samba chief by smearing warm blood on his face, and then set the body of the red-striped zebra on the pyre.

To the accompaniment of drums and trumpets, the old wizard danced a mystical dance around the wooden pillars. The old wizard looked old and frail, but when he danced the sacrificial dance, he was agile and agile, as if he had suddenly returned to his youthful years.

At the end of each lap of the old wizard, his apprentices would scatter some of the contents of the clay pot onto the pyre, and when the last lap was over, the pyre suddenly burst into flames, and tongues of fire swayed and wrapped around the wooden pillars. (To be continued.) )