"Change places?" I looked at my grandfather in amazement, "Aren't you here to cross the catastrophe?" ”

Grandpa waved his hand: "Who said that he was here to survive?" ”

"You." I say.

Grandpa's face sank, and his eyes widened: "Then you must have heard it wrong." ”

Isn't that embarrassing?

At the beginning, it was obviously my grandfather who said this, and he took me to the deep mountains and old forests of Shennongjia not to cross the catastrophe, could it be that he played me a play "Grandpa, Where Are We Going"? Running here for a vacation?

I was about to open my mouth to defend it, but my grandfather's eyes suddenly narrowed and he snorted coldly.

When I boarded, the hairs on my body stood up, and a chill went straight to the Tianling cover from the soles of my feet, not to mention, grandpa's madness, and the killing intent was really heavy.

Seeing that I shut up, my grandfather simply carried the wine gourd into the cave, and when he came out again, he had already lit two torches in his hands, and after handing me one, he walked in the direction of the forest: "Follow me." ”

I hurriedly followed with the cute baby little zombie, along the way, grandpa didn't speak, while drinking while hurrying, I and the cute baby baby zombie followed behind, also trembling.

It's not that I'm afraid, it's just that grandpa's current state is too far from my understanding of his personality!

In the past, when the sky fell, it felt like he could laugh a few times with his waist crossed before he could figure out a way, but since I arrived in this cave, I haven't seen him laugh again.

It feels so weird, even weirder than confronting a ghost directly.

The light of the two torches was faint in the dark mountain forest, swaying and swaying, illuminating a small area under our feet, and even three meters away, it was still pitch black.

In the mountains and forests, the silence is terrible.

Even the sound of the wind disappeared, and as the three of us walked, our footsteps trampled on rotting leaves and branches, making a clicking sound every now and then.

This scene is the same as the opening of the old corpse in the mountain village.

The deeper I went, the more nervous I became, perhaps because I didn't know where my grandfather was going to take us.

You should have experienced that kind of situation, that is, when you walk in the dark, there is nothing around you, but you are suspicious, and the seeds of nervousness and fear will grow like weeds in your mind.

I was in that situation at the time, and even the little zombie next to me was solemn.

I wanted to ask my grandfather several times, but looking at his somewhat clumsy back, I couldn't help it.

It was pitch black all around, one foot deep and one foot shallow, and I didn't know which direction my grandfather was taking me towards, but I was sure that my grandfather was taking me and the cute baby baby zombie deeper into this primeval jungle.

After walking for about an hour, the grandfather in front finally stopped: "It's here." ”

I pulled the cute baby baby and walked quickly to my grandfather's side, and looked ahead by the light of the torch, and could vaguely see a mountain bag in front of me.

The mountain bag is very large, and the strange thing is that the top is still flat, as if someone has cut off the top part of it with a sword.

I walked forward with my torch, and the shape of the mountain bag became clear in my vision.

But after seeing the situation of this mountain bag, I was stunned.

It was as big as the hollowed-out bag I had lived in, and it was bare, not even a single leaf on the top, and the top was bare, extraordinarily flat, as if it had been specially hewn out.

I lowered my torch and took a closer look, and sure enough, the whole mountain bag was covered with all kinds of excavation marks.

At first glance, it looks like it was specially hewn...... The altar is the same.

But then I frowned, when was this mountain bag dug out? Who dug it out?

I've been staying with my grandfather these days, and if I want to dig this mountain bag, my grandfather does have time, after all, he goes out at night and comes back at noon these days, and he looks very tired, if he is doing this kind of heavy physical work, then it can be completely explained.

But when you think about it, it's not right.

This mountain bag is so big, in a few days, grandpa alone can't dig it out.

Suddenly, I remembered the big guy I saw more than two meters tall that night, could it be that guy helped my grandfather dig it?

As soon as this thought appeared, it lingered in my mind, if that big guy was helping grandpa, then it was very possible that he would dig out this mountain bag.

At this time, my grandfather led the cute baby baby zombie to my side, he patted me on the shoulder, and his tone was extraordinarily low: "Xiaofeng, sit on it." ”

I was stunned for a moment, and glanced back at my grandfather, under the firelight, his face was extremely gloomy and solemn, as if he had aged dozens of years all of a sudden, but a pair of eyes were so deep that I couldn't see any waves.

I nodded, climbed up the hill, and sat down on the level of the top of the mountain.

I didn't look carefully just now, but now standing at the highest point, by the light of the fire, I realized that the whole mountain bag was not hemispherical, but specially carved into a trapezoidal shape.

How does this look more and more like an altar?

"Do you see that?" Suddenly, the grandfather below said.

"What?" I was a little surprised.

Grandpa wrinkled his eyebrows: "Altar." ”

I was not calm at the moment: "Grandpa, why did you let me sit on the altar?" ”

What about calves?

The altar has been a place of worship since ancient times, and those who go up to the altar are either tributes or the people in charge of sacrifices.

"Sit down!" Grandpa shouted, "Xiaofeng, success or failure is here, no matter what happens, sit on it honestly, no matter who dies, sit on it to the death." ”

As he spoke, my grandfather didn't care about me at all, and took out four small flags from his arms, which were blue, black, red, and white pennants, and inserted them at the bottom of the four corners of this trapezoidal mountain bag.

Then, he took out a bamboo tube, a brush, unscrewed the bamboo tube, stuffed the brush in, and when he took it out again, the white tip of the brush had been dyed golden.

Grandpa put the torch aside, and then outlined it on all sides of the hillside with a solemn expression.

I was watching my grandfather sketch the pattern in a circle, and I could faintly smell a smell of blood, which was in the ink, it should be rooster blood, and the reason why it was golden, it is estimated that gold powder and other materials were added to mix the color.

But I can't read the runes outlined by my grandfather clearly, or rather, I don't dare to read them at all.

These runes far exceeded my strength, and when I looked at them, I felt like my head was buzzing all at once, as if I had been smashed on the head.

Boom!

Suddenly, in the dark night sky, a winding lightning bolt tore the night sky like an angry dragon.

Almost at the same time, the grandfather, who was concentrating on drawing runes, was shocked, staggered back a step, and looked up at the sky: "Is it going to rain?" ”

When I said this, I clearly saw that a crystal teardrop slowly slipped down from the corner of my grandfather's eyes, which was particularly dazzling.

(End of chapter)