Could it be that those who lived in the village in the early years were all this strange appearance of a deer-headed human body?

I roughly counted the more than 200 tiles in the mud tower, when did this village first exist, and it has gone through so many generations of reproduction until now.

The descendants of Confucius have continued to the present, more than 2,000 years, and it has not yet lasted to 80 generations, and the bloodline in the village has to be passed on for at least 5,000 years.

In other words, as early as the time of the Yellow Emperor and Chiyou, this old Yi village already existed, and the original Yi village may not be a Yi village, I have not heard of the Yi belief in this kind of deer-headed human deity.

Lao Zuo walked up to me, turned on the flashlight and looked carefully at the tiles on the wall, frowned and said, "It seems that this is another Inhuman race lurking in the mountains." What dynasty are these tiles from? ”

I said, "The earliest batch was produced in the middle and late Eastern Han Dynasty, and the kiln time was about 180 AD. ”

"Are the tiles on this floor all from the same period?"

"Yes, it's all from the Eastern Han Dynasty."

"Ah...... Perhaps this image of a deer-headed human figure only appears in the myths and legends of the locals. ”

Lao Zuo means that the reason why these strange portraits appear on the tiles is that when the tower was built, the local villagers carved out some characters in the mythological stories as their ancestors, and in their mythological system, the ancestors of the village are like this.

Later, Lao Zuo added: "In the past, the head of the village or Bimo may have used antlers as headdresses. ”

I pursed my lips and didn't say anything.

Lao Zuo's words can't be said to be unreasonable, but if they are reasonable, it doesn't mean that I will necessarily agree with them.

I know more about Lao Yi Village than Lao Zuo, and the mythological system they have passed down to this day is actually no different from that of the Yi people in other places. And I can't figure out what kind of mythological system there are so many gods, and the whole floor, dozens of tiles are all the same image.

There are so many gods, which means that the mythological system believed by the local people must be extremely complex, and the mythological stories that have been passed down from generation to generation must be very rich. But why is it that even a story has not been left until now?

After everyone came in, Lao Zuo and I took them downstairs.

The eighth floor is the same as the ninth floor, and the tiles on the walls are also carved with the image of a deer-headed human figure, and the same is true for the seventh and sixth floors, and we finally find a different tile in the corner of the wall until we go down to the fifth floor of the mud tile tower.

This is the last tile on this floor, and it is not carved with the image of a deer-headed human body, but a woman wrapped in animal skin, no matter the eyebrows, eyes, face shape, or body proportions, there is no difference from a human being.

Lao Zuo deliberately squatted down, looked at the tile carefully, and then turned around and gave me a puzzled look.

He was asking me why the portrait was different from the other tiles. I didn't give any response to that.

When you go down to the fourth floor, most of the tiles on the walls are still deer-headed people, but it is already obvious that the portraits are slowly changing.

The horns on the deer's head began to get shorter, the snout of the deer began to get shorter, and the proportions of the whole skull gradually became closer to that of humans, and the limbs that wrapped around them became less elongated.

In the lower left corner of the wall, I found a tile from 200 AD, which still shows a deer-headed human body, but the horns on the deer's head are almost gone, leaving only two small "bones".

Standing in front of this tile, I couldn't help but be stunned, and I didn't come back to my senses for a long time.

I knew that Lao Zuo's voice woke me up: "What's wrong? ”

I pointed to the tile: "It was produced in 200 A.D., 20 years later than the time when the tower was built." ”

Lao Zuo immediately understood what I meant, and was also shocked on the spot: "Are you sure?" ”

"In terms of the ability to recognize incense and distinguish the ancients, the second master can't compare to me."

At the time of the tiling of this tile, the mud tile pagoda had been in existence for twenty years, so to speak, in 180 A.D., the head of the village and Bimo presided over the construction of this tower, and 20 years later, the head or Bimo died, and the new successor carved his portrait on the tile and inlaid the tile on this wall.

And the deceased head man or Bi Mo is the image of this deer-headed human body!

He didn't come from any myth or legend, but he appeared alive in that era.

Lao Zuo's psychological endurance is stronger than mine, he quickly eased up, holding the flashlight to check the other tiles, although I can see the whole wall with the ghost eye, but my attention still moves with the flashlight.

As the beam continued to move downward, the carvings on the tiles became more and more human-like, and by the last two tiles on this floor, the features of the deer's head disappeared, but it could still be seen that the people on the carvings had a very long face and relatively thin limbs, and the traces left by their ancestors could still be vaguely found.

As you go down the stairs, you can occasionally see atavism on the tiles on the third floor, but in general, the heads of these ages are no different from humans, and the carvings on the tiles on the last two floors of the mud tile tower have all become completely human.

In the corner of the ground floor, we find the last tile in the mud tower, which was made in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, and the people on it are dressed in the same costume as the Noja Great Witch, and they also hold the black gold cone that has been passed down from generation to generation in the hands of Bimoma.

More than 400 years have passed since the death of this Bi Mo Immortal, but no other tiles can be found in the mud tile tower.

Perhaps since the end of the Ming Dynasty, the habit of entering the tiles after the death of the head and Bimo has been lost, or the inner wall on the mud tile pagoda can no longer be neatly placed on other tiles, so this custom has to be lost.

Lao left turned his flashlight, and the beam moved away from the last tile, sweeping back and forth a few times on the bottom of the mud tower.

The place is clean, except that the humidity is slightly heavy, and you can't see the dust when the light sweeps away, but you can occasionally see floating water vapor.

Lao Zuo sighed and said, "Except for these tiles, there is nothing in this tower." ”

Indeed, because I was accustomed to encountering danger as soon as I entered the ground, I was prepared to deal with evil things when I entered the mud tower, but I did not expect the tower to be so calm, which made people who were used to walking on the edge of danger feel unaccustomed.

I patted Lao Zuo on the shoulder and beckoned him to follow me.

The two of us came to the tower gate located on the south wall, and Lao Zuo carefully sensed the Qi field outside the door, while I took out the bell hammer and knocked on the door frame, trying to figure out if there was a mechanism in the door of the truth.

The bell that came out of the hammer was commonplace, and there was no mechanism in the door.

After a while, the old left side turned up to me and said, "Something is wrong out there." ”

"What's wrong?" I couldn't help frowning.

Lao Zuo pondered for a while before speaking: "Since we passed through that low forest, whether it is the sky or the earth, there is a very strong dead air, including this tower. There is no light on the ground, no grass and trees, and it is said that the dead air should be aggravated, but outside this door, there is a strange kind of vitality, which seems to be ...... The grass was crushed, and the grass juice overflowed from the broken grass. ”

I said, "What now?" ”

Lao Zuo took a deep breath and said, "Let's go out first to see the situation, and the others will stay on standby." ”

His voice was not particularly small, and everyone behind him could hear it, but I was worried that Li Huaishan and Huang Yuzhong would not listen to him, so I had no choice but to turn around and repeat: "Lao Zuo and I will go out to explore the bottom first, and you will wait in the tower." ”

After speaking, Lao Zuo and I stretched out our hands at the same time, one of us pressed a door panel, and tried to push it gently, but I didn't expect the door to be unlocked, just hidden, and the two of us just pressed it lightly with our palms, and the door panel slowly opened.

The door shaft seemed to be hung with very moist grease, and when the door opened, there was no superfluous movement.

Through the crack in the door, the ghost eye can clearly see the small town in the distance, this town does not have the unique architectural style of Yi Village at all, but looks more like the Jiangnan water town of the Ming and Qing dynasties.

All the same color brick walls and black tiles, bluestone paths, many yards have been made into a pattern of two in and two out, the courtyard can see the hollow carved wooden lattices and decorative windows, the hollow carved wood craftsmanship, should be from the Ming and Qing dynasties of Chaozhou.

As soon as I looked at it twice, Lao Zuo quickly beckoned me to move on.

He walked in front with the green steel sword, and I pressed the Nether Treasure to my left palm, right behind him.

As we got closer and closer to the old town, the vitality that continued to seep out of the air also came together.

At first, when Lao Zuo used the word "oozing" to describe these angry people, I thought it was very weird, but now it seems that these two words are very appropriate.

Now I can clearly feel that the vitality is coming over intermittently, one by one, as if a large pile of grass has been squeezed one by one, and the grass branches are seeping out of it.

Lao Zuo said coldly: "This anger seems to have been squeezed out of something." ”

I nodded silently.

It didn't take long for us to come to the town, and the anger that was wafting in the air was calmer, no longer coming out in waves, but staying at a relatively high concentration for a long time.

If you don't look at anything else, just look at this rich vitality, you will have the illusion of standing in the verdant old forest, as if around you, there are large areas of ancient trees shining with endless vitality in the morning sun, but there is neither sunlight here, nor even a wisp of vegetation, where the ghost eye can see, there are only bare brick walls and stone roads, and even the yard by the roadside is paved with large green bricks.

This extreme weirdness made Lao Zuo and I frown.

But in addition to the strange, there seems to be no other danger in this area, Lao Zuo went back to call Li Huaishan and them, and I squatted at the mouth of the alley and carefully smelled the ground and brick walls.

(End of chapter)