Chapter 108 Braltar

After escaping from the sealed cave, we entered the interior of a mountain that had been hollowed out by the figure of a green man. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info and after entering, I unexpectedly found that Lan had mysteriously disappeared like the previous times. Of course, it's not the worst.

The worst thing is the current situation of our alliance. Lan might be able to escape with her skills and experience. But me, the fat man, and Hetao. The three of us hadn't had a full meal in almost four days. The only food we have now is the seventy-five-gram Snickers in the fat man's pocket.

Still, the bad situation doesn't stop there. After Ran's disappearance, we began to enter a space full of mirrors on all sides. However, if it is a mirror, it may be understood that the mirror surface is more vivid. Because according to common sense, it is absolutely impossible for a modern mirror to appear in an ancient tomb. In the period when Han Xin lived, the reflection effect of the copper mirror on the light source would definitely not be so good. In other words, we may be in the middle of a huge crystal mine right now. That's the best explanation I can give right now.

As for the "salsa" sound mentioned at the end of the previous chapter, perhaps everyone here has not forgotten it, or has forgotten it. When I was brave with the fat man and the two of them in the Grand Canyon of Nalinggrad, I once encountered a colorful bug. The description of this bug was already clear to me at that time.

That posture of defiance of everything, that ability to hold on to the spine and control the dead...... It's almost invincible.

The most important thing I can figure out right now is why we can meet them here. And this time, it is like a flood of beasts.

I mentioned this in the previous chapter. The reason why we were able to escape from the cave unscathed, and thus enter this even greater space. It's not our credit. And at that time, the fat man also discovered this problem.

We were driven to such a place by turquoise figures.

This is a bit like a German Shepherd assisting its owner in herding the sheep into the sheepfold. And the three of us are the sheep that have been driven. It's just that the place where these figures drove us away was not a safe sheepfold, but a more horrible and disgusting place.

This place, perhaps I should call it a hive.

I don't want to describe what happened next just yet. Because I think everyone here should be able to understand one thing. That is, since I can write about such an experience, it means that I am not dead. And you can also record what you have experienced in a very clear way.

I'd like to start by explaining what those turquoise figures are. Why did they appear in this ancient tomb, why did they move freely through the rocks of the mountain, and what did they rely on to sustain their life...... Wait a minute. I think these are the things that all of you are eager to know.

Of course, I couldn't have known these things at the time. The reason why I know now is that it was entirely after escaping, through the conversation with Lan, and the results I found on the Internet. The reason I didn't write them out was because I thought it was a good explanation for my racial identity. And for the owner of this ancient tomb, it is also a good explanation.

This kind of green figure is actually not a kind of person. But at the same time, it can also be regarded as a kind of "person" who lives on another plane.

The reason why I put double quotation marks around the word man is because this creature exists almost exclusively in myths and legends.

They are the ancestors of the Zhuang people. His name is Braltar. Yes, it is not called Milotha. The record of Milota is limited to her being the creator god of the Yao people. As for Buluotuo, he is the creator god of the Zhuang people. For Bulota, Bulota is just a transliteration of the pronunciation of the Zhuang script. Specifically, I can't explain it in Chinese, but I can't do it yet. Because so far, it is not only Zhuang as a minority language, but also many minority languages that cannot be explained in Mandarin. (Mandarin is another name for the old man of the Zhuang nationality for Chinese)

For Buluotuo, he is not only the creator god of the Zhuang people, but also the supreme moral god of the Zhuang people. Although it is a bit low to say this, in the history of the development of ethnic minorities, due to various reasons, it is difficult for the development of cultural level to keep up with that of some large ethnic groups. Therefore, in some beliefs or legends, the description of the gods cannot be described in a more precise mosquito language. It can only be recorded in the most straightforward way.

After explaining what exactly Braltar is, perhaps the next question is very easy to explain. That's why they're in this tomb. (Note that I'm using him, not it.) Although this only exists in legends, he is my ancestor after all, the ancestor of my Zhuang people. I have to respect him. Before that, I mentioned the Zhuang and the origin of my surname, which is Webster.

Han Ying, the son of Han Xin, came to the Guangyue region in order to escape for his life. And here incognito re-crowned his surname. And the Zhuang people were also developed from Han Ying.

In this way, it should be a good explanation for why there is a braltar in this ancient tomb of Han Shin. It is very likely that when Han Ying presided over the construction of Han Xin's ancient tomb, in order to strengthen anti-theft measures, he gave in a lot of Buluotuo in the tomb. In addition to its role as protection, it may be more to mourn his father.

Let's move on to the next question. That's what these Braltars rely on to survive in this ancient tomb.

Braltar is fond of spars. And that's why we're now so deep in the mirrored space. Braltar's delay is hard and sharp. It's big enough to crush any hedrons. This colleague will be able to explain why they were able to walk through the rocks.

Okay, now that I've explained that, I can move on to my story.

The fat man held his breath and listened carefully for a long time, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

I didn't quite understand what his expression was trying to convey. Just ask him what he means.

The fat man looked at me and suddenly sighed. Patted me on the shoulder. Immediately after snatching the flashlight in He Tao's hand, he began to run forward lifelessly.

"Run, wow!" The fat man's voice echoed in the empty mountain.

(Hahahaha!) Lao Tzu's fourth-level !! It's dead. Love will come back next year...... I'm not in the mood to write it, this chapter feels bad quality, and it will be corrected tomorrow. Now 223 is collected, and more 2,000 are owed, 16,000...... ）