, the ancient prophets

The inside of the stone door is very small, and the first thing that greeted me was the lacquerware arranged on the ground, including wine jugs, wine glasses, wooden bowls, wooden basins, wooden plates, wooden spoons, wooden bowls, wooden dining tables, armor, shields, quivers, gunpowder cylinders, scabbards, horns, wooden bows, saddles, lacquer boxes, mouth string sets, lacquer bracelets, etc., in fact, it is better to say that it is discharged on the ground than to say that it is thrown on the ground, I don't know what happened here, but from the degree of chaos of these lacquerware, this room must have been looted by someone.

Of course, the first thing that came to my mind was the so-called Aqurib, but until now I have not seen a place that has been artificially destroyed, so I don't know what the purpose of that person is here. But when I saw this, I started to wonder, is this guy just here here? I squatted down and looked at the lacquerware on the ground, and I have to say that the lacquer culture of the Yi nationality has very distinctive characteristics.

I remember that the Yi culture has the concept of "three-color advocacy", which is also vividly reflected in lacquerware: black represents dignity and solemnity, red symbolizes courage and enthusiasm, and yellow represents beauty and light. The most classic lacquerware is black, red and yellow, which is particularly bright and gorgeous, rough and simple. Red, yellow, and black are cleverly matched, and the colors are bright and bright, with no transition colors and mixed colors.

Although the lacquerware here is not as gorgeous as I see in the homes of the residents outside, but one of the painted lacquerware ornaments is complex and orderly, and lively and meticulous, at a glance it looks simple and bright and vigorous and bold, the most eye-catching is the magnificent and elegant and solemn and simple style, in the eyes of modern people, too many colors in the city may not be able to satisfy their aesthetic appreciation, so this kind of simple lacquerware has left an indelible impression in my heart, Of course, this also comes down to the style of lacquerware.

My flashlight found a pair of wooden cups in the darkness, the cups were placed away from the mess, the mouth and body of his cup were large, but the feet of his cup were numb, because it was actually a white bone, a part of a human hand, which had been slashed alive from the wrist and then connected to the bottom of the cup.

The cups of these two men were neatly placed on the floor of this room, and there were some sticky objects inside, and I don't know what they were, and how long it had been. I walked cautiously, but I didn't care about the soles of my feet, and suddenly stepped on a round thing, and the whole person was tripped up, and at the same time the flashlight was shaken violently, and suddenly I saw from the trembling of the light that I was not far away, that is, there was a black shadow in front of the two cups.

"Mommy." I jumped up in fright, it was actually a skeleton, just sitting there, the whole body of the flesh and clothing has been completely gone, it seems that it should be some years, I thought to myself, walked over, only to see this person with both hands in the shape of a tray on the chest, holding a white jade box in his hand, there is no gap in the box, I dared to lie in front of him and watch, suddenly a question came up, this white jade box is almost not seen any gaps, that is to say, it is a finished jade, And why is he holding a jade?

"Could it be that there is something carved underneath the jade?" I said to myself.

I was curious to reach for the piece of jade, but before I could stretch out my hand, a strange scene happened, the stone was like a newly hatched chick, and a crack was neatly opened in the middle, and I rubbed my eyes and hardly dared to believe what I saw.

The stone turned into a box in an instant, and the box was held in the hand of the corpse, and the change just now caused the entire skeleton shelf to loosen, and all the bones crackled and fell to the ground, so that I could fully feel what had really happened just now.

I swallowed my saliva, trying to calm down, looking at the stone stuck between the bones, ah shouldn't it be the box, I thought about it or picked him up, the outside of the box is still jade, the weight is also a considerable part, it seems that the extra is only that crack, I played with it while opening its lid, only to see a piece of parchment lying there quietly.

I don't know how many years have passed since the scroll of paper, and I can't see the lines in many places clearly, but when I took him out completely, I was stunned, this is not a painting at all, at this time I held my breath fiercely, I tried to listen to my heartbeat, I told myself, you are still alive, you are still alive, but every time I lower my head I begin to question the world, I originally thought that I woke up from a coma and just lost my memory, But until now.

I took a breath and told myself that until now, from the time I woke up until now I began to doubt the world, began to question his real last name, whether this was exactly the place I should be.

It was a painting, in fact, it was just a very ordinary painting, and the painting depicted a scene in a cave, and in the depths of the cave a skeleton was sitting there, holding a box in his arms, and opposite him, a man with a mask on his head, stretched out a hand, trying to steal the box from the bones, and the mask was just a side face, and I couldn't see him at all, but I could see from the silhouette and its long pointed nose, this is the mask I was wearing, this is myself.

I looked at the painting, and finally I couldn't help but be afraid, and threw it out, like a devil, it shouldn't be said to be like something more terrifying than the devil, I touched my face with both hands, felt the mask, and recalled the contents of the painting, and I couldn't help but feel a cold air up my spine.

Masks, masks, bones, bones? I always felt like my presence here was arranged by someone. Does it mean that my life will be frozen in the future? If so, what is the purpose of my life? It was suddenly that I thought of the most frightening place, and I began to stir restlessly, and my countless thoughts became a pot of porridge.

No, it can't be like that? I've heard Ah Zhu say before that there seems to be an old man named Prophet in the mountains of the Yi people in other places, his whole life is to know the disasters in the tribe, he often accurately predicts some natural disasters, and can predict the past, know the future, although I don't know if there are such people in the Yi area of Liupanshui, but the pile of bones in front of me has made a prophecy, and I came here to confirm it.

"Is it really a prophet?" I thought to myself, and then wondered if there was some other clue on that piece of paper?

But when I looked down, I suddenly found that the piece of paper had been "broken", and I was a little frustrated to put the pieces of paper together, trying to put them together in the original form, but at this moment the whole cave shook as if it was about to break apart.

"Isn't it! Am I so unlucky? I shouted, but the sound of falling rocks gradually overshadowed my voice, I avoided large and small stones, while running towards the stone gate, but there were too many lacquerware under my feet, and the light was dim, and I didn't dare to run around, and then under the light of my flashlight, the traction rope of the stone door finally broke into both sides, and the door was shut.

At this moment, I looked at the stone gate with some dismay, and regardless of the stone falling on my body, I slowly felt that death was getting closer and closer to me, and I had never been so close to death, even despair. But after less than half a minute, I started to go violent, I started yelling, I started banging on the stone door, but the sound was slowly blocking my throat.

"What to do? What to do? I don't know how long it took, I covered my head, felt the crackling sound of stones hitting my mask, and the pain of being scratched on my body, I felt that I didn't have the ** to start struggling, and it felt like I was dead.

But at this moment, there was a earth-shattering sound, which woke me up from my numbness, as if it brought hope to the princess who was trapped in the hands of the dragon, and the crack that was smashed by the stone appeared in front of me like a handsome prince charming, and I rushed towards it almost frantically, I knew that it was the place where I lived, but as soon as I ran out, a cry sounded in my ears, and I could feel no, I had seen "her" beside me.

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