"Bow and arrow...... This is the bow and arrow? ”

Veratora is a very smart guy. Especially at its age, it has seen and experienced a lot of things, and its vision is naturally more unique than that of other villagers.

Su Hao had been observing the changes in Villatola's face. In just a few seconds, Villatola's expression was shocked, stunned, surprised, trance, and frightened.

Su Hao's gaze gradually became cold.

There is no doubt that Veratora had seen bows and arrows, or something like that.

Compared to weapons such as knives, guns and axes, bows and arrows are undoubtedly more advantageous to the defender's side.

"You've seen it."

Su Hao looked at Veratra with a calm gaze: "Do you know what the Dao is, how to use the Dao, is that so?" ”

Veratora was constantly breaking out in a cold sweat, and his body was shaking more and more. It clenched its fists tightly, its eyes full of fear and despair, and clenched its teeth, as if it was deaf to Su Hao's question.

"Do you know the way? I've had doubts about you from the beginning. ”

Su Hao didn't care about Villatola's expression, and continued to say in a calm and unchanging voice: "You know that we will come out of the passage. You know that we are stronger than the people here, and you know that we can repel the attacks of the mutants. But why don't you let the villagers take refuge in the pyramids when they are attacked? You know very well that those mutants are no match for us. As long as you hide in the pyramids, no one will die, including Yasen. ”

Villatla looked pained. It held its head in both hands, its scrawny fingers scratching back and forth on the surface of its pale scalp, its sharp nails cutting through its skin, revealing dense blood marks.

"There is not a single long-range weapon in the entire village of Moli Zakka. I've observed that your people don't even know how to use throwing guns, and only fight mutants with their strength. They don't cooperate with each other, let alone have any fighting skills. As a priest with a age of more than two hundred years, it all seemed too outlandish. ”

"You've been through a lot of battles, and you can draw some lessons from that. Bows and arrows are just one of them. Stones can be set up on the wooden fence wall for throwing, braziers can be set up in key areas, and traps can be dug in areas that are easy to break...... Don't tell me these things you've never thought about and never seen. This is war, a war to the death. I don't know what your reason for doing this is, but it doesn't make sense anyway. ”

There has always been something wrong in the village of Molizaka. Su Hao felt this way from the beginning.

That's right, this is a very different world from Earth. But Su Hao always can't help but connect this place with the past. Resisting and struggling in the face of death is the instinct of all races. However, in the villagers of Moli Zaka Village, Su Hao could not see the corresponding fanaticism and despair.

Think of the survivors who were chased by zombies in the early days of the virus outbreak on Earth, and think of the humans who hid in the sewers and fed on feces in order to survive. And think about the refugees outside the base city who would rather give everything in exchange for residency...... In contrast, the village of Moli Zaka seems too peaceful. According to Villatla, mutants attack villages every once in a while, killing or abducting the population. Such living conditions are obviously worse than those of refugees on Earth. However, on the faces of Vilatra and the villagers, Su Hao could not see the fear he should have.

They farmed in a step-by-step manner, and the rhythm of life was not interrupted. Yes, they did take out the last three **** in the village and dedicate them to Su Hao, begging for protection. However, Su Hao didn't think that this was all the wealth of Molizaka Village. He instinctively thought that Veratella was lying.

"The most important material for making bows and arrows is animal tendons. I know you've not hunted in a long time, but you've certainly killed a lot of mutants. Their ligaments can likewise act as materials. Besides, you haven't told me that you've gotten this from mutants. ”

As he spoke, Su Hao took out a yellow spar from his pocket and handed it directly to Veratola.

The transparent hedron looks very beautiful in the light of the fire, giving off a dazzling psychedelic color. The muscles on Veratola's face were twitching all the time, it felt like it was being stripped naked all over its body, the skin and muscles were separating from the surface of the bones layer by layer, and it could no longer hide any secrets in front of Su Hao.

"You, you're not entirely right."

After a moment's hesitation, Veratora sighed and replied, "Yes, I have indeed seen bows and arrows, and I have seen the means of defense you just mentioned. They're really useful, as they can shoot monsters to death from a distance, making them easier to defend. Yes, you mentioned making bows and arrows out of mutants' ligaments. Someone in this village has done this a long time ago. They made several large bows out of wood and steel, which were mounted on the walls, and the shafts of the arrows were thick and long, and the iron arrows were so sharp that they could shoot through monsters on the spot with a single arrow. ”

"Why don't you continue to use them?"

Su Hao said calmly: "Don't lie to me. I won't give you another chance. It doesn't matter if you have it in this village or not. I can change a priest, even if your daughter is a ****, she will be thrown outside to feed those mutants. ”

"I've never lied to you. Every word I say is true. ”

Veratora sighed, it looked at the villagers gathered around, and then at the "worker bees" around Su Hao, his eyes were full of misery and helplessness.

"Actually, it's not just me who has seen bows and arrows, but the rest of the village as well."

Villatola's words surprised Su Hao: "When you broke the iron bar and tied the rope at both ends earlier, I already remembered a lot of things. It was a battle more than thirty years ago, and hundreds of people died in the village. As you said, we used traps, but also weapons like bows and arrows. However, after the battle, we forgot all these things. For decades, I didn't know how to shoot an arrow or dig a trap. I don't have any memories of these things in my head, and so do everyone else. Really, we only remember that battle, how many monsters were killed and how many people died, but we just don't remember the bow and arrows and traps. ”

I don't know what Lu Dao is for, Su Hao's heart is cold for no reason. He stared at Veratra for a long time with a sharp and cold gaze, and then slowly swept over the faces of the other villagers standing nearby.

No anomalies were found. There was confusion in everyone's eyes, and there was a look of sudden realization. Some people kept nodding their heads in silence, while others were muttering thoughtfully. Obviously, the simple bow and arrow in Su Hao's hand, as well as the conversation with Veratla, triggered some long-buried memories in their minds.

"And what about this?"

Su Hao once again raised the yellow spar in his hand: "You must have found something similar in the body of a mutant. Where are they? ”

Villatla did not answer directly. Its expression was confused and pained, as if it was struggling with its thoughts. It took a long time before I made up my mind and asked, "Is this important thing to you?" ”

Su Hao's attitude was extremely resolute: "Yes! ”

"You have to get?"

"Yes!"

After a moment of silence, Veratrana raised her flushed head, looked at the pyramid that was hidden in the darkness not far away, and said slowly, "You will get it." ”

……

A staircase made of stone slabs connects the space inside the tower. The entire pyramid is divided into three levels. The hall on the first floor is the most extensive, and gradually narrows towards the upper floor. For the villagers of Molizaka, this is the most sacred place, and without the permission of the priest, everyone gathered at the foot of the steps outside the tower, waiting silently with a blank gaze and a calm expression.

Villatla took Su Hao and several other "worker bees" to the third level of the pyramid.

It is a small room with a ceiling height of about four meters. There are no furnishings, as if it has been an empty attic that has been uninhabited for a long time.

Veratora stood in front of a wall, stretched out his hand, and used his fingertips to draw a spiral text on the wall with no actual form. Its movements were very slow, and Su Hao could clearly see every stroke of Veratola's fingers. He had studied spirals to some extent, and was able to read the text that was drawn on the wall.

It means "on".

As Veratora finished his final stroke, the gray-white walls began to recess inward. It looks like a tablet puzzle made of countless small gray squares. The smooth wall surface showed dozens of neat cut marks in a matter of seconds. They are staggered vertically, dividing a two-metre-square wall into hundreds of squares. From the middle, the squares are constantly flipped inward, like dominoes that have been pushed, and the hidden parts are rapidly expanding in all directions. When all the squares were flipped over, a square depression with a depth of about fifty centimeters appeared in front of Su Hao's eyes. At first glance, it looks like a closet that has just been dug out of a stone wall.

There were no lights in the tower, and the only source of light was torches. The flickering flames made Su Hao see the glittering yellow crystals placed on the square platform. Each of them is the size of a date kernel and comes in color with yellowish, faint yellow, garcinia cambogia, and tartrazine, and even some transparent white crystals.

The number of hedrons is large, about thousands. They reflect an extremely mysterious sheen in the firelight, which makes the heart palpitate.

"I've forgotten about this place. If it weren't for the hedron you just took out, I really wouldn't have thought of bringing you here. ”

Veratrana stood beside Su Hao, her voice full of emotion and confusion: "A lot of things seem to be closed in my mind. After your reminder, I remembered it again. You're right, **** is indeed not our most precious tribute. If you think that hedron is worth far more than a woman, then they are a treasure in your eyes. ”

Su Hao picked up a spar with a transparent body and extremely high purity, looked at it carefully, and asked, "How many spars are here?" ”

"I don't know what to do."

This phrase has become the mantra of Vilatra. It shook its head, a thoughtful look on its face, "I followed the previous priest into this place. It taught me how to open the secret door. We take the hedrons from the monsters' brains, scrub all the hedrons clean, and put them here. Over 200 years, we've killed at least a few thousand monsters. ”

Thousands?

This number surprised Su Hao. For he saw only one thousand eight hundred and thirty-three hedrons on the square platform. Of these, eleven are white.

This number is true. Although the special gravity environment here limits the divergence of mental consciousness, the ability to search in close range is still there. With just one glance, Su Hao could know the specific number of the Dao.

Vilatla's statement is seriously inconsistent with the number of hedrons in front of him. Moreover, it itself said that it was the former priest who led it into this room. It can be seen that this is the "safe" where the spars are stored in the village of Molizaka. Its roots can even be traced back to the previous priesthood of Villatra.

Villatala understood the suspicion in Su Hao's eyes. It replied calmly, "I don't know what this is for. They disappear every once in a while. At most, I've seen about four times as many hepars as there are now. No one but me will be able to enter this room, let alone open this cabinet. And yet you can see it, they're all here, and no one has touched them. ”

Su Hao continued to ask: "Why didn't you tell me this at the beginning?" ”

Villatra confessed: "I forgot. ”

"Forget? I am afraid it doesn't make sense. ”

"It's true. I can't think of anything about these hedrons. It wasn't until you took out the hedron and saw it that all kinds of information about it naturally appeared in my mind. Including this room, and how to open this cabinet. ”

After a pause, Villatla added: "This has happened before. I always feel like I have a vague impression of something, but I can't remember anything. I've seen bows and arrows, and I have a vague idea of how to use them. It wasn't until you made it that I remembered everything about it and even understood how it should be made. ”

Su Hao's gaze was still calm, and there was no change in mood.

He felt that Villatra was not lying, and that what he said was true.

However, these words are so incredible.

I knew it, but I forgot.

I saw you take out the same thing, and I remembered it again.

This kind of thing happens from time to time among human beings on Earth, and most of them happen to old people with memory loss. In particular, those with Alzheimer's disease often can't find their way back when they leave home, and they don't know their loved ones. They only remember vague hobbies that need to be constantly reminded by others, but they quickly forget them again after remembering them.

Su Hao doesn't know if Vilatla is suffering from Alzheimer's disease? Although this guy has lived for more than two hundred years, he is healthy, deaf and clear-sighted, and can even take up arms to fight.

The phenomenon of "forgetting" does not only happen to it. The other villagers in Moli Zaka were apparently impressed by the bow and arrow. When he was in the warehouse and the blacksmith shop, Su Hao paid attention to the people present at the time, and found that only the villagers over the age of forty behaved abnormally. They were thinking, they were muttering to themselves, and some people even found the materials and tried to make bows and arrows at that time.

It's definitely not something to forget. Rather, someone erased their memories.

But strangely, the erasure of the memories of the villagers of Moli Zaka is obviously not complete. As soon as they see the same or something similar, they immediately recall hidden memories. As Villatra himself said: when he saw the yellow hedron, he knew that he should go into this room and put the hedron in this cabinet. Once you leave the pyramid, you completely forget what you have done.

Suddenly, a "worker bee" standing next to him made a surprised voice: "Your Excellency, there are actually energy fluctuations here. ”

Su Hao turned around, and his gaze fell on the pile of glowing crystals.

There are indeed energy fluctuations. When he checked the quantity with his thinking tentacles just now, Su Hao found that the spar was releasing a faint amount of energy, making some kind of latent movement in the room.

It's like air and wind. The former is a gas that stands still, and the latter must be propelled by energy to be produced.

Su Hao raised his head, his eyes slowly sweeping over the blackened roof.

This pyramid was not built by the villagers of Molizaka. It appeared earlier than the birth age of Vilatla. On the surface, it is made entirely of stone. But what exactly is the internal structure needs to be further studied.

If the machinery and equipment he carried were intact, Su Hao would soon be able to figure out the structure and materials here. However, he is now unable to perform any research operations.

Looking at the pile of small crystal stones on the square platform, Su Hao waved his hand to the guard "worker bee" next to him with a blank expression: "Take it down, I want to stay here alone for a while." ”

The footsteps quickly disappeared, leaving only Su Hao's lonely figure in the room.

He took the triangular slab from the pocket of his underwear and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.

This thing is still so smooth, like the softest skin on a woman's body.

Su Hao put the yellow spar obtained from the pig-shaped mutant human body and the triangle plate together, calmly watched as the spar was absorbed, the plate released a strange shimmer, and the second grid of the five concave points neatly arranged lit up with yellow light, and strange words appeared on the surface of the spar slab again.

"Secondary Gene Pharmacy Formula: 100 units of citrine, 20 milliliters of carbon-based life circulating fluid (blood), and 10 milliliters of advanced mutant individual spinal cord (putrefaction hormone)."

"Beta-level gene drug formula: one hundred units of citrine, fifty milliliters of carbon-based life recyclable liquid, one milliliter of original cell liquid, one milliliter of high-grade mutant individual spinal cord, and five grams of biological element cold condensation complex."

This recipe is not much different from the first one that appeared. The difference is only in the color of the hedrons. The first level is white and the second level is yellow. There is no doubt that Su Hao's initial guess was correct. Opening a hedron slab requires a hedron of the corresponding color. This is a special kind of energy, and only by merging with the plate itself can more information be released.