"This is the main hall of the entire underground palace sacrifice, right?"

Ling Xiaozi looked at everything around him and spoke, his eyes looking around from time to time: "A sacrifice of this scale may not be held every year in ancient times,"

Everyone nodded, not to mention anything else, just for the people used for sacrifice, there would be enough prisoners of war.

Even if the number of people at the time of the sacrifice is only one-tenth, it is still a large number.

Several people glanced at each other, and then dispersed, inspecting the sacrificial palace in their respective directions.

Jiang Xian walked on the road, his eyes saw the blood stains on the walls and the ground, although after years of ventilation, there was no longer any strange smell here, but the hint in his heart seemed to be that there was still a smell of blood surging in the air.

He contemplated slightly, exhaled a few breaths, and adjusted his mental state.

Look around carefully, carefully observe everything.

Sacrifice has been a very important and solemn thing since ancient times. In the left biography, it was even clearer, "The major affairs of the country are in the worship and Rong". In the age of obscurantism and primitiveness, this action is even more important.

Because of the importance of the sacrifice, there must be some information and secrets hidden in the palace of the main priest that are difficult to see in other places.

Well?

Jiang Xian's expression froze, his footsteps suddenly stopped, he turned his head, and the flashlight shone on the wall beside him.

Between the wall lamps here, pictures are painted.

It is not a pattern carved in stone, but a scroll woven with color pigments.

These frescoes are much more delicate than the previous ones, and the colors on them are bright, and even after a thousand years, there are no obvious signs of decay and dullness, although they cannot be said to be as clean and beautiful as new, but they cannot hide the brilliance on them.

"Funny ......"

Jiang Xian's eyes narrowed, and with gloves, he reached out and touched the wall, and the gaze in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

The walls here are dry and don't feel wet.

But...... They are now underground! Underground, the temperature itself is lower than that of the ground, especially in the summer, when water droplets can easily condense and accumulate on the walls.

But here, there is not a drop of water at all.

But the air is quite cool.

This feeling immediately reminded him of some previous experiences under the mosquito-free village, no......

It's even more exaggerated, after all, there's no moss on these walls.

"However, I don't have the feeling of irritability at the edge of these walls...... Jiang Xian thought to himself, "Is it because in the shadow cellar, I touched the strange stone outside the sky, which made my sense change again?" ”

He shook his head slightly, his gaze falling on the mural between the lamps.

On the scroll, a long river spreads into the boundless distance, and on both sides of the river, villages are gathered here.

There are a lot of fierce beasts and monsters along the river, and every time these people go out hunting, they will lose some of the population.

But thanks to the river, they were able to survive even if they were attacked by fierce beasts.

Jiang Xian took a step and continued to look down, only to see that there was a fight between the gathered tribes on the mural, fighting for territory, and the bloody aura spread, causing fierce beasts hidden in the shadows to escape one by one, killing a large number of human beings.

Then one day, in the midst of the tribe, a majestic man came to the tribe on a huge serpent larger than seven or eight houses.

This huge monster is feared by everyone, but it is also because of the appearance of this monster that this tribe has won a great victory in the battle with other tribes.

Gradually, the surrounding tribes either fled, surrendered, or were exterminated, and this tribe became stronger and stronger, becoming the largest tribe.

And the man who had ridden the serpent was also elected by the people to be the leader of the tribe.

"The history of the growth of the tribe?" Jiang Xian thought in his heart, continued to take a few steps forward, and looked towards the mural behind him.

"Huh?"

Jiang Xian looked to the side and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, only to see that the style of the mural on the wall was very different from before. Although it is already a settlement, it is already a territory built by the water, but it is no longer the rough stronghold that it was at the beginning.

There are stone-made interception areas, guards, people fishing, people hunting, people farming, people raising livestock......

There are also groups of people who are constantly patrolling around this stronghold.

Different people have different divisions of labor, and such a tribe can already be said to be the prototype of a city.

The rapid development of this prototype led to the development of more and more tribes, and the area of the city continued to expand, and the strongholds of the surrounding people were also converted into cities.

"In the middle, it seems that some ...... is missing"

Jiang Xian frowned slightly, according to the style of the previous mural, this place should be postponed and gradually transitioned, but here directly skips the transition interval in the middle, showing the situation of this tribe transforming the surroundings after becoming the leader of the alliance and becoming the leader.

He didn't know what the reason was, so he could only continue to look down.

Skimming through several pictures of urban development, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he only saw a nine-story platform in the center of this mural.

Next to this high platform, there are small stone platforms and wooden platforms that surround it like stars and moons.

And around those small stone and wooden platforms, dense crowds of people stood in a neat queue, and the faces of those individuals expressed their fanatical emotions with strong colors, expressing their inner excitement.

"It's ...... Sacrifice!? ”

Jiang Xian's expression became more serious, in this kind of sacrificial hall, the picture scroll related to the sacrifice is naturally extremely important.

He continued to look behind him, his brow furrowed instantly.

"How so?"

He was stunned in his heart, and walked quickly to the mural, and his eyes couldn't stop going up and down, looking at it carefully.

But even with his current eyesight, he didn't see any changes or traces of smearing on the murals, as if the murals here were originally like this.

"The process of the sacrifice, the scene of the sacrifice, how could there be no one!?"

Jiang Xian looked at the scene in front of him that seemed to be the autumn harvest and the people of all the tribes cooking cattle and slaughtering sheep, and the doubts in his heart kept surging. It's just that there is a logical fault in the front mural, but here, why is there a fault in the sacrificial world, which is a great thing for the ancient times?

Unless......

"When they migrated here, they had forgotten how to perform the original sacrifice."

"Later, all the sacrificial scenes were redesigned by them and reabsorbed and learned!"

This kind of thought came out of his life, Jiang Xian's mind suddenly realized, and his footsteps immediately moved, looking at the follow-up murals.

It's some life, and it's the scene of some tribes taking refuge, and the already strong tribe has become bigger. As the population grew, so did the internal strife. The distribution of food, the construction of houses, the division of land......

As the mural grows more and more arguing, the conflict between these people seems to be escalating.

And with the advancement of the mural, some people's contradictions became bigger and bigger, and even moved their hands on the mural.

Jiang Xian let out a sigh, his gaze moved to a painting behind him, and his eyes instantly sharpened.

Blood, endless blood.

Earth, River, Field...... The scenes on the frescoes were obscured by the crimson colors, and one after another the bones were scattered everywhere, humans, beasts, monsters...... The bones were piled up in the area, and the body of one of the individuals who was still standing was soaked in blood.

And this bloodshed has attracted more beasts and monsters, and in this case, each branch of the tribe has its own ideas.

The largest part stayed where they were, fighting against the monsters and beasts that kept coming.

The rest of the branches, one by one, carried a giant serpent, and headed into the distance.

"This is where the owner of this dungeon comes from?" A thought flashed through Jiang Xian's mind: "They and the giant snake both migrated after they couldn't bear the war and?" ”

The meaning on the mural seemed to be so, but he vaguely felt that something was wrong, as if some key information was missing. He looked around the murals again, but still couldn't find the information he expected, so he had to continue looking.

The next scene on the mural is not complicated, this branch relies on a large serpent, trekking through mountains and rivers, through many areas.

After a lot of fighting and hard work, they finally stopped in the area they cared about and started to live.

But this is not a place without people, since there are people, there will be interests, there will be contradictions.

And so, the war began again on the mural.

The migratory tribe is at war with the strongest majority of the local people.

In the midst of this war, the surrounding small clans were swept up one after another, choosing different forces to join the mix. Day by day on the mural, the war continues, and this tribe continues to integrate here, constantly integrating the culture and customs here.

Include...... Sacrifice!

Jiang Xian's eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the murals that began to kill people, and began some primitive sacrificial acts on the high platform, and his heart gave birth to enlightenment.

All the sacrificial vessels in this palace are derived from everything on this fresco, and their rituals have been separated from the original and have been redeveloped and combined.

Although this branch can be traced back to the tribe that built the city walls, the two have become fundamentally different over time.

The differences in cultural practices make them two different ethnic groups.

"Mr. Jiang, you come here!"

Fang Yunye's voice interrupted Jiang Xian's heart, and he immediately turned around and hurried over in three or two steps and asked, "What's wrong?" What did you find? ”

"Look at this mural, Mr. Jiang......" Fang Yunye's eyes flashed with excitement, grabbed Jiang Xian's wrist and took a few steps forward, and the flashlight shone on the wall in the corner: "This is definitely related to our goal." ”

Jiang Xian's gaze immediately moved over, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The mural shows a huge cave in which a man sits.

And around this man, surrounded by a group of small people about the size of his palm, were kneeling and praying there.

It's like worshipping their gods!