Reborn in the Hehuan Sect, my master was transformed into a slave by me

Things that Chang Qing could not understand began to appear in the last few pictures.

An adult man, pulled by a silk thread reaching the sky above his head, knelt on the ground, raised his hands high, and worshiped a strange picture in the sky.

Under the man's body, there was a twisted special rune.

In the sky, there were twelve spheres, forming huge discs. Each sphere seemed to be a huge eyeball, covered with countless fine tentacles. The silk thread above the man's head was finally connected to the center of the sphere.

In front of the man, a killed woman was lying, with blood all over her body.

Many tribesmen gathered around, all accusing the man in sadness, pain, or anger.

And under the man's worship, he finally received the gaze of the huge eyeball in the sky, and under that gaze, a magical scene happened.

The dead woman miraculously came back to life.

This is not over yet. Next, a large number of items began to appear in front of the man.

There are livestock, fish, fire, housing, and other things that are extremely precious and luxurious to the ancient tribes.

In the mural, these things all have wings and fall from the sky from the disc composed of twelve huge eyes in the sky.

Even the tribesmen who were originally angry and had painful expressions on their backs now turned into laughter.

Not only that, the man pulled by the silk thread also grew transparent wings and flew to the sky.

But in the last picture, it seems that a war has occurred.

The disc composed of twelve spheres in the sky shattered, and countless black shadows attacked these tribesmen whose brains were full of worms, cut off their heads, pulled out the flocculent worms inside, and crushed them into slag.

"This mural... should be telling a story about sacrifice and war."

Chang Qing didn't know much about archaeology or folk culture. He just understood the murals that were copied as a kind of sacrificial ceremony and war based on his own understanding.

"No."

Su Cheng shook his head.

"This lost tribe does not have sacrificial rituals. You can regard this mural as a record of the birth, aging, illness and death of their tribe, and a parenting manual."

"But what is recorded on it is too bizarre."

"Let me explain this story to you in a way that modern science can explain clearly."

Su Cheng lit another cigarette and told the story.

"First of all, I think you should be able to understand what is recorded on the mural."

"These tribesmen will use a special worm to parasitize the baby's brain when the baby is born, and every baby will go through such a ceremony, because when they grow up, their bodies are full of those worms, and even their mother's milk is full of worms."

"When they grow up, these parasites will begin to control their minds and make them hallucinate."

Su Cheng pointed to the eyeball disc printed on the sheepskin scroll.

"Perhaps these hallucinations allow them to see something like a god in their hearts, and this so-called god allows them to have all kinds of beautiful hallucinations, such as the resurrection of relatives, food falling from the sky, and flames."

"Of course, it can also change people's emotions and hearts at will, from sadness, pain, anger, to happiness. It can even make them imagine that they have grown wings and fly into the sky."

"And the last scene should be war. In their eyes, the death of the body is indeed the destruction of the world. Even the so-called "god" above their heads is shattered. When the worms in the brain are pulled out, their self-proclaimed omnipotent divine power is just a joke."

"In the final analysis, what makes this tribe, or what makes them different, is the worms that have been implanted in their brains since childhood and have gnawed their bodies with holes."

"Perhaps this is an unknown parasite, or an extinct fungus that can produce substances similar to drugs, causing people to hallucinate."

Chang Qing carefully thought about Su Cheng's words and felt that although there were some loopholes, they were generally reasonable.

Su Cheng smiled faintly and exhaled a large puff of smoke. Under the slightly dim crystal lamp, his profile was hidden in the smoke.

"Do you think my analysis is reasonable? Then you are wrong."

After that, he took out a sealed bag from the cabinet and handed it to Chang Qing.

Chang Qing took the sealed bag and saw a small piece of amber inside.

In the amber, a group of worms visible to the naked eye can be clearly seen.

"This is not a handicraft. I risked my life to get it back from the ruins. But in fact, it's nothing. At most, it can be said to be a discovery.I just found some unknown creature. But look at that thing again. "

After saying that, Su Cheng pointed his mouth in one direction of the room.

Chang Qing looked in that direction, and at first he just glanced at it, but the next moment, his eyes suddenly widened.

It was the elytra of an insect as big as a calf hanging on the wall.

Chang Qing immediately looked at the parchment scroll on the table. The wings behind the man with wings on the parchment scroll were exactly the same as the wings on the wall.

Su Cheng seemed to enjoy the occasional surprise of his always calm nephew. He patted his shoulder and said with a smile.

"When I found it, it was well preserved because of the ice. Do you know what this means?"

Chang Qing swallowed his saliva.

"It means that all your previous statements have been overturned. Do the worms that parasitize those people's brains really have omnipotent abilities?"

"Yes, this wing is the biggest proof."

"Is this what you call mysticism? "

"Of course, this is the charm of mysticism, kid."

Su Cheng took the amber out of the sealed bag and held it up to the light.

"It's just a pity that I did the experiment according to the instructions on the mural, but it didn't work."

Chang Qing's scalp tingled.

"What experiment?"

"Of course, I put the worms in the amber into my brain, and then used the same posture and runes as the mural to do the same ritual to see if I can be as omnipotent as them."

"Did you really do it?"

"Of course, you don't think I only have a few worms in this piece of amber, there are actually a lot of them, but I have used them all."

Su Cheng's madness made Chang Qing speechless for a moment.

"Why do you think the experiment failed?"

"Maybe you didn't master all the steps of the ritual? For example, what kind of spells?"

"No, this tribe obviously has no language and writing. This ritual should pay attention to body movements, and I have perfectly reproduced them according to the mural. "

"Maybe it's because the worms you used were all dead?"

"No, because of the long years of freezing, some of the worms found were alive."

"Then maybe..."

"Neither is right."

Before Chang Qing finished speaking, Su Cheng interrupted him.

He pointed to the parchment scroll, and on the mural, the disk composed of twelve huge eyeballs shattered.

"I said that being able to transform conceptual things into reality is the power of God. How can a mere worm do that? At most, it is a medium to help them connect with the gods. Now that the gods are dead, how can the ritual succeed?"