Two-Dimensional Alien Species: Human Security Agency

But now he is carefully examining every part of this hall. After this incident, he made up for the relevant information. The altars are generally divided into three types: the altar of society, the altar of heaven and earth, the sun and the moon, and the altar of the gods. The name shows its performance.

And now it is obvious that the third party is in front of them. The third-order climbing stone altar is not a high standard. After all, compared with the giant stone altar of Tang Zhaoling, which moves thousands of steps, it is indeed only worthy of its status as an altar enshrined in a small mountain village. No wonder it did not attract the attention of Xie Tingshan, a researcher.

In fact, in the era of relatively perfect etiquette and law, most of the altars that directly sacrificed to the gods were abandoned, and most of their functions were undertaken by various temples. The only remaining part of the altar of the gods that has survived completely is the Yin Ruins. But that was also mixed with the Sheji Altar and Sun Moon Lake.

That is to say, the history of its existence is far longer than the distinction of specifications, and there is no way to classify it according to the existing classification standards. It is very simple, just like the stone statue of Easter Island. If it is erected today, it will not arouse the amazement of others at all. Only in the context of the age will the real meaning of this kind of building be understood.

It is precisely because of too much professional knowledge that Xie Tingshan fell into the misunderstanding of habit at first sight. If he really thinks about it carefully, a building that may be in the Xia Dynasty, which is recorded in legends, is completely built with boulders in the dense forest. In particular, the third-order climbing stone altar in the middle of the main hall is composed of three complete stone blocks of different colors. It must not be regarded as so simple.

"In ancient times, sacrifice was one of the most important things for everyone, and it was related to all aspects of weddings, funerals, travel, etc." Although he was a civil servant, Xie Tingshan's health has always been good. After all, it is the kind of love The character of walking south and north, and it is not the first time to enter this place. He climbed to the top of the altar with three strokes and two strokes, and then stood on the stone platform half a person high and explained to his son.

"Most of the oracle bone inscriptions we talk about are written on tortoise bones and cow bones to make divinations to see cracks." Xie Tingshan pointed to a corner of the altar, "The priests stood here and picked up the cracked divinations. Rifts. Make judgments about the future through these rifts."

Saying that, Xie Zhifei really saw some black marks on the top white stone. Those are the traces of the fire, and the perennial burning has left traces that cannot be erased.

"Then what is this small hole?" Xie Zhifei, who was full of interest, squatted down, buttoned the black piece of the stone plate, and found a small round hole, which was filled with all kinds of messy things. The contents were snapped out. Then I found that the hole is really not shallow, and the rounded inner wall does not seem to be formed naturally.

"Huh? This?" Xie Tingshan also obviously noticed this place for the first time. It stands to reason that the place where the fire is burning should not have such a structure, and he couldn't say why. And Xie Zhifei, who recalled this scene again, was really shocked.

Only he understands that this place has never engaged in any sacrifice to the gods. Although it is a **** altar, it is used for sealing after all. Even the sacrifices here will only be life sacrifices, using life to sacrifice to gods and monsters, to calm their anger or strengthen the strength of the seal.

This is no exception. Even if the fire is burned, it is definitely not turtle bones and cow bones, but living people. After knowing this, then the origin of the small hole is easy to guess. Bronze pillar to bind people. Like Joan of Arc who died at the stake, countless sacrificers were tied to this place and burned alive to strengthen this place. Here their blood dries up, oil pours out of their bodies and drips onto the firewood, further fueling the fire, and then mixes with the ashes into an indistinguishable pile, covered in layers and eventually black The imprint remains in this place. Remnants can still be seen thousands of years later.

"I really haven't studied this." Xie Tingshan scratched his head and admitted to his son. After all, in the study of history, especially in the process of restoring history without reference, I don't know. There are often more things than what is known. "This is secondary. I came here this time to show you something else."

Xie Tingshan said to his son happily. But Xie Zhifei's tears couldn't stop from his eyes. Of course, Xie Tingshan couldn't see them. Xie Zhifei in his eyes was still looking at him with a smiling face.

"Most of these pseudo-texts should be related to sacrifices. Can you see that stone pillar?" Xie Tingshan pointed to the few pillars that were still standing. "They are all engraved with similar words."

"Don't ask!" Xie Zhifei shouted in his heart.

"What is that?" But the question was still asked.

"Don't answer him, go find something new!"

"I'll tell you if you ask again," the young scholar said with a smile in his voice.

"Don't ask him...don't ask him..."

"Dad, can you tell me?"

"Don't say it, I beg you, don't say it."

"Then I'll tell you." Xie Tingshan took out the photo on his mobile phone, which was a recent photo of the pillar. Sure enough, there are a few more abstract characters than oracle bone inscriptions. "The first character should be auspicious. Although the drawing method is different, it can be vaguely seen that it is in the shape of an axe. This word is often found in oracle bone inscriptions, representing the monarch and leader."

"The second character is tomahawk, which means ritual music and weapons at the same time."

"The third word is a kind of sacrifice, which looks like a cow, but it is a little different from the general way of writing cows."

"The fourth word is..." Xie Tingshan explained word by word, and Xie Zhifei's tears flowed more and more.

"The connection is 'Jiyue, Hydroxy, Chengqi'." With these words, Xie Zhifei clearly felt that the light of the entire hall dimmed.

"Ji Yue Hydroxy Cheng Kai!" Xie Tingshan seemed to have not noticed it at all, and read this sentence aloud again. Xie Zhifei noticed that his pupils had completely spread out, and his eyes were staring blankly.

"When the day is auspicious, I bow down to the hall, and I pray that everyone will return to their original positions. After I ask, I will beg, and the bottle head will be presented." Immediately after that, such a large passage was passed by Xie Tingshan, who was already in a state of half-absence. Say it skillfully.

"...Sacrifice!" As these words fell, echoes seemed to sound from all over the hall. A pair of huge eyes opened in mid-air, and the blood-red vertical pupils were full of cruelty and murder!

"Offer a sacrifice!"

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Chapter 66 Memory IV

In the second half of the sentence, it was obvious that Xie Tingshan was out of his control when he said it, and Xie Zhifei could feel a cold and moist breath emanating from him. When the blood-red eyes opened, he regained his senses.

There is no problem with Xie Tingshan's knowledge, but the existence of the altar as a seal itself is outside his knowledge reserve, so he embarked on a wrong path from the beginning. The faster and farther he walked, the closer he was to the moment of falling to the bottom of the valley. And when the abyss appeared, he didn't even have time to react.

"...Sacrificial... Item..." After the blood-red eyes appeared, his sanity returned to him. But all this in front of him broke his rational defense line in an instant. When encountering such unimaginable things, people's ability to accept is often much lower than what they imagined. At least one scene was really unacceptable to Xie Zhifei's family.

Even now Xie Zhifei can feel the deep panic and the fear of the pores all over his body tightening instantly in this memory, his muscles trembling, and he can't even utter a word. There is no time to look around, let alone joke or ignite blood with the protagonists in the anime.

His entire brain was completely blank and was in a state of downtime, and the Xie Tingshan couple were not much better than him. Yan Qingli instinctively grabbed Xie Zhifei and protected him behind him, and Xie Tingshan could only squeeze out two words.

"I said it! Offer sacrifices!" This time, the three people noticed that the voice sounded directly in their heads, and the hoarse voice seemed anxious and crazy like someone who had been dry for months.

"Who are you... What is the sacrifice?" Xie Tingshan swallowed, no matter how strange the scene in front of him, as the head of the family, he was the first to stand up and ask.

"Sacrifices are sacrifices! Flesh! Souls!" The hoarse voice exploded in the minds of the three of them again, like the most inferior debt collectors urging them to repay their dues. "Choose! Who is the sacrifice! Woman?" The blood-red eyes turned to Yan Qingli.

The gentle lady faced those tyrannical eyes, and the consciousness of killing and madness, which she had never felt in her previous years, swept her soul like a gust of wind. Death, she instinctively saw these two words in the eyes in front of her. His legs were weak and he almost fell to the ground. But he still stood still, even Xie Zhifei behind him could feel her trembling all over.

Xie Tingshan was also shaken all over. The word "hydroxy" refers to sacrifices that are not cattle or sheep at all. No wonder it is completely different from the existing writing. The sacrifices enshrined on this altar have always been human beings. But his fear and shock were not over. The voice rang again. "Or, child?" After saying this, Shuangtong suddenly twisted, disappeared from Yan Qingli, and appeared behind Xie Zhifei.

"Ah—" This change completely broke the mother and son's defenses. The moment they found the **** eyes behind them, both Xie Zhifei and Yan Qingli screamed in shock, took a step back and fell to the ground. Yan Qingli held Xie Zhifei in one hand and moved back with one hand on the ground, trying to distance himself from the eyes in the sky.

"Choose it! Choose it! Choose it! Who is the sacrifice?!" Shuangtong stared at the mother and son, but the voice was constantly impacting Xie Tingshan standing on the altar.

"Woman? Or a child? Who is the sacrifice you are offering!"

"Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" After pressing repeatedly, the two people who retreated had already retreated to the front of a pillar. Yan Qingli stretched his hand back and touched the black stone pillar for an instinctive moment, and then like a I want to go to the other side. But when he stretched out his hand, there was another scream.

At some point, the stone pillars were wrapped in a black-red film. The moment the blood-stained film touched Yan Qingli's hand, a slit was torn open in her hand, and blood kept pouring out. .

"Blood!" The voice became completely mad, and the hoarse voice was crazy, and after the sound was broken, it was as unpleasant as nails scraping glass. "Sacrifice! Give me a sacrifice!" The sharp voice made the three of them cover their heads and groan in pain. Yan Qingli could only hug Xie Zhifei and curl up in front of the stone pillar as much as possible. Trembling all over.

"Sacrifice!" The voice was still roaring.

"Shut up!" Xie Tingshan stood up straight and roared back.

"...Who is it?" The voice obviously didn't guess what he said. After a while, he shouted out the second half of the sentence, then turned his head and stared at the man standing on the altar.

"I said shut up!" Xie Tingshan pushed him **** for tat, "No sacrifices! My wife and son! Neither will be sacrifices."

"No sacrifices?" After a long while, the voice slowly rang out, as if asking himself a small, puzzled voice. "No sacrifices!! Hahahaha! No sacrifices?! How could there be no sacrifices! How could there be no sacrifices!" Then he started to laugh wildly like a maniac.

Yan Qingli reported that Xie Zhifei's arms were tighter, and even Xie Tingshan, who had finally gathered up his courage, was suffocated by this, although he was still staring at those blood-red eyes. But he didn't shout out the momentum he had when he shut up.

"Is there no sacrifice?" His eyes turned his head again, looking at Xie Tingshan, his tone was no longer threatening, but more like asking. Such a tone made Xie Tingshan stunned again, but seeing the appearance of Yan Qingli and Xie Zhifei, he became firm again.

"no."

"Okay." The answer from the voice made Xie Tingshan stunned again, even if the other party said that he had to choose one, or if he didn't choose, then if the sacrifice was yours, he wouldn't be so surprised. But this sentence really made him stunned, and he began to instinctively feel that there was something he guessed wrong.

"No sacrifices. No responsibility." Before Xie Tingshan could ask his own questions, his voice continued. With profound sadness and a sense of utter relief.

"Rest." The blood color slowly faded from the eyes, and the dyed color of the eyes returned to their original appearance, which were a pair of amber eyes. Clean, pure, and tough, a burly man in animal skin floated in the air, his black hair was tied into small braids, and his face felt stripes of various colors to become totems.

"You are!" If it was just faintly aware that something was wrong, now Xie Tingshan really felt the problem. Reach out quickly.