Chapter 271: Snake Ghost Town · Third Night: Relief

We have moved almost everything that can be used, and prepared several buckets of silt. I didn't dare to light a big campfire, and made a small carbon pile. I didn't dare to cook the canned food for dinner. I put the stove on the outside of the ruins.
We estimate that the snakes will definitely start to move after the mist is filled, so I do n’t panic at dusk. I help the fat guy cook, and the oil bottle looks at the wind to help us.
But the fat man moves fast, I can't help much, and I can be dazed by the side after opening the can.
The fat man is annoying me this way. He said that I am Lin Daiyu. I do n’t know how to ponder things all day. How can there be so many things in this world? If you live without heart and lungs, you are kicking your legs to death. It was also a kick to death, anyway, the ending is the same, you care what the bond in the middle of the is doing.
I was a little surprised to hear that the fat man would even use the word crepe of bondage. After a while, he found out that he was talking about "cock eggs" and couldn't help laughing.
Thinking about it, I heard the fat man call me: "I said naive, what do you think my brother is doing?"
I retracted the and looked up to see what stuffy oil bottle in the temple was rubbing on the stone wall with it. I called, "What's wrong?"
The stuffy oil bottle ignored me and continued to work, or it might not be heard.
I have done almost everything here, and I am also interested. I put down the canning knife and climbed up. From the corridor of the temple to his side, he saw that he was using carbon in the campfire to wipe the walls, as if he wanted to print something. I asked him why, he pointed to the stone beside him, "I just found it."
The wall was painted black, and I blew it with my mouth, and found that these stone walls had reliefs that had been almost flattened.
"It's basically invisible under the sunlight. Only by applying toner, there will be shadows, and you can tell." He said, picking a piece from the campfire to apply.
Black carbon black smeared the rock, the light and shadow changed, I shook it, found a suitable place, and the relief on the stone appeared. At first glance, I saw a lot of snakes. It's hard to tell, light and shadow are moving, and snake shadow seems to be alive.
Continuous smearing of the oil bottle, we saw an ancient relief appearing on the rocks here. Although after so many years, it still looks like a magic, under the smearing of the oil bottle.
After painting, he stood unsteadily. I immediately supported him and looked at it again. He said, "These are the snakes."
"What are you talking about?" I asked. Because I can't see clearly.
"I can't understand it at once." He said: "You have to think slowly."
I am very interested in these, and I haven't seen much of the historical remains here. Ignorance of this is the most direct reason for our current situation, so I moved my body to find the best angle and worked hard to see it carefully.
Looking at them one by one, I do n’t know what they mean, I do n’t even know what it means. There are many expressions on the relief, some seem to be a sacrifice, and some seem to be a ceremony. I ca n’t say anything. .
Looking at it half guessing, I feel that there are several pictures that seem to be talking about the ancestors here, enshrining these poisonous snakes with cockscombs, they threw pots one by one into some holes, as if they were seen on the road. With a stone tower with square holes, a large number of poisonous snakes began to drill into the broken clay pots. There are rituals presided over the ceremony, many people kneel around.
It turns out that these sacrifices are the snakes here. Do the people here regard this poisonous snake as a god? However, this is not uncommon. Venomous snake worship is very common. The ancients did not know the toxicity of viper snakes. They only knew that they would die after a bite. Looking at such a small wound to death, they would think it was caused by magic. Many Chinese ethnic minorities worship snakes.
These cockscomb snakes may like to eat the eggs of the corpse turtle, but the eggs of the corpse turtle should be toxic, which is more poisonous?
The staggered oil bottle moves, and the reliefs on the sides are many people holding spears. They are killed together with the ancestors. The bodies of many people are pierced by the spears. It seems that it is a war.
The battle situation seems to be detrimental to the Western Queen Motherland, because the number of Western Queen Mothers is obviously much smaller than the other party. The Western Queen Motherland is all infantry, and cavalry can also be seen in the opposing team. The enemy's commander was behind the team, sitting in a cart pulled by eight horses. There was no Queen Mother in the relief. All the reliefs are exquisitely shaped, and even the facial features are meticulously polished, but they are brilliant, obviously from the craftsmanship of top craftsmen.
"This is, war-" mumbled the oil bottle.
"It seems that the Western Queen Motherland was invaded, and the other party is a relatively strong civilization, which may be Loulan or Northern Huns." I said. "These people can't see the style of clothing, but the weapon looks like the Central Plains, it should be Loulan's army. This one on the chariot should be Loulan."
I feel very reasonable after speaking, but the oil bottle didn't pay attention to my words, but touched the commander on the tank with his hand, frowned.
What's wrong with my heart? He suddenly raised his finger at the enemy leader and said to me: "I know this person."