This situation is not surprising. Although this gourd-shaped cave is natural overall, it is very likely formed by the strong changes in the geological environment in ancient times, in the fossil forests in the gourd cave, there are many ruins left by ancient people. With the ancient carvings revealed on the fossil altar, it can be almost concluded that this mysterious cave was regarded as an extremely important place by the local indigenous people as a local area as an extremely important place.

The ancestors of human beings had a tradition of knotting things in the Stone Age when Hongmeng was first opened. With the development of civilization, intuitive expressions such as stone carvings, rock paintings, reliefs and other forms of embodied civilization have become the most effective way to inherit civilization. In some places where important sacrifices are held, a large amount of graphic information will be left behind, giving future generations the most direct inspiration.

The ancient ancestors used realistic or abstract artistic techniques to draw and carve figures or symbols on rocks over the long years. They recorded all aspects of ancient human social life. The fossil altar we found in the gourd cave under this "Word Valley" records the secret activities of the ancients to worship the mountain gods here.

The first thing that comes to my eyes is the best preserved pair on this altar, which is said to be intact, but relatively speaking, after thousands of years of erosion, a large part of the carvings have become blurred. The stone carving patterns adopt the grinding process. The grinding method is to chisel first and then grind. The lines are thicker and deep, the grooves are smooth, and some places even retain the original color.

As big as it can be seen, this stone carving has a tall black-faced god with big ears and a high nose, thick hair on his face, and a skull in his mouth. His face is simple and strange, and it is easy to be remembered.

The fat man pointed to the black-faced god on the fossil altar and said, "Hey, does this black-faced look like the statue of the god worshipped in the temple at the entrance to the mountain? There are only two evil spirits of the Yasha who are following. It turns out that this gourd cave is his territory. I don't know where this grandson comes from."

Shirley Yang said: "There are slightly different images, but they are exactly the same in their bones. Most of them are the same person. However, the statues in the mountain temple have the style of the Qin and Han dynasties, and look elegant and outspoken. They are quite influenced by the mainland Han civilization circle. The stone carvings on the altar reveal the original and wild freehand colors everywhere. They should be primitive monuments from at least three or four thousand years ago. They are probably the ruins left by ancestors in southern Xinjiang before the Warring States Period. The mountain temple at the entrance was the image of the gods created according to the legends nearby. In addition, it is not yet certain whether it is a mountain god or a wizard. Let's take a look at the rest."

The fat man used the engineer shovel to continue cleaning the remaining stone carvings. He cleared some of them. Shirley Yang looked at some of them, but most of them were no longer recognized, and the order was inconsistent, which made people confused. After reading for a while, he found no valuable information.

I was also secretly anxious. While holding a flashlight for the fat man and Shirley Yang, I was alert to the movements around me. Now I was parked in the middle of the cave in an inappropriate manner. This place was not an idle place. There were too many dangers lurking. The elusive female corpse underwater, the extremely large toads, and the huge flying insects. Although we have not been hit by any fatal attacks for the time being, we have not yet figured out whether our bodies are getting smaller or whether it has been caused by some change due to going deep into this gourd-shaped cave.

The continuous consumption of equipment and energy has forced us to do our best to travel through this cave as soon as possible, but this strange cave is full of dangers. The deeper we go, the wider the cave becomes, and the plants and insects inside are much larger than the outside world. As Shirley Yang said, insects are the most vital and lethal species in the world. The reason why they have not dominated the earth is entirely due to their small size. If we continue to walk like this in the cave, those flying insects will only need to go three more rounds. If they are unlucky to be bitten by them, they will inevitably die. No matter you are the Daluo Golden Immortal, it will be difficult for you to survive.

It can be said that when we were wandering between advance and retreat, we found a fossil altar, which was of great significance. We can only hope here now. If we can find some clues from the altar and evaluate our current situation, we can decide whether to continue to take the risk or return the same way, and think of other ways to find a way to enter the "Tomb of King Xian".

I couldn't wait any longer, so I said to Shirley Yang: "I remember that in the "Yantian Lun" by Yuan Tiangang, the master of Feng Shui in the Tang Dynasty, he once described the situation of ancient people offering sacrifices to mountain gods. It is quite similar to this. There may be more than one stone altar in this cave. We might as well look for it nearby, and maybe we will gain something."

Shirley Yang asked me to see a stone carving that she and the fat man had just cleaned out, and said to me: "This is the last part, two pieces connected together. Thank God, I can see it clearly, so you can also take a look."

I saw that Shirley Yang's face was a little strange, and I couldn't tell whether it was joy or sorrow, and it seemed that there was more doubt, so I handed over the "Wolf Eye" flashlight and "Sword Power" to the fat man, leaned down and went to see the grinding stone carvings on the altar.

I calmed down and watched carefully. The picture was rough and thick, the composition was simple, and the posture was natural, but it was quite freehand. It was an extremely strange scene. In the water of the fossil forest, a group of native people with feathers were riding on the boat, holding long poles in their hands. The poles and wooden boats were seen by us after passing through the "Sancang Gully". At that time, we didn't know what they were for.

I saw many large toads tied up in the wooden boats. Maybe the toads were captured by these natives nearby, and they were tied with ropes to make them strong. The toads opened their mouths and looked very frightened. They seemed to be extremely worried about the fate they were about to face. They were all struggling to do their best. Although the carvings were simple, they were extremely vivid. When you look at them, you could feel the scene conveyed in the stone carvings, which were full of a tragic atmosphere of large-scale sacrifice and killing in ancient times.

Several natives with feathers were led by a leader with a ox-horned helmet, and at the same time, they lifted a large toad with a long pole, lifted it into a hole in the stone wall of the fossil forest, and black gas came out of the hole.

There is another wooden boat behind, with several smaller toads, showing a look of dying with their eyes closed, and their round body has become dry. Moreover, the color of the dead toads is different from those living toads, making them look lifeless, sad and terrifying, fully reflecting the gap between life and death.

After seeing these, I remembered all the things I witnessed in the mountain god temple. There was a mountain ghost on the black-faced mountain god, one holding a fiery red stone gourd, and the other holding a lively toad. It turned out that this god guarding the mountains lived in a gourd-shaped cave, and the local people, under the guidance of the wizard, captured a large number of toads to worship him.

I asked Shirley Yang: "So, it's not that our bodies have become smaller, but that this cave is indeed a gourd shape and a trumpet shape. We crawled in from a narrow cave like a gourd mouth, and now we are walking to the front half of the gourd belly?"

Shirley Yang nodded and said, "You are only half right. Although the stone carvings in front are unclear, I found that there are some descriptions of the terrain here. The entrance we entered is the bottom of the gourd, which is a man-made entrance, and it was artificially built into the shape of an inverted gourd, which is connected to this natural big gourd cave. Moreover, the history of the big gourd cave is much earlier than that of the King Xian tomb. If we want to pass through the King Xian tomb from this cave, we have to drill into the hole where the natives used a long pole to pull the big toad into. It is possible that the mountain god is still waiting for us inside."

I didn't react for a moment and was completely stunned: "What are you waiting for us to do? Do you want to eat us as a toad?"

The fat man said to Shirley Yang: "You don't need to scare us. Who have we ever been tolerated except Chairman Mao? I'll go in with a submachine gun. If he obediently makes a way to let us go, it would be fine. Otherwise, it would make me angry. I will use the gun to rush him with a gun without saying a word. From this gourd cave, my surname will be Wang Buhei."

I recalled and said to the fat man: "What are you talking nonsense? Ancient people can take feudal superstitious thoughts seriously. I don't believe in any mountain god. I dug a cave in Kunlun Mountain for several years, but I have never dug out any mountain gods. I think it was just a kind of wild beast that survived in the cave back then. The hardworking and brave working people in the local area who were blinded by the ruling class and oppressed by the three mountains, took that guy as a god. Such precedents are everywhere in Chinese history and countless."

The fat man said thoughtfully: "That's true. Otherwise, what's the point of saying that knowledge is power. If an animal is really regarded as a mountain god, it may be a python and a python. The deep mountains and forests are so powerful. We have seen a lot of snakes eating frogs, and it is probably an old python or a big snake."

I said to the fat man: "With the American M1A1 in hand, even if a real dragon descends to earth, we can shoot it into a sieve. But I'm afraid we don't have the opportunity to eliminate harm for the people this time. This altar is a ruin from thousands of years ago. Only turtles can live for a thousand years. How can animals such as pythons live to this day? I guess the cave over there has been empty for many years."

Fatty and I were immediately full of confidence and felt that the hero was useless, but Shirley Yang said, "Don't make a conclusion too early. Look at this final painting. We have just seen the female corpse under the water with our own eyes. The cave over there may not be nothing."
Chapter completed!