Shaman is a mysterious religion and has little reputation, but in terms of history, it is absolutely no worse than the Buddhist and Taoist religions. It is said that shamans originated in the prehistoric fishing and hunting era. The shaman wizards in them have been deified for a long time. However, with the changes of the times, the replacement of dynasties, and the cycle of history, the true shaman culture has been almost lost. Now, shamanism is popular in the northern generation in China, and even to the south, most people have never heard of this sect.

The great shaman wizard of this generation had a close relationship with Wuqiao, and he was a master and a friend, so he could get in touch with the secrets of the shamanism, including the most famous and mysterious wizard blood sacrifice.

Wuqiao stared at the patterns on the altar and the round tripod in the picture. After watching for a long time, he shook his head and said, "Ninety percent is a blood sacrifice. The world's great way is the same. This blood sacrifice may not be transmitted from the same system, but if you want to make sense, it is basically not much different. There are records of such blood sacrifices in the shamans. This is not a traditional way of tribute, but..."

Wu Qiao stopped talking about this, obviously hesitating and taboo, and you can even savor some unbelievable shock from his words.

Wang Jingzhe frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

Wuqiao said: "I'm not sure, but if I really think so, it would be a bit bad, but the possibility is not very high."

Zhang Shengli said dissatisfiedly: "What else can I hide here? Martial law and bans have been issued here, and nothing you say will be spread."

Wu Qiao turned his head and frowned and said, "I am afraid of disasters coming from my mouth. You can't even say some uncertain theories, otherwise it will easily cause big trouble if you say them in one sentence. The scene in this video is not very clear, and I didn't go to the bottom of the lake to see with my own eyes. What kind of certain way do you ask me to express my thoughts?"

Huang Jiulang reached out to interrupt them and said, "The disputes are useless now. Keep looking down. Let's talk about it after two days when they go to the ancient city. They just arrived here and didn't even go to the scene. Whatever they say now is not a piece of talk? Keep going..."

The video was played again, and at this time, I saw Wang Jingzhe hurriedly signaling people to swim upstream in the water, but unfortunately, the people below were slower in reaction. For almost half a minute, no one moved. Wen Feng and Li Feier felt regretful when they looked at it again. Wang Jingzhe's evacuation gesture was too obvious, but none of them took it seriously. If they really saw him sign and left immediately, they would probably not die.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers around the altar all raised their heads, and then a corpse suddenly raised the halberd in his hand, and the tip of the blade pierced a man's chest. Then the soldier pulled back and nailed the man firmly to the ground. The remaining scene in the video was the influence of Wang Jingzhe and others' rapid departure.

Although I have experienced it once, I still find it difficult to accept and believe that those soldiers from more than two thousand years ago will suddenly survive.

The picture stopped, and Wang Jingzhe turned around and said to them, "It's over here. I can't explore this ancient city anymore. I've only found you. But there is a saying that I have to say in front of you. Let's not talk about selflessness. After all, it may involve your own life in the end. So what I mean is that if you feel too dangerous, you can't go. If you find something wrong, you will withdraw it immediately. Sometimes the dusty history may not have to be dug out. If you are destined to be unable to dig, then you can just continue to sink. Everything is based on safety first. After I finish speaking, you can measure it yourself."

Huang Jiulang looked at him speechlessly, coughed dryly, and said, "That, what, I'll just say, the above meaning is that it's best to find it to the end. After all, something strange has happened in the corpse warehouse at the bottom of the lake. If these corpses crawled out of Fuxian Lake in the future, there would be a big mess, so everyone must do their best."

Cai Daowen grinned and said, "Are you loyal to the country?"

"Haha, try to do as much as possible..."

On that day, after Wuqiao and the others arrived, they had a preliminary understanding of the situation. The final conclusion was that they could take a trip, but everything must be prepared. All things must be arranged by Huang Jiulang, and the logistics work must be done well.

Huang Jiulang naturally had everything in detail. He told Wang Jingzhe and the others that the military region in Beihai would send another team of frogmen to come tomorrow, and carry various diving equipment and even the pressure relief chamber was ready.

After coming out of the command center, several people walked towards their residence. When there was no one around the road, Wang Jingzhe asked Wuqiao, "Did you see something?"

I had been in contact with Wuqiao several times, and I knew him well. At that time, Wuqiao wanted to say something but stopped, it was not because he was uncertain, but because some words were not convenient to say in front of so many people.

"Yeah, I see some trouble"

Wang Jingzhe frowned and said, "What does it mean?"

"The blood sacrifice on the altar is definitely not an ordinary way of sacrifice. If I read it correctly, it should be an ancient resurrection or rebirth ceremony. There are descriptions of this kind of sacrifice in the ancient shaman's books. It roughly means who was sealed in the tomb, and the great wizard lowered the spell. Waiting for a certain day when the sacrifice is activated, the long-clogged corpse will be reborn again. The pattern on the altar is a magic circle that can extract human blood, essence, and... the breath of life."

Lin Wenqi snapped his fingers and said, "That pyramid is indeed a tomb!"

"Dang Qiang was buried in it, waiting to come back to life?" Wang Lingge said in disbelief: "What a fool to him? It's been thousands of years since ancient times. I have never heard of anyone who can be resurrected after so long. Isn't this a myth?"

Wang Jingzhe waved his hand and said, "It may be because we are ignorant, or it may be because I..."

Wang Jingzhe had just said half of his words, but Wang Lingge suddenly stopped as he walked, and his breathing suddenly became rapid.

"What's wrong, you're cramping?" Lin Wenqi pushed him and said.

"I thought of something..."

"What?"
Chapter completed!