Metaphysics Live Room: The host is the contract husband

Professor Bai looked at the stone door in front of him. There was an obvious turntable on one side. If it was not right, it might trigger the mechanism.

"What's wrong, Professor? This door can't be opened."

"All of you step aside. Chen Cheng, come here. I told you to turn the dial to open the door. Be careful, there might be a trap."

A special forces soldier came over, drew the long knife from his waist and nodded.

Chen Cheng swallowed, placed his hands on the turntable, and turned it according to the professor's instructions. With a series of clicking sounds, the inside began to rotate.

The dust above my head was falling down, which was a bit choking.

Professor Bai: "Continue two circles to the left, three circles to the right, and then stop."

"Kakaka~~~"

With a loud bang, the ground seemed to tremble. Chen Cheng let go of his hand and pulled the professor back. The stone gate in front of him began to slowly rise.

Everyone subconsciously moved away. After the stone door was completely raised, a special forces soldier quickly walked in. After confirming that there was no danger, he nodded and said, "Professor, please come in."

Professor Bai walked in, covering his nose, and was immediately attracted by the gorgeous murals on the wall, which showed ancient streets, pavilions, bustling markets, etc. He couldn't take his eyes off them.

He hurriedly called out, "Wan Ning, hurry up and take pictures of these. Take them back so we can study them slowly. These are priceless treasures. The lives of ancient people can be seen clearly in these murals."

Xu Wanning pointed the camera at the mural, her eyes filled with wonder. "It's so beautiful! It hasn't faded after all these years. What kind of paint is used?"

"Take a picture, take a picture quickly. Once exposed to air, these pigments will fade away quickly."

"Yes, Professor."

The master and the apprentice stood by the wall, looking up and walking a little further inside the mural. Li Fumei looked at it for a while and asked in confusion, "Master, is this a scene of ancient people going to a market?"

Su Chen nodded: "Yes, it may be an ancient festival. You see there are dragon boats in the river. It is very likely that dragon boat racing has existed in ancient times."

"On both sides of the river are streets for eating, drinking and having fun. You can see many people holding food and small toys standing by the railings to watch the dragon boat race. It was quite lively even in ancient times."

There are four paintings on the four walls. The first two are about everyday life, while the last two are a bit weird. They are women in gorgeous clothes dancing, but their faces are all skulls.

Their limbs were also obviously twisted, which looked very strange, as if there were invisible wires hanging them up and controlling them to dance.

In the fourth painting, the priest is wearing a mask, followed by a woman in plain white clothes. She seems to be carrying something and throwing it directly into the cauldron. It is unknown what she is refining.

Li Fumei tilted her head and said, "Master, they are offering sacrifices, just like we do in our village, praying for good weather and good harvests."

"Oh, your village also holds sacrifices? Modern people rarely do this. Ancient people believed in gods and immortals and would pray for their protection, which means they would offer sacrifices to them."

"We do it in our village. I've secretly seen it. They kill cattle, sheep, and pigs, then bleed them and kneel down to pray for something."

Su Chen nodded: "Normally, livestock are used as a substitute. In ancient times, human life was not valuable, so human lives were often used for sacrifice. As for whether it is not clear here."

Li Fumei whispered, "Master, you can see clearly that the one being carried is a tied-up girl. You can see that her head is twisted and her body is curved."

"Men don't have this arc, so why should they pour girls into the pot? What's the point of cooking and eating them?"

"...I don't know, but this isn't a pot, it's a tripod."

The master and the disciple were whispering to each other when a scream was heard behind them. They subconsciously turned around and saw a student performing a shaman dance.

Her eyes were dazed and dazed, as if she had lost her soul. She danced in the stone chamber with coquettish gestures and sang in a shrill voice.

Xu Wanning was taking pictures. When she heard the noise and looked over, she also saw this strange scene and was a little surprised: "What's going on? It was fine just now."