[Stolen pen fan] The ultimate extreme

The situation with black glasses is not good.Bean-sized cold sweat kept breaking out, while Zhang Qiling repeatedly looked at the murals on the underground altar, wondering what he was thinking.The picture of the underground murals is much simpler than that on the ground, and it is a scene of sacrifice.Nüwa holds the baby in a disc surrounded by snakes with three eyes.Finally, the baby's eyes opened and changed to the same color as the snake.

"To save him, we can only perform sacrifices according to the depiction of the mural." Zhang Qiling thought for a long time, "What are you hiding from the Zhang family? Why does his blood make the altar react?"

When he said this, Zhang Qiling stared closely at the glasses of his father in black glasses, but he didn't find a trace of guilt in them.

"This is impossible. Our family has always been attached to the Aixinjueluo family and is a pure-blooded Jurchen. However, my son is not a pure-blooded Jurchen."

This is a vulgar story.The current grandmother with black glasses has been infertile. One day, his father rescued a beautiful Han woman.Back and forth, with black glasses.Unexpectedly, this Han woman died of dystocia after giving birth to black glasses.In this era, the descendants of the nobles and the Han nationality would be discriminated against among the children of the Eight Banners. Therefore, the father of the black glasses tried every means, and finally managed to hide it from everyone, making people believe that the black glasses were his and his wife's biological sons.

Black glasses gained a noble status, his father and grandmother both had sons, except for the forgotten woman, it seemed like a perfect ending.

After hearing this story, Zhang Qiling guessed that the father with black glasses should not have lied based on what he had learned from living here for so long.First of all, the story narrated in the altar mural and the main statue are very clear. The tribe that built the altar should be a branch of the Nuwa clan.This tribe may have caught up with the Queen Mother of the West in this place, or it may have gone to Kunlun Mountain to snatch their fetish, but in any case, the Nuwa clan today will not be Jurchen or Mongols.

"I don't know what will happen after the sacrifice, but I want to explain a few things to you." Zhang Qiling said helplessly. In a certain sense, he had betrayed the Zhang family by making this decision.But the black glasses are the first friend he has made since he was born, and he can't do it to let him watch him die.

"As long as you can save him, you say." The father in black glasses is just a father who is anxious for the child at this time.

"He doesn't meet the conditions for a baby to be sacrificed." Zhang Qiling pointed to the mural, "Look, Nuwa is holding a baby in her hand, but he is nearly ten years old."

After speaking, he walked to the side, pointed to the jewelry that had been cleaned up on the ground, and said, "The tribe that built this altar is a tribe where women are superior to men. Moreover, today we think that men are dragons and women are phoenixes, but in ancient times it was the opposite. Until In the Spring and Autumn Period, many documents still show that the phoenix is ​​masculine and the dragon is feminine. This tribe uses snakes as their totems, and the baby is obviously a female. I don’t know what side effects will occur after the sacrifice, but such things in the altar are said to be As far as I know, several families want it very much. If this secret is known one day, I don’t know if it’s good or bad for him to live.”

"No matter what the outcome is, a father always wants his children to live." The father with black glasses stood with his hands behind his back, and Zhang Qiling felt like he was ten years older.

"Then this place can't be kept. I will take those women's accessories back to Zhang's house. Tell them that I triggered the mechanism when I got off the altar. Before I could see the situation below, the altar collapsed. As for him," Zhang Qiling glanced at the black glasses, "I don't know what he will be like in the future. If we can meet again one day, and he is still disturbed by today's events, I will do my best to help him. In the final analysis, this matter is Because of me."

Zhang Qiling's small figure appeared very resolute in the firelight. Although he was a young child, the words he said made the father in black glasses feel convincing.

He heard that a person named "Qi Ling" of the Zhang family would be the future patriarch, and he believed that this child could take on this important task.

But what he didn't know was that Zhang Qiling had actually deduced the cause and effect of the whole incident based on the murals. He didn't know that the Zhang family itself was inextricably linked with this altar, let alone that the young man in front of him, in order to save The first partner and friend in my life made such a difficult decision at this moment.And what kind of fate his son will bear for this day in the days to come.

Only Zhang Qiling was performing this sacrifice.When the altar stopped turning, the cold sweat on the forehead of the black glasses dissipated.A day later, with the collapse of the cliff cave, some secrets were buried for a long time.

"Uncle, why are your glasses black?" An immature childish voice interrupted the black glasses' memories of the grassland when he was a child, only to see a sweet-looking little girl tugging at the corner of his clothes.

At that time, sunglasses were not popular, and most of them were only worn by blind people, and they wore black glasses with round lenses.The sunglasses worn by the black glasses were a very popular style later on. He bought a glasses-making equipment and made them himself. Ten years later, he also opened a glasses shop. This is a later story.

"Because it's called sunglasses." The black glasses squatted down and poked the little girl's face, only to find the little girl's mother standing behind the little girl with a nervous expression on her face.

Suddenly, his joy was reduced by half, and it wasn’t long after he broke the fish mirror, he felt that his eyes were hurting, so he stood up and hummed a little song: “Hey, there’s no meat to eat, let’s have some Little pickles, add a bowl of clear porridge hehehehe..."

After lighting a cigarette, he disappeared from the sight of the mother and daughter along with the smoke ring in the air.