In the original live broadcast [Crossover]

Those are four pointed pillars. I don't know what material they are made of. As long as there is a little sunlight, they will shine like stars in the night sky. With his good eyesight, Zhu Xun can see the carved patterns on the pillars. A kind of writing, he looked at it for a long time, but couldn't recognize what was written on it.

Scumbag's sadness: what word is this?

Mr. Pei's camera: I'm more curious about how the words are engraved.

Undescribable: Burying pointed pillars in the desert, this operation is also 6.

There was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, and Zhu Xun looked at the building in front of him that was comparable to the obelisk, and he was also puzzled, because these four pillars were obviously not on the same line as the tribal civilization.

Xiu looked at Zhu Xun's confused face and couldn't help explaining.

"This is not made by the Morata people themselves, and these stones are not found in the desert."

"What do you mean?" Zhu Xun thought of a possibility, "Is this already there?"

"That's right, the statues of gods are born to exist."

The Morata Brigade came closer, and Zhu Xun could clearly see the statue of the god surrounded by the pointed pillars. It was a god with female characteristics. Although the face was blurred, it felt very comfortable. Even Zhu Xun A non-believer like Xun will also feel the sacred atmosphere of those legends when he sees the statue.

"... At first, I wondered how the locals could tell the gender of the gods. It turned out to be like this." Zhu Xun scratched his head, feeling that his questioning was inappropriate. Xin didn't grab him and beat him up. Be patient.

Many people didn't dare to look directly at the gods, and all lowered their heads, especially the leader Rab and the four elders, who almost knelt on the ground and crawled forward.

This is a very strange posture. Zhu Xun blinked, and saw the crude altar under the statue. It was made of many broken stones, and it was only a little higher than the sand dunes. There were many dry things on it. As it is.

"Look, only the altar under the statue was made by Morata, and it looks very simple." Xiu's voice echoed in Zhu Xun's ears, and the wind from his mouth brushed against his ears, making it itchy.

Zhu Xun rubbed his ears, Rab knelt on the altar, and the others had already taken out the sacrifices, so he imitated those people and also took out the sacrifices he had prepared.

The black fish was still alive and kicking in Xiu's hand, and its vitality was extremely tenacious. Because he wanted to sacrifice a living thing, he sprinkled a little water on the fish's body, and the slightly cloudy liquid fell to the ground along the slippery body, and was quickly absorbed by the gravel. After a while, the wet marks disappeared without a trace.

"Give the sacrifice to other people, and we can go back. According to the rules, non-believers cannot offer sacrifices to the gods. You are allowed to go to the altar today because the chief approved you."

Xiu's face was flushed red by the setting sun, showing the same color as the desert. Looking at his sincere eyes, Zhu Xun nodded slightly. In the distance, Rab was walking towards him. Zhu Xun took black fish and dried meat and flew ran to the priest.

Seeing Zhu Xun being so active, Rab was a little taken aback.

"you…"

"This is a sacrifice, as requested, one living thing, one dead thing." Zhu Xun handed the things in his hand to Rab, and carefully took out an item from the place wrapped in animal skin.

"This is nettle that has lost its moisture, and it is also my useless."

Rab didn't seem to expect that Zhu Xun's useless item was Xun, and took it with a blank face. Zhu Xun looked at Rab, and didn't say anything about her excessive declarations in the past.

"I'm leaving, rainy season, let's work hard together."

Zhu Xun turned around quickly and ran towards a certain direction. Rab looked over, a little dazed. After a long time, a small white spot appeared in the direction Zhu Xun was running. She knew that it was a foreigner from the tribe. They quickly Standing together, they left along the way back.

Looking at the intimate backs of the two, a subtle force rose in Rab's heart. On the statue of the god, Paolas was also staring at the backs of Zhu Xun and Xiu.

It is Zhu Xun's unique warmth that dispels the boredom brought about by the disaster of the rainy season in Labrador.

This warmth may be called—tolerance.

The author has something to say: Let me be short a few times