Great Power Technology.

Chapter 394 A Sacrifice in Ancient Times
Ye Zhou opened his eyes and found himself in a wilderness.
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No, it seems a bit inaccurate to say that it is the wilderness, because there are actually some low, wooden huts scattered around his location, which look extremely backward.

And outside those huts, there are "people" in twos and threes collecting and working.

All of these people were wearing grass skirts, and some people who seemed to be of higher status were also decorated with animal teeth and feathers.
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Wait, animal teeth?feather?

This is a tribe?

primitive? ?

Ye Zhou approached a few steps in shock, only to find that these primitive people were all silent, with dull and dull expressions on their faces. If it weren't for the constant movements in their hands, Ye Zhou would almost have thought they were a group of dummies .

How could this simulation happen in such a place?Does this have a dime connection with AES technology?
Or, perceptual reconstruction technology has already had signs of development in ancient times?
But through what?Cultivation?

With doubts in his mind, Ye Zhou walked towards one of the young people who were working. He was worried about the language difference, but fortunately, the simulator had already made plans for him, and as the information flow slowly poured in, He also immediately learned the language of the tribe.

"What are you guys doing? Here, where is it?"

Hearing his question, the young man looked up at him in surprise, then stood up respectfully, and asked:
"Wu, has the sacrifice started yet? Wu, have the gods been born?"

Ye Zhou looked at the man in a daze, and couldn't understand what he meant for a moment.

However, in the next second, as the flow of information continued to pour in, Ye Zhou suddenly understood his current situation.

Here, it is Lei Ze, Lei Ze Fangfeng.

"Shun plowed Lishan, fished Lei Ze" that Lei Ze.

This is really the ancient period, to be precise, it is the period when the so-called "Liangzhu Culture" of the Neolithic Age reached its peak!
And I am the "shaman" of this Fangfeng tribe, that is, a special role in a tribe who specializes in medical treatment, sacrifices, funerals, and chronicles.

He looked down at his shoulder, and sure enough, he found gorgeous feathers there that he hadn't noticed before, and he also used some kind of plant dye to tattoo a simple and strange tattoo on his arm.

Seeing this, Ye Zhou instantly understood the man's question.

Yes, I am going to hold a sacrifice for this tribe, and the purpose of this sacrifice is to restore the eyesight of the once strongest hunter in this tribe, "Qing".

"No, the sacrifice hasn't started yet. I'm going to the rope room for divination first, so Qing can get ready."

After speaking, Ye Zhou turned around and walked deep into the tribe along the route he remembered. What caught his rehearsal were all kinds of thatched huts that he only saw in documentaries, the heavy stone tools placed in front of the hut, and the occasional Large and small pottery with simple patterns appeared.

Everyone who saw him saluted him respectfully, but Ye Zhou didn't respond one by one, but just walked towards the so-called "rope room".

The rope house is right next to his "witch"'s residence. It is a half-underground thatched cottage, the ground is covered with a pointed wooden structure and has no walls, just like the ones he has seen in wilderness survival programs before. The same kind of simple residence.

However, the elegant roof of this thatched hut declares its importance. Compared with other thatched huts in the tribe, the roof of this thatched hut is not only covered with thatch and straw mats, but even a thick layer of mixed Some kind of adhesive black mud.

The thatched hut was small in size, but the door was extremely strong, as if it was designed to prevent people other than witches from entering.

Ye Zhou pushed open the heavy door and walked into the hut. Then, the scene in front of him froze him in place.

Ropes hung all over the hut like cobwebs. Ropes of various thicknesses, colors, and even materials were intricately arranged among them, and those ropes were tied one after another with different shapes and numbers. Knot.

This is the real Knotting Notes!
Ye Zhou always thought that the so-called knotting and remembering is to tie a few knots randomly with a rope, and each knot represents a major event, and the real retention of information still depends on the memory in his mind, but today, he knew that he was wrong .

Think about it too, how could a chronicle method that could be recorded on a large scale before the advent of writing be as simple as knotting?
This is a special encoding system. The only difference between it and the writing system is the material it carries. Even if it continues to develop, human writing is likely to be presented in a completely different way.

In ancient times, did the ancestors of the Chinese nation already have such wisdom?
Ye Zhou couldn't help sighing, but now was obviously not the time to sigh.

He came here to find information.

His eyes wandered among the ropes and knots in the room, and after reading one knot after another, he finally found what he wanted.

In the daytime when the moon was full, Qing went out to hunt, and was burned by the venom sprayed by a poisonous snake in both eyes. Although he saved his life through his own efforts, his eyes were completely blind.

After reading this, memories about Qing automatically appeared in Ye Zhou's mind. He suddenly remembered that Qing was the hunter who contributed the most in this tribe. The tribe survived the unbearable famine.

If it wasn't because he couldn't learn how to knot a rope and remember things, his position as a witch should actually belong to him.

That's why, I want to organize a "sacrifice" to help him restore the light.

Thinking of this, a light flashed in Ye Zhou's mind. He knew why he appeared in this simulated plot.

This is probably the first time in human history, trying to rely on its own strength to restore a person who has lost a certain perception.

But how to do it?

Ye Zhou carefully searched the memories of the information flow, and finally, when the sky was getting dark, he finally retrieved the entire process of a sacrificial ceremony with the records in the rope house.

So, after the sky completely darkened, Ye Zhou came to the altar built with mud and stones in the middle of the tribe.

"Sunset oh black sky."

The moment he stood on the altar, it seemed that some irresistible force grabbed his body. Facing the bonfire lit on the altar, he began to chant the libretto with his throat hanging.

A voice like the Humai of the later generations came from Ye Zhou's throat. Two completely different tones mixed together, like the distant eagle's cry, and like the muffled thunder close to the ear.

Ye Zhou's hands and feet kept dancing. He held a bunch of herbs in his left hand and a pottery bowl in his right. As the herbs passed over the flames, a psychedelic smoke gradually rose.

After inhaling the smoke, the onlookers gradually became confused, and then suddenly cheered up.

They watched Ye Zhou's movements one by one, imitating his movements, jumping and dancing, the sound of tapping footsteps gradually became unified, and the most primitive drumbeat echoed in the open field.

The sparks swirling on the bonfire, the dancing crowd without a trace, the mysterious and distant shouts, and the deep blue sky under the reflection of the stars and the moon
If someone sees this scene, I am afraid that what they feel is not the so-called "weirdness", but the power of this primitive belief.

Ye Zhou put the herbs on the fire to roast for the last time, and then stuffed them into his mouth.

The bitter taste rose up in his taste buds, and the intense hallucinogenic substances made him almost unable to hold himself-even with the blessing of the "resistor" talent.

After a brief moment, Ye Zhou spat out the herbs in his mouth and let him continue to ferment in the bowl. Afterwards, he held the pottery bowl with one hand and placed it at the highest point of the flame. The high temperature burned his skin, but he was paralyzed by the herbs. Under that, he was unmoved at all.

"Green, fire, under the sky, Taihao comes"

A series of libretto was so simple that it almost didn't make a sentence, but everyone around seemed to understand the libretto. Two men helped Qing in the middle to walk up to the altar. Ye Zhou took the almost boiled herb off the fire, and then ignored it. In the scalding heat, I directly smeared the herbs on Qing's eye sockets with my hands!

The juice dripped into Qing's eyes, and Ye Zhou's heart twitched when he saw his distorted expression.

After a while, Qing's expression suddenly changed to surprise.

"I see, Wu, I see it!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the herbs infiltrated through his blood made him faint.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhou involuntarily froze in place.

see?What do you see?

He himself absolutely does not believe that this ancient witchcraft ceremony can restore people's vision. The reason why he wants to complete it is just to explore along the simulated plot.
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and many more.

Not being able to see doesn't mean that he doesn't have hallucinations of seeing.

Yes.

My own "witch" is not "healing", but creating illusions.

The special ingredients of the herbal medicine stimulated Qing's optic nerve, making him think he saw it.

This is probably the earliest and earliest exploration of AES technology?

It doesn't have any practical meaning, but the "witch" of this ancient tribe did touch the correct answer by accident.
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Even if it's just a glimpse of it from a distance through countless obstacles.

After a while, Ye Zhou's eyes gradually darkened, and when he opened his eyes again, the scene around him had changed.

This time, he came to a room with simple decoration that seemed to be a study.

Still ancient.

And his identity has become a doctor.

(End of this chapter)