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Chapter 117 prayer flags

Compared with the feeling of walking on the wooden ladder just now, I felt as if I had finally walked out of the thorn bush and arrived at the temple after walking through thousands of mountains.

Maybe it was the misunderstanding given to me by the numerous prayer flags. I always felt that this place was as sacred as a pilgrimage to Tibet.

I walked among the prayer flags for a while, but I didn't find the entrance where I just entered the prayer flags, which is the end of the stairs. I don't know where it is.

This is strange. Just before I fell to the ground, I clearly felt that I was still running on the wooden ladder. The surrounding environment was still the kind of dark green marble around the wooden ladder. How come it seemed like it happened in the blink of an eye?

, it just changed the appearance of the environment.

I was a little unwilling to give up, so I looked through the prayer flags again, but still couldn't find it.

The prayer flags here all hang down from the eaves of unknown heights. Although they are colorful, they have the same shape. The pictures and texts depicted on them are also the same in my opinion, and it seems endless.

It looks like this, so just after I walked around here for a short while, I already couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south.

Could it be that the bottom of Poyang Lake is a folded space?

I was wondering in my heart, if the previous Hundred Beasts Dance, the altar, and the tunnel really existed at the bottom of the lake, then the appearance of this ancient enclosure would be too weird. And there is no water in the enclosure.

, this cannot be explained by any theory, unless it is folded space.

Just when I was standing in a daze, suddenly, I was tapped on my left shoulder.

Although my strength is a bit weak, the force-bearing area of ​​my shoulder is very large. Judging from the feeling alone, it is not a human hand.

I immediately thought of human-bone ghosts. They looked like human beings and had extremely big hands. The largest one I saw in the ancient pagoda at that time was as big as a washbasin, but their feet were extremely small.

Wearing red embroidered shoes, so walking

She walked awkwardly, as if she couldn't support her huge body, but when I think about it carefully, it fits the word graceful, but the appearance is too ferocious, so those postures look particularly uncomfortable.

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In addition to the sacrifice in the long dream, these ghosts and ghosts with human bones should be regarded as my old friends. Although I already had certain psychological expectations in my heart, I still couldn't bear to be surrounded by such a row behind me.

He kept shaking his head, and then suddenly turned his head.

However, to my surprise, there were prayer flags fluttering slightly from behind, but nothing else.

Could it be my hallucination, but that moment just now was so real that I can even recall the breath of that big hand falling from the air onto my shoulder.

I took a few steps forward, and then I couldn't help but lift up the prayer flags hanging to the ground that were blocking my eyes with my hands. In the end, I still found nothing.

Just when I thought it was my hallucination, a faint "gurgling" sound came from behind me.

It seems to be there, but it seems to be whispering in my ear.

This time, I heard it really clearly and was almost sure it was behind me, but I didn't move. I just stood there quietly, thinking: You don't dare to hurt me anyway, so I'll see what you are going to do.

How to perform.

However, when I stood still and waited for his next move, everything returned to the original silence.

Could it be a ghostly monster with human bones? Such an idea suddenly occurred to me.

Because in retrospect, every time I saw the human skeleton ghosts, they tried their best to get close to me, but I kept running away, and they seemed a little afraid of me, so we kept a distant distance between us.

However, judging from the current situation, the thing hiding in the dark seems to be happy to hide and seek with me, and I have a vague feeling that it is much stronger than me.

As soon as I was sure that the thing that tapped me on the shoulder was not a human skeleton ghost, I instantly felt a chill on my back. I always felt that there was a pair of invisible eyes on the prayer flag behind me, monitoring my every move.

A move.

I stood there and didn't dare to move, but the pair of eyes on my face were moving back and forth, commenting on everything around me within the maximum range of sight, trying to find the one hidden in the dark among these prayer flags.

A little clue of something.

Facts have proved that that thing is indeed stronger than me, because I haven't noticed any movement within my visual field, but I once again felt the gravity of being tapped lightly on my shoulder.

Accompanied by the gentle pat and the "gurgling" laughter that made my ears feel a little itchy, I turned my head sharply. I clearly felt that I had bumped into something, but there was nothing behind me.

A feeling of terror suddenly hit my heart, and then traveled all over the skin of my body.

The thing in the prayer flag is most likely that it can see me, but I can't see it. It can affect my life, but I can't feel its existence.

This feeling of being manipulated is terrible.

I immediately thought of ants.

It is said that the vision of ants is two-dimensional, so even if they are crawling on a sphere, they will think that the sphere is a flat surface. This is very similar to what I am experiencing now.

In other words, as a human with three-dimensional vision, even if I am currently in a multi-dimensional space, I will still think that I am in a three-dimensional space.

If my theory is true, can it be said that the being who tapped me on the shoulder outside my visual range is a high-dimensional intelligence?

Thinking of this, I immediately thought of the cube that fell from mid-air during the sacrifice in my long dream. Was it carrying high-latitude wisdom?

I carefully recalled the process of the sacrifice again. At this time, I really have to thank my relatively good memory for being able to replay the process of the sacrifice in my mind almost like a movie:

The cube disappeared, thousands of music stopped together, and the fish-faced man used white thatch grass to write words that I couldn't understand on the bamboo slips. I always thought that the sacrifice was over when we got here, but in fact, the sacrifice had just begun.

Yes, it’s just that after I sent it, I returned to reality, so I didn’t participate in the most important part of the sacrifice later.

I understood immediately, about the astrolabe, about the sacrifices, and about the unknown number of families involved.

However, there are several questions that have not yet been clarified. The first and most important one is why the families who own the astrolabe end up hiding the astrolabe in a place where ordinary people cannot find it? There are also

How was their clan leader determined? Why do I have the blood of the clan leader in my body?

To figure out these problems, we probably need to collect all the astrolabees and then perform a sacrifice. But, how many of these astrolabees are there? Does grandma know? How much is her dowry? Is it a dowry?

Does everything in it represent the location of an astrolabe? If this is not the case, how to explain the golden silk and the Peacock King bracelet?

What kind of secrets are hidden behind these prayer flags all over the sky?

In fact, by this time, I had already vaguely noticed it. Just by walking through Wawu Mountain and Poyang Lake, it seemed that the two races that originally owned the astrolabe had paid a bloody price to hide the astrolabe from this world.

However, now I am digging them all out to see if they are correct.

Is there extraordinary power behind these horoscopes, which attracts such a large number of people to tirelessly search for it at the cost of their lives?

I suddenly felt a little hesitant and didn't know if I was doing the right thing.

At this moment, behind the prayer flags about ten meters away, there seemed to be a figure floating past. His movements were very light, but I still saw it.


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