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Author: Xueer Gege

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No one interrupted the old lady's narration. It seemed that she was tired after saying this, so she closed her eyes again. After not long waiting, the old lady continued to speak.

"Bo Yegu's nomadic land was actually the eastern side of the Qilian Mountains in Ganzhou. Of course, they would never go near Guyuan Town in the oasis. Guyuan Town is now Ganzhou. It is said that after a fierce battle, Guyuan Town took advantage of the situation.

Troops were sent to intervene, and Boyegu was exterminated.

As for the cave you mentioned, I generally know where it is. Although Boyegu was exterminated, I think these were just people who participated in the war at that time. At that time, the children, women, slaves, and their cattle and sheep of the four Boyegu families were all

It was snatched away by the Eight Families.

Those children were no different from slaves and were beaten, scolded and executed at will. All this was not because of how powerful the Eight Families were, but because the garrison in Guyuan Town at that time wanted the Eight Families to win. As for the reason,"

The old lady stopped here, probably thinking about the vocabulary. Da Zhao had already started searching. After all, the name Guyuan Town sounded familiar, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

You Qi was not sure which words it was. Fang Dongsheng next to him slapped his thigh. He quickly came over, wrote the words Guyuan Town, and said in a low voice:

"More than four hundred years ago, with this name, I think it refers to the Ming Dynasty. At that time, this place was a heavily military town. Not to mention that the whole city was armed. If there was a war between two parts of this tribe, as a

The top local official must have cracked down quickly.

After all, any disturbance can easily lead to greater conflicts, and even foreign enemies will launch a large-scale attack because of this. In this case, we may face the loss of the entire northwest defense line."

Sure enough, people from one side understand the history of the other side.

Da Zhao had already found the details at this time, but there were very few descriptions of Guyuan Town on the Internet, and even the historical records were very sketchy. It felt like no major battles took place here.

On the contrary, there were several major construction expansions, and there are detailed records. The governors of the three sides supervised the construction, and the military preparations were further built, and towers and oars were installed. Later, facilities such as turrets and forts were installed.

Obviously, this has developed from the era of cold weapons to long-range hot weapons for long-range defense.

Zhou Ning narrowed his eyes. Under the nose of such a military town, two groups of tribesmen had to intervene because of a fight over the pastures. Whoever obeyed at this time could be influenced by the court and would naturally be supported. Otherwise, the tribe would be exterminated.

It seems that the Boyegu tribe fought hard because they had their own ideas and did not want to be controlled by Guyuan Town, let alone the Eight Families.

If the clan is suddenly exterminated, this situation is indeed possible, but what is going on with this sacrifice?

Zhou Ning looked at the old lady, and then looked up at her grandson An Jianhua.

"Let me ask this old man, no one of these remaining Boyegu people has resisted since then, or in the past four hundred years, no one has wanted to revitalize the Boyegu tribe?"

Before An Jianhua could speak, the old lady opened her eyes and stared into Zhou Ning's eyes.

"I said that after the war, all the children, slaves and women were taken away. But before, women were the heads of the family. There was no father in the family, only uncles, aunts and brothers and sisters. In the eyes of the Yugu people, grandmothers and mothers were the heads of family.

It was during this period that these women became slaves and were even resold as livestock. They were distributed to the clan members of the Eight Families. Who can say that the blood of us descendants of the Eight Families does not contain the blood of Boyegu?

So what is called genocide is just swallowing up the four major families at that time. Boyegu has always been there, and we may all be Boyegu, but I don’t know how many people know about this cave or even understand the history of that year."

Zhou Ning stood up, bowed slightly towards the old lady, walked to the big screen monitor, and said to the old lady:

"I understand what you mean. What I just told you is about history and relics. Next, I want my colleagues to talk about some of the discoveries at the site.

After all, we believe that these traces occurred twenty years ago. Could it be that someone thinks that he is a descendant of Boyegu and wants to curse someone or something through some ritual or a form similar to summoning?

We hope you can help take a look and tell us whether the Yugu people have similar rituals? Or whether there is a high priest who has passed down these rituals."

An Jianhua hurriedly translated, and you could feel that he was stumbling over some words, and he kept making gestures with the old lady before he finished the introduction.

The old lady opened her eyes at this time and looked at the big screen. On it, Zhou Ning kept turning over eight silkworm cocoons, a red stone plate with lotus leaves on the ground, a mummy, and a tall porcelain bowl. For each picture, Zhou Ning introduced what it was and how to make it.

When I arrived, An Jianhua was sweating on his forehead, not from nervousness but from nausea.

In the end, An Jianhua couldn't hold it back anymore and ran out directly, probably to vomit. The old lady was still very calm, but at this time she was not sitting cross-legged on the chair, but came down and walked to the big screen.

Waving to the left, Zhou Ning understood that this meant going back to look at the previous pictures. Zhou Ning hurriedly turned forward. The old lady continued to wave her hands, flipping through many pictures, and returned to the picture of the tall porcelain bowl.

When taking the picture, the old lady stopped.

After leaning closer to the screen and looking at it for a long time, Zhou Ning realized that what she was looking at was not the contents of the bowl, but the blood mark of the dagger on the ground.

This discovery made Zhou Ning a little happy. After all, they initially thought that this thing was a ritual vessel for sacrifice, which was definitely unusual.

"Old man, do you know this dagger?"

The old lady nodded, pointed at this form, and spoke very excitedly. At the end, she clasped her hands together, held up the rosary, and muttered something. Zhou Ning couldn't understand it, but he knew that this dagger was definitely not a simple thing.

Fang Dongsheng became anxious and ran out to find someone. After a while, An Jianhua was carried back, really carried away.

The boy's face was pale and there were water stains on his face.

He probably vomited and then washed his face, but the feeling hadn't passed yet. Da Zhao quickly stepped forward, patted Fang Dongsheng's hand away, handed him a tissue to wipe his face, then found a mint from his pocket and stuffed it into his mouth.

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"Man, don't make up your own mind. I guess you haven't been out in the field for a short period of time. We are at the seaside and have seen all kinds of things floating on the sea, rivers and roads. It is not surprising that it can become corrupted in any way. It will be better if you see it more often.

It started to be more serious for me than you, but it was relieved by eating a mint candy."

An Jianhua looked at Da Zhao gratefully. This consolation could be said to be from the bottom of his heart. Not only was he disgusted just now, but he also felt that he was a loser. He couldn't bear this. Was there something wrong with his career choice?

"Thanks."

"You are so polite. Please wait a moment. Your grandma just said a lot. Please wait a moment before continuing. There are few opportunities to see cases like this here. In fact, since we are cooperating with Qindao, we can send people over in batches to follow the investigation of the case. This way

The improvement is more effective than any other training. If you follow one or two cases, you will know everything!"

As soon as he said this, An Jianhua perked up, and it seemed that the uncomfortable feeling just now disappeared. After all, his mouth was already a little numb due to the spicy mint candy.

"I think I'm much better. I'll perform well. I'll ask Fangda to give me a chance later. I want to go to Qindao for an internship. This will improve my abilities. Don't worry about whether I can come back. This is my home. I

All the tribesmen are here.”

Fang Dongsheng looked embarrassed, and Zhao Henjian's words seemed to be true. If there was such a good thing, he wanted to be the first to go there.

But since it’s all about this, I can’t refute Zhao Xinli’s face, so he echoed:

"Perform well and strive for opportunities. When the time comes, we will conduct a comprehensive screening. I will be the first to sign up for you, but whether you are selected or not is not something I can decide."

An Jianhua smiled, his clear eyes carrying the unique brilliance of a young man.

"Okay, I'd better get down to business and help my grandma translate."

As he said that, he walked to the old lady. The old lady pulled him and whispered a lot. It was three or four times longer than when he was talking to Zhou Ning just now. She seemed to be explaining to An Jianhua. An Jianhua asked.

After a few questions, the old lady described them again, and then he nodded, walked to Da Zhao, picked up the paper and pen and returned to the old lady's side.

The two of them were talking and drawing, and soon the shape of a dagger appeared on the paper. Although the drawing was brutal, Zhou Ning could understand what was being described. It was a dagger inlaid with many gems.

The guard of the dagger was in the shape of a cross, which was very different from the current guard. After drawing it, An Jianhua said:

"When my grandma saw this mark, she remembered that when she was young, about sixty years ago, she and her grandfather went to the big boss's house to participate in a ceremony. The high priest invited out a dagger, which was said to be an ancestor's relic and represented Uighurs.

The holy sword of blood.

The handle of the holy sword is covered with gems, in seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple. Where the handle and the blade are connected is a golden cross. This holy sword was used to kill cattle and sheep in that sacrifice.

, a bowl of blood was taken from each sacrifice and poured into a basin.

Finally, the holy knife was put in, and the high priest started chanting. We all knelt down and worshiped. After a long time, the high priest walked to the basin and took out the holy knife. The holy knife was full of blood. It could be said that it was full of blood.

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Then people from other families came forward and cut their palms with a blood-stained holy knife. Then they put the holy knife on each robe and printed the mark. Everyone brought it back as a holy object to worship. After all, this is Yaohu.

Your legacy."

Zhou Ning probably understood. This dagger is a treasure kept by the big boss's family. It is probably the only thing left after the split from Uihe. The whole family cherishes it very much. But what is this Yaohu'er?

What is the name of Green Tara in their language?

"What does Yao Huer mean?"

I did something really crazy, and I was extremely depressed. I missed a chapter between chapter 601 and chapter 601. After ordering it, I put it in the group to read it. If I didn’t see it, I added it to 600.

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