Anyone with rationality knows that it is a very absurd thing to interpret a civilizational remains hidden in subspace using the historical perspective before the emergence of the "Big Thousand World".

However, in the trap, two Chinese scholars with considerable knowledge were influenced by the inertia of their past education and could not recognize this point, and their arguments were red.

"Professor Song, after thinking about it, I still think that this wooden house cannot be an Iron Age building." Walking to the wooden house, he kept observing the overall structure carefully, and the young man with round face insisted.

The thin middle-aged man beside him waved his hand, "Okay, Master Zheng, we are now 'the husband speaks for his reason, and the mother speaks for his reason'. It's too early to draw a conclusion. I'd better go into the house and see if there are any other clues before talking about it.

I hope there is no nothing in it.”

While talking, the two walked around the base for a half circle and arrived at the side of the wooden house with a portal.

Without rashly pushing the door directly into the door, the thin middle-aged man took out a glove from his pocket and put it on. He even held his breath and gently stroked the door made of logs, showing a hint of joy on his face, "No decay, it is well preserved."

"It should be a problem with wood, otherwise even in a vacuum environment, there would be no trace of oxidation." The young man with round face said excitedly.

"It's probably true. It seems that the sample will be taken back for analysis later." The thin middle-aged man nodded, and his arm was slightly pressed, tentatively pushing the door. Unexpectedly, he saw the wooden door slowly opening silently.

There is no sun in the sky in the secret realm, but there are clouds radiating soft light. After the light shines along the open log door into the dark wooden house, it becomes cold as if it has lost its temperature in an instant.

I can't see the decorations in the house clearly, but I can blur the ceiling in the room and the four walls are covered with sludge that constantly seeps out of water.

The millions of water droplets slowly slid down the traces of the green moss that looked like a ghost's face, and it was indescribably gloomy and terrifying. The young man with round face swallowed and stuttered, saying, "This, this, Professor Song is..."

"Don't be nervous, Master Zheng. This may be because the builder deliberately imitated the living environment of the cave." Feeling the cold and cold that penetrated into the bone cracks, the thin middle-aged man calmed down, "Let's go in and take a look," and mustered up the courage to enter the wooden house.

When their eyes gradually adapted to the dark environment, the two found that not only the walls and ceilings, but also the floor of the wooden house was covered with a thick layer of wet mud. The indoor space with a length of hundreds of meters seemed to be filled with a small swamp.

And a stone platform built on this mud wall, which is about four or five feet high and is covered with dilapidated brocade, is the only embellishment in the empty wooden house.

"Altar. Professor Song, that should be an altar. It turned out to be a temple. Unfortunately, the statue of the god seems to have disappeared now." Seeing a round-faced young man pointed to the platform and said in surprise, he forgot his fear for a moment.

"Primitive worship does not necessarily have statues of gods, but may also be some natural phenomenon..." The thin middle-aged man replied excitedly: "Forget it, let's stop guessing, just go and take a look." He took the lead in heading to the high platform.

The ground was muddy and difficult to walk, but it was a distance of more than ten meters, but it made people feel very embarrassed. The two of them finally came to the platform, turned on the cold light flashlight and shone it on it, and found that what was covered by the platform was not brocade, but a ragged leather painting sewn together from pieces of colorful leather seven or eight feet in a radius.

"World map, this is a map, Professor Song, this is a map painted on leather, right?" With the help of a tiny light source, he was observing the leather on the high platform bit by bit. After more than ten minutes, the round-faced young man rubbed his tired eyes and shouted excitedly.

"This is indeed a map, Zheng Gong, and a map of the world, a map of another world." The thin middle-aged man said affirmatively: "It seems that everything here has nothing to do with the Chinese civilization at all. No wonder it is impossible to classify it using the history of the development of the earth civilization.

But no matter what, this secret realm is a major discovery, very valuable, and was discovered in the Amazon jungle. Maybe it really has something to do with the 'Gate of the World'."

"Good professor, we've made a good trip to this far away. After these discoveries, hehe, hehe..." As if thinking about the bright future, the young man with round face couldn't help laughing out loud.

At this moment, he suddenly felt someone patting his shoulder, and then a slightly gloomy male voice came from behind him, "You are wrong. This secret realm is indeed the remains of Chinese civilization."

This unexpected voice made the two happy Chinese scientists froze. They were stunned for a long time. They suppressed their anxiety and slowly turned around and shone them with a flashlight. At the same time, they saw a smile on the corner of their mouth and a thick beard appearing in their eyes.

"Dr. Fu, I, didn't I ask you to assist Dr. Liu, identify the categories and ages of island rock foundations, and why did you come here?

Also, you, you recommend yourself to join the ruins exploration team. Do you don’t even understand a little bit of archaeological common sense? How can you, how can you touch your hands and make a sound when others are working?

Doing this on site at the ancient monuments is the biggest taboo in archaeology. Do you know that this, sometimes it will kill people? Do you know!" I realized who the person behind me was, the thin middle-aged man's pale face suddenly turned red, he was furious, and he stuttered incoherently.

"Dr. Fu, what are you doing? When did you come to us? Why are you? Bah, Bah, why doesn't you have any sound? It's really scary." The young man with round face also shouted angrily.

Archaeological sites are nothing more than tombs, civilizational relics, and sunken ships. They are all places where the dead are sleeping forever, and it is easy to cause incredible and unexplainable disasters. Therefore, archaeologists in any country have a hidden law that they jointly abide by when working, and will never joke or fight with each other. The Chinese scientists are not without reason.

But the person standing behind them did not show any apology, and said with a smile: "Professor Song, Engineer Zheng, I have always been following you, but you have never noticed it."

"Dr. Fu, why don't you work with Dr. Liu?" Looking at the smiling faces behind you, under the flashlight light column, the thin middle-aged man suddenly tightened his heart for no reason and blurted out.

"Because I have no interest in what age and type of rocks the island under our feet is composed of. The only thing that can attract my attention in this secret realm is this wooden house." Zhang Lisheng replied quietly, walked to the high platform, reached out his hand, and began to rub the leather on the platform, "and this place did not disappoint me."

"Dr. Fu, what are you doing? This is a precious cultural relic. How can you touch it with your hands? The sweat on your hands will corrode..." The young man with a slow reaction did not notice the abnormality of the exploration team's "foreign aid". He spoke loudly, just about to stop Zhang Lisheng from touching in a mess, but was pulled by the thin middle-aged man beside him.

"Researcher Li, Researcher He, are you here? Researcher Li, Researcher He?" Afterwards, the thin middle-aged man first shouted a loud greeting to the true teachings of the Chinese sect responsible for protecting himself.

Seeing that there was no response, his face turned pale and he asked with a reluctant smile: "Dr. Fu, do you know where the comrades from the Religious Affairs Bureau who came into the house with us, the superpowers who went?"

"The two people were Taoist disciples and Buddhist monks. How could they break into such a 'witch' holy land?" Zhang Lisheng grabbed the leather on the platform and gently picked it up, with an uncontrollable look of joy on his face;

He said casually: "So I killed them as soon as I entered the door.

By the way, Dr. Song, do you know what I am holding?"

Hearing Zhang Lisheng's words, a bone-broken chill that was indescribable arose in the heart of the thin middle-aged man, causing him to open his mouth and make two extremely dry sounds, 'Ah, ah." Then he could no longer speak.

At this time, the young man with a round face next to the middle-aged man also noticed something abnormal, swallowed and spitted, and said with a pale face: "Kill, kill, you killed them, Dr. Fu, you, you are joking, right? It's not good for you to make such jokes in such places."

Zhang Lisheng ignored the horror expressions of the two Chinese scientists and said in a question and answer: "What I am holding is the great god who created humans in ancient Chinese myths and legends. The skin that Nuwa has faded is also her kingdom of gods.

If I was not wrong, there was still hidden under this 'table cloth' composed of molted skin..." At this point, he grabbed the leather on the platform and lifted it up with force.

A huge force raised the scales spread across the hundreds of meters high platform, revealing an unimaginable broken corpse that was covered.

The corpse lay spread out and lies on the mud, with silky hair on its head, charred bones on the left half of its face, and a beautiful and peaceful appearance on the right half. The broken arms were laid under the head, the chest was full of holes, and there were countless wounds in the abdomen that could be seen vaguely in the abdomen. Then, downward, there was a long snake body covered with scars.

"The remains of the great god Nuwa, the remains of the great god Nuwa after he repaired the sky and died!" Seeing the appearance of the corpse and knowing that his prediction had come true, Zhang Lisheng finally shouted loudly in ecstasy.

As his shout echoed in the wooden house, Zhang Lisheng's body began to slowly expand, his feet closed into a slender snake tail, his delicate skin gradually changed color, and the board formed irregular scales mixed with red, yellow and blue;
Chapter completed!