Ye Zhou opened his eyes and found himself in a wilderness.

-----No, it seems a bit inaccurate to say that it is a wilderness, because around his location, there are actually some low, wooden thatched huts that are distributed, which look extremely backward.

And outside those thatched huts, there were "people" in groups of three or three who were collecting labor.

All of these people were surrounded by grass skirts, and some people who seemed to have higher status were decorated with animal teeth and feathers.

----Wait, animal teeth? feathers?

Is this a tribe?

primitive??

Ye Zhou walked closer a few steps in shock, but found that all the primitive people were silent, with the expression on their faces dumb and dull. If it weren't for the constant movements in their hands, Ye Zhou would almost think that this was a group of dummies.

How did this simulation happen in this place? Is this related to AES technology?

Or does perceptual reconstruction technology have already shown signs of development in ancient times?

But what? Cultivating immortality?

With a full of doubts, Ye Zhou walked towards one of the young men who were working. He was worried about the language differently, but fortunately the simulator had already made plans for him. As the information flow slowly came in, he immediately learned the language of this tribe.

"What are you doing? Where is this?"

Hearing his question, the young man looked up at him in surprise, then stood up respectfully and asked:

"Witch, has the sacrifice started? Witch, has the gods been born?"

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

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

Here is Lei Ze, Lei Ze Fangfeng.

The Lei Ze that "Shun cultivates Lishan and fishes for Lei Ze" is the Lei Ze.

This is really the ancient times, to be precise, the so-called "Liangzhu culture" in the Neolithic Age has developed to its peak!

And I am the "witch" of this Fangfeng tribe, which is a special role in specializing in medical care, sacrifice, funeral, and chronicles in a tribe.

He looked down at his shoulder, and indeed found the gorgeous feathers he had never noticed before, and his arm was also stabbed with a simple and weird tattoo with some kind of plant dye.

Seeing this, Ye Zhou instantly understood the man’s problem.

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

"No, the sacrifice has not begun yet. I want to go to the rope room to make divination first and let Qing prepare."

After saying that, Ye Zhou turned around and walked deep into the tribe along the route he remembered. What he reflected in his drill were various thatched huts that he would only see in documentaries, the bulky stone tools placed in front of the huts, and the occasional pottery with small and simple patterns that appeared.

Everyone who saw him respectfully greeted him, but Ye Zhou did not respond one by one, but just walked towards the so-called "rope room".

The rope room is next to his "witch" residence. It is a semi-crypted thatched hut with a steep wooden structure on the ground and no walls, just like the simple residence he had seen in the wilderness survival program before.

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

The hut is not large in size, but the door is extremely sturdy and seems to be designed to prevent people other than witches from entering.

Ye Zhou pushed open the thick door and walked into the hut. Then, the scene in front of him made him stunned.

The ropes hang like spider webs throughout the hut, with ropes of different thicknesses, colors, and even materials arranged in complex arrangements, and those ropes are tied one by one with different shapes and different number of knots.

This is the real knotting!

Ye Zhou always thought that the so-called knotting of knots is to tie several knots at will with a rope. 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, how could a way of chronicle that can be recorded on a large scale before the appearance of text be as simple as knots?

This is a special encoding system. The only difference between it and the text system is the material it carries. If it continues to develop, human text may be presented in a completely different way.

Did the ancestors of the Chinese nation have already had such wisdom in ancient times?

Ye Zhou couldn't help but sigh, but now is obviously not the time to sigh.

He came here to find information.

His eyes were wandering around the ropes and knots in the room. After reading the information about knots and knots, he finally found what he wanted.

During the day when the moon was full, Qing went out to hunt and was burned by the venom sprayed by a poisonous snake. Although he saved his life with all his efforts, his eyes were completely blind.

After reading this, memories of Qing automatically emerged in Ye Zhou's mind. He suddenly remembered that Qing was the hunter who contributed the most to this tribe. He had hunted bison many times with his own strength, allowing the members of the Fangfeng tribe to survive the unbearable famine.

If it weren't for his lack of knotting ropes, his position as a witch should actually be his.

This is why I have to organize a "sacrifice" to help him restore his light.

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

This is probably the first time in human history that people have tried to rely on their own power to restore perception to those who have lost some perception.

But what should I do?

Ye Zhou carefully searched for the memories of the information flow. Finally, when the sky was getting darker, combined with the records in the rope house, he finally found the entire process of a sacrifice.

So, after the sky was completely dark, Ye Zhou came to the altar in the middle of the tribe that was built of soil and stones.

"Sunset...... dark sky..."

The moment he stood on the altar, it seemed as if some kind of imminent force had grabbed his body. He faced the bonfire lit on the altar and began to chant lyrics with his throat.

A sound like a later generation of Humai came from Ye Zhou's throat. Two completely different tones mixed together, like a distant eagle cry, or like a muffled thunder near 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 hand. As the herbs continued to pass the flames, a psychedelic smoke gradually rose.

After sucking in the smoke, the onlookers' expressions gradually became confused, and then they suddenly became excited.

They watched Ye Zhou's movements one by one, imitating his movements and jumped, dancing, and the sound of the footsteps of the tap gradually unified, and the most primitive drum beats echoed on the empty field.

The spiral of Mars on the bonfire, the dancing crowd without a trace, the mysterious and distant shouting, and the deep blue sky under the stars and moon...

If anyone sees this scene, he may not feel the so-called "strangeness", but the power of this primitive belief.

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

The bitter taste rose up on his taste buds, and the intense hallucination substances made him almost unable to control himself - even with the gift of "resistant", it was still the case.

A brief moment passed, Ye Zhou spit out the herbs in his mouth, allowing him to continue fermenting in the bowl. Then, he held the pottery bowl with one hand and placed it at the highest point of the flame, burning his skin at high temperature, but under the paralysis of the herbs, he was unmoved at all.

"Qinghei...huo...hei...hei...hei...hei...hei...hei...hei...hei..."

A series of lyrics were so simple that it was almost inconsistent, but everyone around seemed to understand the lyrics. Two men supported Qing in the middle and walked to the altar. Ye Zhou took off the almost boiling herbs from the fire. Then, regardless of the hot high temperature, he directly applied the herbs to Qing's eyes with his hands!

The juice dripped into Qing's eyes. Ye Zhou's heart twitched when he saw his instantly twisted expression.

After a moment, Qing's expression suddenly turned into a surprise.

"See, witch, I saw it!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the herbs that penetrated through the blood made him faint.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhou couldn't help but stand still.

See it? What did you see?

He himself absolutely did not believe that this ancient witch prayer ceremony could restore vision. The reason for completing it was just to explore the simulated plot.

----etc.

Not being able to see does not mean that he does not have the hallucination of seeing.

Yes.

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

The special ingredients of the herbs stimulate Qing's optic nerve, making him think he had seen it.

This is probably the earliest exploration of AES technology?

There is no practical significance, but this "witch" of the ancient tribe did indeed accidentally touch the correct answer.

----Even if it was just a few obstacles, I glanced at me from afar.

After a while, Ye Zhou's eyes gradually became dark. When he opened his eyes again, the scene around him had changed.

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

Still ancient.

And his identity became a doctor.

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