Great Power Technology

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

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No, it seems a little inaccurate to call it a wilderness, because there are actually some low, wooden huts scattered around his location, which look extremely backward.

Outside those huts, there were "people" in twos and threes collecting and working.

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

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Wait, animal teeth? feather?

Is this a tribe?

primitive? ?

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

How could this simulation happen in a place like this? Does this have anything to do with AES technology?

Or is it that the perception reconstruction technology has already shown 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 was working. He was originally worried about the language difference, but fortunately, the simulator had already made plans for him, and as the information flow slowly came in, He also immediately learned the tribe's language.

"What are you doing? Where is this place?"

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

"Witch, have the sacrifices begun? Wu, have the gods been born?"

Ye Zhou looked at the man confused and couldn't understand what he meant for a while.

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 clan.

"Shun plowed Mount Li and fished 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 he is the "shaman" of this Fangfeng tribe, that is, a special role in a tribe that specializes in medical treatment, sacrifices, funerals, and chronicles.

He looked down at his shoulder, and sure enough he found gorgeous feathers there that he had never noticed before, and his arm was also tattooed with a simple yet weird tattoo using some kind of plant dye.

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 "Qing", the once strongest hunter in this tribe.

"No, the sacrifice hasn't started yet. I have to go to the rope room to do divination first and let Qing prepare."

After finishing speaking, Ye Zhou turned around and walked deeper into the tribe along the route he remembered. What was reflected in his drill were various huts that could only be seen in documentaries, bulky stone tools placed in front of the huts, and the occasional Large and small pottery with some simple patterns appeared.

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

The rope house is right next to his "witch"'s residence. It is a semi-crypt-style thatched house, covered with a pointed wooden structure on the ground and without walls, just like what he has seen on wilderness survival programs before. It's like a simple residence.

However, the elegant 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 is even covered with a thick layer of mixed Black mud with some sort of adhesive.

The area of ​​the hut is not large, but the door is extremely strong. It seems to be 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 made him freeze on the spot.

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

This is the real knotting of ropes to record events!

Ye Zhou had always thought that the so-called knotting of knots to record events was just using a rope to tie a few random knots. Each knot represented a major event, and the true retention of information still relied on the memory in the mind. But today, he knew that he was wrong. .

Think about it, how could a chronicle method that could be recorded on a large scale before the advent of writing be as simple as tying a knot?

This is a special coding system. The only difference between it and the writing system is the material it carries. 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 but sigh, 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 out the information recorded in the knots one after another, he finally found what he was looking for.

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

After reading this, memories of Qing automatically appeared in Ye Zhou's mind. He suddenly remembered that Qing was the hunter who contributed the most in this tribe. He had hunted bison many times by himself, which made the Fangfeng tribe The tribesmen survived the unbearable famine.

If it weren't for his inability to learn to tie knots to remember events, his position as a witch should actually belong to him.

This is why he wants to organize a "sacrifice" to help him regain his light.

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

This is probably the first time in human history that someone has tried to rely on their own strength to restore some sense to a person who has lost some sense.

But what to do?

Ye Zhou carefully searched for the memories that were flowing in from the information flow. Finally, when the sky was getting dark, and combined with the records in the rope house, he finally recovered the entire process of a sacrifice.

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

"Sunset, oh black sky."

The moment he stood on the altar, it seemed as if some irresistible force had seized his body. Facing the bonfire lit on the altar, he began to chant the lyrics at the top of his voice.

A sound like the humming of later generations came out of Ye Zhou's throat. Two completely different tones were mixed together, like the distant cry of an eagle, and like the muffled thunder close to his ears.

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 over the flame, a psychedelic smoke gradually rose.

After inhaling the smoke, the expressions of the onlookers slowly became confused, and then suddenly became excited again.

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

The sparks flying on the bonfire, the dancing people, the mysterious and distant shouts, plus the deep blue sky reflected by the stars and 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 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 control himself - even with the blessing of the "Resistor"'s talent.

A brief moment passed, and Ye Zhou spit out the herbs in his mouth and let them continue to ferment in the bowl. Then, he held the pottery bowl with one hand and placed it on the highest point of the flame. The high temperature burned his skin, but under the paralysis of the herbs, Underneath, he remained unmoved at all.

"Qing ah. Fire ah, the world is under heaven, it's too bright."

A series of lyrics were so simple that they could hardly form a sentence, but everyone around them seemed to understand the lyrics. Two men helped Qing in the middle to walk up to the altar. Ye Zhou took the almost boiling herbs off the fire, and then ignored them. With the scalding heat, I applied the herbs directly to Qing’s eyes with my hands!

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

After a moment, Qing's expression suddenly changed to one of surprise.

"I saw it, Wu, I saw it!"

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the herbal medicine seeping into his blood caused him to faint.

Seeing this scene, Ye Zhou couldn't help but froze on the spot.

See it? What did 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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etc.

Being unable to see does not mean that he does not have the illusion of seeing.

Yes.

The "witch" I am is not "healing", but creating illusions.

The special ingredients of the herb stimulated Qing's optic nerve, making him think he was seeing something.

This is probably the earliest exploration of AES technology?

It has no practical significance, but the "witch" of this ancient tribe did come across the correct answer by accident.

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Even if it's just a glimpse from afar through countless obstacles.

After a while, Ye Zhou's eyes gradually darkened. 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 became a doctor.