Ranguang Treasure Mirror

The moment he walked into the Shimen, Zhou Xiru couldn't help but clenched his fists. Damn, this is outrageous.

This can be regarded as a formal tomb. The coffin has been opened, and the coffin lid is broken into two pieces. The decayed brocade quilt, the utensils inlaid with gems, etc. are scattered on the ground, and a well-regulated bone frame is also scattered on the ground.

The head was crushed by someone's foot.

It could be seen that the person who opened the coffin was very angry. Even though this person had been dead for so many years, he couldn't bear to touch the corpse.

Zhou Mu and Ming Wei stared blankly at the scattered bones on the ground, a trace of sadness and anger flashed across their faces.

Zhou Xiru looked at the murals in the underground palace. As long as the paintings are exposed to the wind, they will quickly decay. This place is underwater and relatively humid. Therefore, when they came in, the paintings were already gray.

Not to mention, those who came in one step earlier than them actually destroyed the murals on a large scale.

The murals on the walls are all scratched by sharp knives, which is really horrible.

"Professor?" Zhou Mu walked up to Professor Wang and bowed.

Professor Wang was taken aback and asked, "Your Highness, what's wrong with you?"

"I want to ask the professor to help contain the corpse of the owner of this place." Zhou Mu said, "Although I don't know who he is, he must have some relationship with me."

Professor Wang nodded and glanced at Xu Zhili.

Xu Zhijie looked at the bones scattered on the ground and said, "Professor, it is a male corpse. Judging from the state of wear and tear of the teeth, he is between 25 and 30 years old. At least, he has maintained this young state." .”

Having said that, he looked at Zhou Mu and asked, "Your Highness, what impression do you have?"

Zhou Mu shook his head.

Professor Wang sighed, and said, "This man is really, well, what are you doing to torture corpses? What kind of grudges?"

"Xu Zhiyu, come here!" Zhou Xiru picked up a mithril flower and bird pattern box on the ground, and handed it to him, "Does it look like it?"

Xu Zhijie took the mithril flower-and-bird pattern box and looked at it, nodded, and said, "Is it definitely a jewelry box of the same style made by a craftsman?"

Zhou Xiru said: "There should be something in it, but was it taken away?"

"Ah Ru, what are you talking about?" Ming Wei leaned over and asked.

"Sister Mingwei, what was the mithril flower and bird pattern jewelry box that you put outside originally for?" Zhou Xiru asked.

"Jewelry box?" Ming Wei was stunned, and smiled, "Since it's called a jewelry box, it's supposed to hold jewelry?"

Zhou Xiru shook his head.

"Isn't it? Then I don't know, I'm not an archaeologist, you are the professionals." Ming Wei said.

"That's your thing." Zhou Xiru said.

"Baby Ah Ru, we're not joking. I was buried alive in the coffin, so where would my things be?" Ming Wei smiled wryly, "Here...you can ask your Highness?"

"I don't know either." Zhou Mu said, "This jewelry box looks familiar to me. I seem to have seen it somewhere?"

As he spoke, he couldn't help but thumped his head.

"Your Highness, I would like to ask you a question." Professor Wang had already cleaned out the contents of the coffin, spread the broken and decayed brocade quilt, and then began to carefully collect the corpse again.

Seeing him restraining the corpse, Zhou Mu hurriedly said, "Professor, what are you going to say? I really don't remember much."

Professor Wang asked Xu Zhijun for help, and said: "Earlier, there were floods on the earth. There are records about floods in China and the West. Natural disasters? Or man-made disasters?"

Zhou Mu stared at him blankly.

"I don't know?" Professor Wang asked.

"It can't be called a flood..." Suddenly, Ming Wei said.

"What's the explanation?" Zhou Xiru was stunned. Could it be a flood?

There is a flood disaster recorded in both China and the West, and it is said that it is not a flood?

"Ah Ru told me last time that water is the mother of life." Ming Wei said, "Is that so?"

Zhou Xiru nodded, and said, "Water, soil, sunlight...the three mothers of life, because of water, the atmosphere can be formed, and with oxygen, all things can reproduce on the earth."

"According to the origin of species, the earliest life forms reproduced in water. Some people even say that humans were also creatures in water at first, and slowly moved to land."

"Professor, according to Ah Ru's concept, think about it yourself?" Ming Wei said, "At the beginning, due to the vastness of the water, many species were born, but humans... are not suitable for living in such an environment."

Professor Wang nodded and said, "So, what those sages had to do back then was to effectively control the water potential?"

"Ok!"

"For ordinary people, this is a very helpless thing. They have to rely on water sources to survive, but once the water floods, they have no way to settle down. Therefore, living by water, but needing to control the flooding of water, becomes It's a perennial problem."

"Dayu's water control? How to control the water?" Professor Wang asked.

"Sorry, I don't know!" Ming Wei shook her head.

"Okay, let me ask another question—" Professor Wang said with a smile, "How did Nuwa manage the flood? Block it?"

Zhou Xiru was helping Sinan and the others to count the funeral objects scattered on the ground, when she heard what Professor Wang said, she was stunned.

That's right, in the history of ancient mythology and civilization, Dayu's flood control left a great reputation.

But Nuwa mending the sky is just a legend?Myths and legends?

If the myth fits with history, Nuwa is the first person to control the flood.

"According to my research on archaeology, Tianshui...is the water of the Yellow River?" Professor Wang asked again, "Is the birthplace of the Yellow River called Peacock Lake?"

Zhou Xiru's heart skipped a beat, as if something was connected in series.

"The so-called peacock is a bird... It's been a long time, and I think it's a rumor. At the beginning, it was just a black bird?" Professor Wang said.

Ming Wei shook her head and said, "I really don't know such a profound question."

"The Tianshui that Nvwa wanted to block at the beginning was the Yellow River water, is it contrary to your opinion?" Professor Wang asked.

"Professor, is there an inevitable connection?" Zhou Xiru asked.

Professor Wang sneered and said, "Ah Ru, don't forget that according to myths and legends, Nuwa succeeded in mending the sky."

Zhou Xiru was stunned. If Nuwa succeeds in mending the sky, then there will be no Dayu behind to control the water.

"I've thought about it for a long time. Dahuangshan refers to Kunlun Mountain. I collect Kunlun stones, refine them with fire, and then build dams to block the water in the sky." Professor Wang said, "She succeeded, but later, why did the flood flood again? Only One reason—someone dug the dam again, and the result was the flooding of the Yellow River..."

"Dayu controlled the water by dredging the Yellow River into the sea." Professor Wang sighed softly and said, "Princess Mingwei, Kunlun...not only you, but also the Queen Mother of the West, and the former Nuwa."

"Your identity does not match our mythical history, but with your strong vitality, you must have appeared in our mythical history. Are you Nuwa?" Professor Wang asked.