The man was wearing a khaki coarse robe, with an invisible leather belt tied around his waist, and his face was painted with patches of white and red paint, looking like a dancer.
He walked up to Su Mu, bent down, looked at him with squinted eyes, and suddenly grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.
"Master Jizi, are you okay?
Yesterday you were riding on our heads to show off, but today you are going to feed the ancestors.
How does this taste? "
Su Mu said nothing.
His mind was buzzing like hundreds of bees fighting.
But he was an archaeologist after all. Thousands of human bones had been unearthed from the sacrificial pits of the Shang Dynasty. He was all too familiar with the dense knife marks and the charred blackness on those bones - the stone platform in front of him was a sacrificial altar.
The large black bluestone above has grooves on three sides, specially used for bleeding and drainage.
"I'm going to ask you something again -" Seeing that he remained silent, the man raised his leg and kicked him.
