I live in a desert island property

Just thinking about it, the turtles carried Zhang Ming to the east bay and swam towards a huge cave.

This is a brand-new unknown territory. The swaying sea water undulates back and forth in the evening sun. A wave hit the turtle's back. Zhang Ming held the turtle's neck with one hand and the golden electric eel with the other.

Colorful corals are entrenched in every corner of the cave, and unknown fish shuttle between the rocks and seaweed.

Glowing plants like glass dotted the cave, illuminating the inside like daylight.

What surprised Zhang Ming even more was that there were mural paintings faintly displayed on the rock wall.

as well as……

unknown text!

There are even large areas of submerged houses on the seabed.

"Is this the trace left by the extinct indigenous civilization?" Various speculations emerged in Zhang Ming's mind, and he used his "extraordinary vision" to look at these murals curiously.

"Unfortunately, the ruins were destroyed by these marine life."

The dust of history is buried so thickly that most of the traces are slowly getting old.

Time is like an hourglass, calculating the order of dynasties and obliterating insignificant data. When everything returns to dust, who can prove that we have been here?

...

After about a quarter of an hour, the final destination arrived.

There are other caves in the cave, and there is even a small piece of dry land.

"Ahhh." The little white turtle yelled loudly, as if to say, this is our home!

Standing on the back of the giant tortoise, Zhang Ming widened his eyes and saw collapsed man-made buildings.

as well as……

A... What a strange turtle!

This turtle is not big, but it looks like a beast.

It is white all over, and the back of the turtle is carved with mysterious and vivid complex patterns, dotted with stars, like the sun, the moon and the stars.

"Ah woo." The little white turtle yelled again, as if to say, this is my father.

Zhang Ming couldn't help thinking of the "Hetu Luoshu" in myths and legends. According to legend, during the period of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, a tortoise appeared on the shore of Luoshui, carrying the "Hetu Luoshu" for Fuxi to see. As a sign of Fengshui, heaven and man live together.

Zhang Ming didn't know whether the big white tortoise was a divine tortoise or not.

But judging from its pedigree, it should be a direct relative of the little white turtle.

"Little white turtles are so smart, this old white should not be too stupid, as long as he can communicate."

When Lao Bai saw him and the big eel, he also seemed a little shocked, his eyes narrowed into a line, and carefully measured the weight of the big eel.

Then several turtles chatted "ahhhhhhhh".

After the old white turtle figured out the situation, he turned around and crawled into the ruined temple that was about to collapse.

This seems to be the habitat of the tortoise family. Many tortoises lie down here to rest, and there are sounds of "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"

A breath of primitive tribes came oncoming.

When the turtles saw the human being, they all looked very curious and raised their long necks to look at him.

It's just that he didn't come over because he wasn't an acquaintance and he was timid.

Along the way, Zhang Ming also saw a lot of turtle eggs, piled up in nests by the side of the road, and a turtle specially guarding the eggs was watching him warily.

"It turns out that the turtle eggs are all here, so I said why can't I find any turtle eggs on the beach."

The protection of cubs is an important link for a race to enter the age of civilization.

If a race does not protect its cubs, how can it be organized?

If a species is a lone traveler without social interaction, where does the language and writing come from?

Seeing that the turtles formed a system of "protecting cubs", Zhang Ming could only temporarily suppress his desire to eat eggs, and followed along.

The frontmost room was resplendent and resplendent, and half of it collapsed. Even though all kinds of moss plants covered the walls, the wonderful decorations of various gold and silver still showed that this place had once prospered.

There are vivid pictures carved on the walls, as if you can hear folk songs echoing from history.

Zhang Ming entered the hall cautiously, trying to figure out the paintings left by the aborigines.

This horned intelligent species has not developed technology, they still practice the ancient way of life, work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Because they look similar to humans, Zhang Mingxia chose a random name and named them "Flame Horn People".

The "flaming horn man" and the sea turtle seem to be in a symbiotic relationship.

They had met a long time ago.

One of the turtles was ridiculously big!

The background of the entire mural is just a small outline: the entire kingdom of the "Flame Horn Man" was built on the back of this sea turtle!

"The isolated island under my feet is a dead turtle? How big does it have to be?"

Zhang Ming was greatly shocked, and even had a sense of absurdity in his heart.

How big is a mountain? The area of ​​a county?

Or is it as big as a province?

How big is a country?

The murals with a touch of artistic flavor can't restore the real history, but no matter what, the giant tortoise is really bigger than he imagined.

Just like the description in Indian myths: the bottom of the world is a huge turtle with four elephants standing on its back, and a strange round world is carried on the back of the elephant. This is where human beings live. world.

"I don't know if the descriptions on the murals are real or religious stories. You can believe some of them, but not all of them."

He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and continued to observe patiently.

The murals fully record the living habits of this civilization, various strange customs and rituals, from farming, to pottery, from carpenters to blacksmiths, they developed a splendid civilization.

Their race is becoming more and more powerful, and various clansmen who are flying into the sky and escaping from the ground have conquered several super giant beasts.

"Does this race also have superpowers?"

Zhang Ming pondered in a daze. Since there were many missing parts of the mural and it was full of artistic flavor, he was not sure whether his guess was correct.

After all, it is not too much for archaeologists to research this kind of thing for ten or eight years and publish a hundred papers.

He, a science student, struggled here for a long time, and he couldn't figure out the meaning of those bottles and jars and all kinds of weird rituals.

However, at the end of the mural, the giant tortoise died! !

Its corpse began to rot, and mushroom-like colonies grew endlessly in its body.

The engraver of the mural carved the last image in grief and indignation: Endless heavy rain, amidst the endless clouds, the whole world is only left in black and white. The people of Yanjiao ushered in the end of the world, overwhelming Mushrooms grow out of the corpse, exuding magical power like the other shore flower...