Chapter 646

Green wood walked through the white bones, pulling the board and tapping, like a monk's wooden fish, monotonous but with the power to soothe the soul.

He climbed onto the altar and saw that the altar was full of rain and turned into a square pool. The pool water is clear to the bottom, and you can see the virtual shadow of the black stone at the bottom of the pool. Some larger stones are exposed to the surface of the water, like an island on the sea.

Aoki looked around and felt familiar. After walking around the edge of the altar, he remembered that the distribution of the exposed stones was similar to the location of tabu Island marked on petru's chart. This sacrificial pond full of rain has become a microcosm of the sea area in the South Pacific.

He finally understood why the swordfish had not rotted before. Ronald Cohen launched the altar of fire, which corresponds to the pyramid of Giza. There is the Sahara desert. Will the altar be gradually covered by wind and sand and become the epitome of the Sahara? In this way, it can explain the non-corrosion of the swordfish. But how did the boat get through the plight of water shortage?

Aoki returned to the lake, found some new rosin as the material for the torch, made several torches, and then returned to the swordfish.

The moment he entered the parking garage, he saw that others still kept his posture and eyes when he went out, as if they were freeze frame photos. Until he went in, they suddenly moved.

Aoki felt like he had walked into a painting.

Now the only thing to worry about is whether the ship outside will rot and sink. If the ship sinks, the water will come in. They are not sure how long it will take to get rid of the deep well of time and space after the shipwreck.

Next, they went out every two hours based on situ's atomic clock of consciousness to observe the changes of the external environment and the situation of the ship. Of course, the problems of eating and internal emergencies are also solved outside, and the food stored in the parking garage is reserved for last emergency.

When we went out for the first time, there was little change from what we had seen before. We had a picnic on the rusty deck, and brought more fresh water and dried food back to the parking garage, because no one knew what would happen outside while they were waiting.

When they went out for the second time, they found that the hull was rusted more severely. Many hatch doors could not be opened. The deck was rusted so much that people were worried that a hole would be broken at any time. Fortunately, the swordfish's hull steel plate is thick enough to be strong despite corrosion.

When they went out for the third time, they found that the water level of the lake had risen, and the swordfish, which had been stranded, floated again. It is a miracle that a ship so badly corroded can still float on the water.

But when they went out for the fourth time, they found that the hull seemed to be flooded. Fortunately, at that time, the water level fell again, and the ship ran aground by the lake. The lake only submerged one-third of the bottom of the hull.

When I went out for the fifth time, the whole lake had dried up, leaving only the silt at the bottom of the lake and some very shallow ponds. This alleviated their concerns about the sinking and complete decay of the ship, but they were immediately troubled by the problem of water. If the lake water disappears, they have to go to the distant mountains to get water, and they don't have good water storage tools.

Later, the environment seems to be irreparably evolving towards dryness, and it becomes more and more difficult to get water. By the time they came out for the 16th time, the whole lake had been completely dry, leaving only cracked land. The originally dense mountains and forests have disappeared. At a glance, they are all bare barren mountains.

It is difficult to find direct water and food nearby, and the fresh water stored in the parking garage is only enough for them to use thriftily for three days. If they do not exit the deep well of time and space after three days, they will face the dilemma of water and food shortage and have to go further, so they can't hide in the bubble of time and wait to return to normal time and space.

God did not bring them dew and rain, but he gave them another way to live. When they came to the original site of ulakan tribe after looking for water and food three days later, they found that it had been besieged by a piece of yellow sand and could not find any trace of people living here. Only the black altar still stood prominently on the earth.

Fortunately, the water in the altar was not dry, and the stones above the water still looked like those islands in the South Pacific. On the square in front of the altar, there were thousands of yitesa people's white bones. Now the white bones have been buried by the wind and sand, but many green succulent plants like cactus grow in the sand.

After a bold experiment, they confirmed that the water in the altar and the cactus growing outside the altar were non-toxic and edible. They searched the nearby mountains, made crude transportation tools, and transported the water and cactus back to the time bubble on the swordfish that stopped rotting in the dry.

Although no one said it, everyone knew in their hearts that these cactus must have something to do with the dead Itza people. Perhaps their rotten flesh and blood infiltrating into the ground nourished these strange plants.

They killed all the ITSAs, and in the end it was the ITSAs who saved their lives. The world is so magical, so unrequited.

The water of the altar and the plants bred by the bones and blood of the ithacas finally supported them through the most difficult times.

When they came out of the dark cabin for the last time, they didn't need situ's consciousness atomic clock to proofread. They also knew that ramra had left the deep well of time and space silently, because at the first sight on the deck, they saw the bright four suns in the sky, and the starry sky had disappeared.

At this time of cheering, no one spoke. People kept silent and felt the hardships of crossing the river of hell and passing death countless times.

The bitter aftertaste of cactus was still in their mouths, and inexplicable free sounds sounded in their ears, such as the whispering of ghosts.

Aoki remembered the night when the ETSA people sang prayers, and those generous words echoed in his mind:

……

I take my body as the pillar of Optimus;

I turn my eyes into the eyes of heaven;

I turn my hand into a fight;

I turn my blood into a spring of lilies.

I will be with the holy land,

From generation to generation,

To the day of God's return.

……

He found that the prayer had already been unknowingly engraved in his memory, shining a strange light in his consciousness. He began to think that the world might not be as simple as it seemed, and the creator and Savior might not be the same person.

Next, they will face a new problem: how to get out of here?

If they can't leave here, it's no different from living in the static area of time and space. They will still die in this desolate place.

They have to leave here and go to the next altar. They don't have the hope of returning to the earth until all the five altars are started.

"Fog, we have to wait for fog," situ said.