Apart from that, there were many patterns depicting the daily life of these ancient humans.
Chen Sheng looked at them one by one.
Until the very top, the mural that occupied the largest space.
It seemed to depict a sacrificial scene.
The ancient humans in these tribes were prostrating themselves on the ground, worshipping a strange creature.
That creature looked like a bull, but with no horns on its head.
Moreover, it had a single eye on its face and only one leg supporting its body, looking extremely bizarre.
"What is this..."
Chen Sheng faintly felt that the image of this strange creature seemed somewhat familiar.
But before he could recall it,
The voice of Shen Ziming sounded again from beside him.
"Let's go."
Chen Sheng turned his head to look, and the other party had already regained their human form.
"I feel something is off."
As he spoke, Shen Ziming's eyes were tightly fixed on a certain direction.
His usually gentle smile was now very serious.
