In the history of human civilization, shrunken human heads have caused great trouble to biologists, believing that the "dwarf kingdom" that had not been discovered in the civilized world at that time existed in the desert and the rainforest of South America, and even called it "dwarf Begami".

Later I learned that this was the method of cannibals using special medicine to prepare the heads of prey. They took out the skeleton in the skull without damaging the outer skin. A large amount of water loss caused the dry and shrinking heads still maintained the judgeable face of the dead. It was indeed surprising that the heads of football-sized people shrank into the size of fists. Especially in the Age of Discovery, the shrinking heads from wild areas even became the collection of European nobles, and were popular and popular in the entire upper class.

The shrunken human head held in the old priest looked very delicate, without the strong smell of potion, and the face that shrank to the size of a fist was closed with its eyes, which could be seen as an adult man.

"This is my teacher." The old priest gently stroked the top of a man's head with his rough fingers, as if touching the hair that did not exist there: "It was him who taught me the foundation of the witch, and he let me know that there are many unsolved secrets in this world, allowing me to have a surname and become a noble."

There was a hint of curiosity in Tianhao's eyes. Is there such a strange way of dependence between the master of the witch and his disciples? It's really something I've never seen or heard of.

"Now, I'll give him to you." As he said that, the old priest picked up the pot placed at his hand and gently landed it in front of Tianhao. Then, he picked up the shrunk head on the floor and handed it over.

"Why?" Tianhao controlled his thoughts and emotions and asked subconsciously: "Is this the inheritance etiquette of the witch practitioner?"

The old priest shook his head: "This is the teacher's advice to me before he died. I just follow his instructions and pass everything from him to you, that is, the next priest to take over by Panshi Village, which I have recognized."

"Everything about him? Give me?" Tianhao didn't think it was a gift. Despite this, his tone still softened, and the shock on his face and eyes was unfair and very real.

"This is what the teacher told me back then." The old priest was silent for a moment and shook his head regretfully: "I wanted to leave these things to Wu Ji, but he really has no talent in practicing witches. According to the rules of the tribe, the eldest son can inherit the name and identity of the nobles. If he cannot be recognized from the patriarch, his form and identity will be automatically stripped away when he dies."

Tianhao's eyes flashed with a bright light: "Do you want me to take care of Wu Qie and his family?"

"I will die, too, Wu Ji. At that time, the only person we can count on is you... Ahao, you are the smartest leader I have ever met, no doubt." The old priest's shrewdness was as always, and he never did business at a loss.

...

It's late at night.

Tianhao washed his feet, leaned cross-legged on the animal skin mat, silently staring at the cramped head placed in front of him.

This is his new home. As the leader of the village, he can have some privileges, and Tianfeng took the initiative to enjoy a house alone. He is the eldest brother of this family and a person who has experienced it. Tianfeng had experienced it for a long time in terms of men and women, but at that time, the family was poor. Although the woman liked Tianfeng, she would not go hungry with him. Having slept with two people does not mean that they will always maintain the same relationship. Anyway, it is not a formal marriage witnessed by the leader of the village and the elders, and no one will take it seriously.

The third brother Tianhao is already an adult. Although Ayi looks ugly, she is not very good-looking. Tianhao has a separate room, so it will be convenient for him and for everyone.

When his fingers touched the head, Tianhao felt like he was touching a walnut. He did not believe in witchcraft worship, nor did he believe in the so-called gods. But at this moment, in the quiet surroundings, he suddenly felt that he had entered a mysterious and never-to-be-touched world.

At the old priest's house, when he first saw this head, he had a wonderful feeling.

The deceased is talking to me.

It was a very long password, including the heavenly stems and earthly branches of Chinese characters, English letters, Roman and Russian letters.

No sound comes into the ears, it is purely communication that stays at the level of consciousness.

If the other party is a living person, Tianhao will think it is normal. But the problem is that the person who sent this message was a dry and shrinking head. To make the human head into this form, it requires superb skills to remove the skull, including brain matter and other contents, leaving only a dry and complete skin.

Toys, collectibles, souvenirs, worship objects... it is actually talking to me and communicating from ideology?

This is not a dream, nor an illusion.

Tianhao counts the time silently in his heart. Every five minutes, he will send a password to shrink his head: Jia 0079qv840 Ding Shen w Wuchen 322...

The password is up to ninety-nine digits.

Cold sweat penetrated from Tianhao's back, and he felt wet and slippery all over. This made him feel very scared and could not tell whether he was really awake. On several occasions, he stared at the head and couldn't help but want to grab something and smash it completely.

If it weren't for that password, Tianhao would have done so.

The password is passed, and there is another sentence afterwards: "Read it."

Tianhao is very clear about the meaning of these three words.

He himself also has such a password. It is the identity code held by all soldiers in the last time. The ninety-nine-digit code is said to be automatically generated by computers and is usually used for identity scanning in the base. Only when the holder is not sure whether the holder is replaced by the copyist will the other party be required to read it in voice.

This is a secret preserved in the depths of every warrior's memory. The password is not as simple as it seems. Whether it is composed of Chinese characters or any letters, there are five different pronunciations. For example, the character "A" stipulates that it also has four pronunciations such as "Li", "Si", "Ting", and "Bo". For example, the English letter "v" displayed in printed form on the compilation table actually represents the Roman letters at different arrangement stages, and is pronounced as "Niu".

Anyone who gets the password but cannot read it with the correct pronunciation will be killed immediately and will not even have a chance to defend himself.

The cruelty and indifference of war make everything full of strict rules and death.

Tianhao pressed his fingers on the top of the crumpled person's head again. He found that this was the correct way to communicate consciousness with the deceased. Only when both parties have physical contact will they develop consciousness.

He silently recited the correct password pronunciation in his mind. Tianhao never thought of making a mistake on purpose. The rules limits are so terrible that he still felt afraid after many years of awakening. Sometimes it is ridiculous to think about it. There is no high-intensity laser, no gene destroyer, and no automatic multi-barrel cannon. Even if he accidentally says something wrong, it is safe.

"Hello, my name is Zhan Jianhua, the commander of the Warrant Officer of the 41st Division of the Mobile. I'm glad you read the password, and only our own people know the correct pronunciation."

It cannot be considered a conversation, the password is obviously a lock, and a large amount of information falls as the syllable in the last mind flows into Tianhao's thinking center like a tide.

"This is a genetic communication. When you receive this information, I'm dead. Gene cells can save some memory fragments, hoping it will be useful to you."

"I entered the culture compartment and resurrected through parasitics. My luck was very bad. The parasitic compartment ruptured and the host could not be found within the specified time would die. As a last resort, I had no choice but to choose a horse as the host."

"I have lived in the form of a horse for four years, and I finally found an opportunity to change my inherent form and become a human again."

Tianhao shook his head slowly and sighed silently.

He didn't know this person named "Zhan Jianhua", but he had all experienced the things mentioned by the other party. The Mobile Forty-first Division was a friendly army. Speaking of which, Tianhao's position was higher than that of Zhan Jianhua, and he was appointed as the colonel at that time.

As for parasitics... Zhan Jianhua was indeed unlucky. A lot of scenes appeared in his mind. Tianhao "saw" a horse with dark yellow fur color from behind while the horse was not paying attention, and took his head from behind and held his entire head tightly in his mouth. The molars used to the grass could not chew off the neck, but the smelly horse's mouth was enough to cause the horse to suffocate in a short period of time. His hands were waving desperately, and his twisting and struggling body also fell softly. There was a herd of as many as hundreds of horses around him, and no one would see the strange scenes happening here. For more than an hour, the sealed horse's mouth was opened, and the horse covered in saliva fell to the ground, and the horse fell down at the same time. After more than half an hour, the horse, who looked no different from the dead, suddenly opened his eyes, opened his mouth wide, with a look of horror and nervousness on his face, breathing in the air.

"I sealed 30% of the gene seeds in my body. If I could not become a human, I would rather die. At the cost of 70% of the essence of life, I successfully performed a second parasitic. However, this loss was extremely heavy. I couldn't live long, only twenty years, or even shorter."

"Laterers, the next information should be useful to you."

"I have traveled a lot in this world, and the wizard is a good cover for my identity. It took me fifteen years to become a great wizard from a horseherd. There are many faults in the knowledge institutions in this world, and some things that seem to us are simple and unconventional, which are difficult for barbarians to understand."

"You probably have noticed that "hugeness" is the first impression this strange world gives you. This is true for both humans and animals, including plants. I don't have instruments and cannot measure the air composition. But I estimate that the oxygen content should be very high, at least more than 25%.
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