"Three."
"Small grave mounds."
Liu Di's eyelid twitched slightly. No wonder the Nanobots hadn't discovered this ruin!
There had to be tens of millions of dirt mounds like these across all of Proxima b, right?!
Were Kalai and the others sure they hadn't mistaken the graves?
Did they worship a different one every time?!
These ancestral ruins of Proxima b were a little too shabby!
Kalai the elder then directed his people to set the grass mats aside. Quite a few strong young men took out hoes, found the dirt mounds, and began digging with grunts.
Liu Di froze. "What are you doing?"
"Great Liu Di, we are digging up our own ancestors' graves."
"Wonderful."
Liu Di was completely speechless.
A moment later.
Kalai dragged three sets of bones out of the graves.
The skulls each had only one eye socket, and their arm bones were very long—typical Proxima b people skeletons.
Smack!
Smack!
Smack!
Kalai took the lead, gripping a vine whip as he repeatedly lashed the three skeletons.
Liu Di's eyelid twitched. "What are you doing now?"
Kalai wiped the sweat from his forehead. "We are whipping the corpses! This is a tradition passed down by our ancestors."
"Wonderful."
Before Liu Di could adapt to Proxima b's rhythm of worship.
Quite a few strong young men arranged the grass mats they had brought around the three grave mounds, layer upon layer.
Then, they reverently brought forth sacred fire and directly lit the mats.
The air was dry, and the surrounding temperature was high. Thick smoke shot into the sky as flames flared up in an instant, swallowing the three grave mounds.
Liu Di's mouth twitched even harder. "If I'm not mistaken, after digging up the graves and whipping the corpses, you're planning to burn your own ancestors' graves?"