The contents of the USB drive were shocking.
Most striking of all was the note writer's research into the sacrificial rites of the Shang Dynasty, and even the Xia Dynasty. According to him, the shamanic traditions of the Western Regions, central Shu, and Western Hunan were not offshoots of Shang civilization.
They were cultures from roughly the same period. In other words, while a magnificent bronze civilization arose in the Yellow River basin of the Central Plains, similarly magnificent civilizations emerged in central Shu, the Western Regions, and Western Hunan, for various reasons that had yet to be determined.
He had provisionally named the civilization of the Western Regions the "Queen Mother of the West Civilization."
Who knew where he had drawn that conclusion from?
Lin Feng neither agreed nor disagreed.
He stood behind Xu Nian, watching her skim rapidly through the material. The more she read, the more unbelievable she found it.
And the more confused she became.
Precisely because she worked in the field—and was, after all, a graduate student under a renowned professor—she knew how absurd these written accounts and conjectures were.
This was amateur pseudoscience taken to ridiculous extremes.
"He might as well be writing a novel."
She spoke, unable to understand why her teacher had given her this thing, much less treated it with such Zhengzhong importance.
Surely Professor Han didn't believe this stuff?
Believe such utter nonsense?
"Has my teacher gone mad?"
As she wrestled with her thoughts, Lin Feng quietly took the laptop, copied the USB drive's contents, and then returned the drive to Xu Nian.
Just then, Professor Xu returned from visiting his old friend. He looked troubled too, but upon entering, he noticed that the curtains beside the hospital bed had all been drawn.
He couldn't help coughing once.
Lin Feng