bit stealing game

Chapter 99 Take My Blood as a Sacrifice
Jiang Can and James, who was not so drunk, picked up their guns and ran out, and the rest of the people also became alert.I remembered that Qi was still outside when I went upstairs, and subconsciously started to run after him.Before I ran a few steps, I saw Jiang Can and the others standing in place, and I stopped quickly, almost sprained by the rolling jewelry.Looking again, Lou Shiqi rushed into the temple dragging a pale foreigner while crawling.

Lou Shiqi stepped on the gold and silver treasures that rolled all over the ground and ran all the way to us, shouting: "Why are you standing there, run!"

Behind them, outside the towering stone gate of the temple, a pair of golden snake eyes covered with mucous membrane just came into my sight.The big black snake was spitting out letters, and under the huge snake's head were rare treasures scattered all over the ground.As soon as the moonlight shone, it showed a layer of blood sticking to those clear gems.

How could this be?I froze in place.

In a daze, I didn't control my center of gravity, and almost twisted my feet on the luxurious floor tiles. Instead, Lou Shiqi, who was able to walk like flying with an oil bottle, supported me in time.He looked flustered, but was actually terribly calm.We looked at each other, and he looked away immediately.At this time, more people surrounded me, and I had to follow and stare at the gate of the palace warily.

Apep didn't mean to enter the temple, it just swam outside the door, and then lay down on the ground again, as if it was just confirming that we would not go out.I don't know if it's my illusion, but why does it feel like the black snake is bigger than before.

Jacqueline's nervous laughter came from behind.

"As I said, the game has begun."

Bruce, who was no longer here, started the game.

Although it is very unbelievable, I really doubt it, and even believe in my heart that this Bruce is Sir Black's uncle who has been missing for 60 years, otherwise it would be impossible to explain his abnormality and understanding of this place.But can people really live forever?If Bruce is also a Black, why does Sir Black want us to come here to find him? Could it be that I was forced to think wildly in this place of no retreat?

When we gathered around the altar again, there was only one road left before us.

While several speakers were discussing passionately, I went to look at the huge mural behind the altar.In the most eye-catching place, the pharaoh is painted piously holding up the sacrifice to a faceless god.This is the first time I have seen in the murals of ancient Egypt, the pharaoh would hold the sacrifice above his head. It seems that this god is indeed very unusual.And the sacrifice also pointed out that it was the bone of Seth.No wonder Seth was not seen in this temple except the sun god.

It even blatantly wrote that the body of a god should be sacrificed to another god.You must know that in the eyes of the ancient Egyptians, words and images are magical, and anything written is a fait accompli.What surprised me even more was that in Pharaoh's prayer to the gods, there was only death, not rebirth.How did death become the highest gift here?
This mural is really unbelievable. I subconsciously wanted to ask Jacqueline, but I could only temporarily give up because of her mental state.Seeing that the smell of gunpowder in the dispute is stronger, Karl wants to tear down the wall regardless.

I yelled, "Wait!"

Karl stopped his movements with an unfriendly expression, and I swallowed and spit: "Have we brought the sacrifice yet?"

Everyone stopped and looked at me as if they had never considered this question.

Looking around, I found that the only archaeologist here is me. The crazy Jacqueline and the half-crazy Patrick are both Egyptologists.In desperation, I had no choice but to explain: "The archaeological team will kill chickens and sheep every time before excavating. Even if we are not going to excavate, it is not good to rush in without saying hello."

Under normal circumstances, fruit milk can be used as tribute in ancient Egypt. Although we will kill cows (I swallowed pigs), but if you don’t expect big discoveries, it’s okay to be plain and mean.Some people say that you have a lot to do.

The Egyptians took over the fruits sponsored by Xia, Shangzhou and Arnold, and placed them in front of the altar shaped like a Senet chessboard to start offering sacrifices, and nothing happened for a long time.

I was embarrassed when I heard Jacqueline say, "You have to follow the rules of the game."

game rules?I leaned over to look, and sure enough, there was a familiar inscription engraved on the edge of the altar - "Sacrifice with Your Blood", and the mural pointed to the bone of Seth.

"Where will I find Seth's bones?"

Patrick explained to Stephanie and others that the bone of Seth is metal, but he has never seen this kind of operation, and the ethics of a scholar prevents him from proposing anything that violates the scope of ancient Egyptian knowledge.

So many pairs of eyes looked at me again.

Although I can be regarded as a serious archaeologist, my attainments in Egyptology are not at the same level as those two.Now being given high hopes, my heart beats like a drum.But I still bite the bullet and propose that everyone take out a metal product of their own and put it on the Senet chessboard, which is regarded as honoring the unknown god, the old man.

Fortunately, there were too many inexplicable things, and no one pursued the theoretical basis of my statement. Everyone went to the altar to offer sacrifices one by one.

Jacqueline put on her own earrings first, Stephanie and Alex also had some accessories, not to mention Jarno, there were so many bits and pieces on his body.But apart from the ladies and Italians, most of them don't wear accessories here, and some people even start to remove the belt buckle.Morgan was also stumped.

I suddenly felt that I made a stupid operation, hot eyes are one thing, if someone can't come up with something, don't vent your anger on me.Fortunately, Alex made a timely rescue, and she handed Morgan an iron cross.

"This was originally yours, so it's not illegal to put it up now."

Morgan refused. "This is what she left for you."

"Since we know she's here, do we still need this?"

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard someone say, "I'm allergic to metal, and I don't have any metal on my body."

Why does this kind of person come here!I looked up and saw that it was James who said that.Is this person here to deliberately find fault?I didn't see allergies when I used the sniper rifle.As if knowing that I was slandering, the not-so-drunk drunk said, "My guns are all unique."

In the end, it was James' blond and close brother who gave him a normal bullet, which allowed him to fool the game.

The people who follow either throw bullets straight up or give each other gifts.I even saw a thermometer being placed on the altar.Kawaii-san also said sincerely: "Mercury is a metal." Then he took off Tempura's collar, and placed the metal nameplate on it respectfully on the altar.

The people in 279 put bullets up, anyway, everyone's share is enough, and Li Yuan and I are no exception.

The four of Hassan did not have guns and ammunition, but they all carried some accessories.After all the sacrifices were placed, they surrounded the altar and began to chant.

Although there are many sacrificial texts handed down from ancient Egypt, there are very few people who can read and manipulate them.With the level of education of these Egyptians, it is estimated that they have no idea what they are talking about.It's not that I look down on people.Just like the mages or believers in many temples do not understand Sanskrit, Christians do not even know what Hebrew is.

Hassan and the others kept talking, but Patrick's expression got worse and worse.Even Jacqueline wasn't that crazy, and even apparently thought the Egyptians were more crazy, because suddenly she rushed towards the altar.

While saying "take my blood as a sacrifice", Laila, who was about to sacrifice with her arms, was unprepared, and was hit by Jacqueline so that the dagger almost fell out of her hand.

My knowledge of ancient Egyptian is also really limited. I only understand "resurrection" and "replacement", but I can't relate the context at all.Just thinking about going to ask for advice later, I heard a gunshot.

Jacqueline's blood splashed onto the altar, staining the inscription red.

Take your blood as a sacrifice.

　Happy birthday to Teacher Zhao
　　
　
(End of this chapter)