Stealing Game

Chapter 102 The Cruel Myth
I frowned.I didn't know what Jacqueline wanted to tell me before she died, and I didn't dare to ask, for fear of being killed because I knew too much.It is impossible for Li Yuan to be by my side all the time, even if he is, he may not be able to protect me from the gun.And I don't want to point at him either.

The answer may lie in this mural of the Bennu bird.

In order to see the murals clearly, the group of foreigners gathered around the candlelight, as if they were going to perform some cult ritual, and they were not worried about consuming the oxygen in the confined space.

By the light of the fire, I looked at the narrative murals all around.

After careful inspection, the murals here are simply the scene of god-making.According to the murals, the temple was originally a whole mine, and the most special stone was enshrined by the ancient Egyptians as gods.The way we came here is actually walking in a vein radiated by a whole magnetic field.

This temple is not so much a building as it is a world.It's just that this world is not boundless, but locked up, and can only repeat itself and go round and round.

There are many famous mountains and great rivers in China, but Egypt only has one Nile River, and the Valley of the Kings also lies naked on the ground, let alone the towering peaks.So their gods are not the ones who are immortal, but those who really need benefits.For example, the bronze cat statue squatting at Sekhmet's feet should exist as a sacrifice, but this altar is in the mural.

But to say that the gods in Egypt are down-to-earth, there is no problem, but the brushstrokes on the murals here are very hellish.Some of the characters in this narrative mural are relatively thin, and the bony figures crawl out of the soil, but they are plump before crawling out.

I tilted my head and looked at the mural from several angles.

If there is a grain of truth in comparing those who are twisted and dry to vines.In the funerary texts of ancient Egypt, vines have the meaning of life, because they die every year and regenerate in the coming year, which is the perfect interpretation of the pharaoh's death and resurrection.The seeds are planted, absorb the nutrients in the soil, and break through the ground to feed people.In the mural in front of me, the lush underground world allows people on the ground to live.

But it's not right, how can there be a fat body that was white and fat before it grew out, but shriveled up after growing out, could it be that the land sucked up its vitality instead?

The other three walls are also covered with murals, but the mural facing the burnt bronze bull is the most important position in the whole room.The entire wall was divided into two, and the murals on the lower floor were distorted figures. After struggling out of the soil, they crawled on the ground and kowtowed respectfully towards a boulder.That should be the original hill.

Above these eerie figures is the lion-headed goddess Sekhmet, who stands sideways with her face turned to the right.Because the ancient Egyptian texts have no reading order, they can only be interpreted following the direction of the characters in the text.Following the gaze of the captivating ruby ​​eyes, I translated the inscription:
【I turned my face to the place where the sun rises, where I performed a miracle for you.I bring to you the bones of Seth, with all the desert's bounty, and beg to join the eternity you give. 】

Beneath the inscription is a tablet on which lies Set with the head of an anteater.

Next to this line of inscriptions is a Benu bird, who stands sideways on the primeval hill, but turns his head to face us.This kind of positive image is very rare in ancient Egyptian murals.But what surprised me even more was that there was only one eye on the bird's face, and the other was empty where the eyeball should be.

Another line of inscription is engraved on the primitive hill at the foot of Bennu: [With me guarding here, time cannot step into your domain]

It's quite full of words.The gods of Egypt would have stepped down long ago in China.Obviously he wanted Ze to be killed by the common people, but it turned out to be so dereliction of duty, and it is unreasonable to want incense.

"What's written on it?" Li Yuan asked.

"It's not just that matter, I want to make offerings." I said.

But in this bare room, there is only a burnt bronze bull and a bronze statue of a cat. The only thing that can be called an altar is the scene of Seth being placed on a stone slab in the mural.There are many small ravines around the body of the god of desert and power, winding and extending into the wall.

The ravine was painted red, and it was unclear whether it was the wine offered to Seth or the blood that flowed from his body.

I have never seen this kind of sacrificial regulations, and I couldn't help but want to look for Jacqueline in the crowd.It took me a long time to remember that I would never see her again.I took a few slow breaths to push some of the emotions back and revisit the graphic Jacqueline repeated on my wrist at the end.

Why Bennu?
"This bronze bull has been burned, is it part of the sacrifice?" Lou Shiqi's voice interrupted my thoughts.

I looked at the bronze bull.Yeah, how could I overlook this.Breaking or burning something to offer to the gods is often a crucial part of the ritual.And it seems that this bronze bull should have carried something on its back. Ancient Egypt even had the habit of using copper bulls as coffin beds.

In short, this makes sense, maybe after offering sacrifices, you can see the way, and you can still go out anyway.As long as there is a door, at least there is no need to be helpless.

"You guys can do it!" I grinned excitedly, and stopped abruptly until my fist hit Lou Shiqi's arm.

Lou Shiqi tilted his shoulder and bumped into my fist.

I ignored him and turned to look for Patrick.

Fortunately, the only remaining Egyptologist also recognized this idea, so the next thing to do is to burn the bronze statue of the cat.After all, there is no altar here, so the sacrifices have to be burned to the gods.

But the ignition point of copper is as high as thousands of degrees. If you want to refine this copper cat, the people in the room must be roasted first.

I quietly looked at Yano.He carried ore that could ignite the wind and snow, and a prehistoric copper cat was nothing to worry about.But Yano didn't come out to show the limelight, so I had to pretend I didn't know about it.

People with the right to make decisions went to the citizens' meeting again, and I also reinvested in the study of Bennu.I stroked the mural with my hands.Since the Temple of Seth, I have a long memory of always wearing gloves to avoid being possessed by any dirty things.

Will the murals here also have a lower layer?

Before I could start digging, the results of the meeting came out.The Senate thought it would be a good idea to burn the copper cat first.So under the auspices of Patrick, someone poured wine on the copper cat and threw a lighter on it.

The copper cat was close to the mural wall, and the whole wall would be smoky after being lit. If Jacqueline was here, it would definitely not be burned directly.But now my words don't work, and Patrick didn't stand up to stop it.

When dozens of pairs of eyes were staring at the copper cat, a person walked up to the mural, and he looked in through the eyes of the Benu bird.

In fact, at this time, I have already seen that it should be a hole in the false door, and this kind of false door usually leads to another room behind it.In the Valley of the Kings, when Hassan and others hijacked me, there was also such a small hole where the wind was blowing.

In this kind of ghost place, it is estimated that there is no good scenery to see.Sure enough, the man was so frightened that he took a few steps back, kicked over the burning copper cat, and hit the bronze bull behind him.

My dislike for these people has reached the extreme after Stephanie killed Jacqueline. Instead of reminding him, after he was frightened, he said coolly: "Do not see evil, be careful to be targeted."

Although he would be taken aback if he was unprepared, this person's reaction was really weird. He kept pointing at the mural, trembling as if he had been possessed by a demon.It is said that dare to be a mercenary is not so timid.

Kawaii-san was terrified.Because this guy is the one who sacrificed the brass earrings.And the other person whose sacrifice was not accepted was Kawai Isan.

Following a strange fragrance, the bronze cat cracked open after being burned.The person who happened to be next to him cursed: "What the hell is this!"

When everyone looked closely, they were all shocked.It turned out that it was not a bronze statue of a cat at all, but a cat mummy wrapped in a bronze shell.At the same time, the murals were peeling off one after another, and the ceiling was also cracked, as if the whole room was about to fall apart.

Patrick stared at the mural with a terrified expression on his face.After seeing the changes in the murals, he shouted loudly: "Quickly, sacrifice on that stone slab, that is the altar! Blood! Blood!"

Carl grabbed the frightened Laila and threw her to the wall of the mural, put a gun on her shoulder and was about to shoot.Li Yuan stepped forward and knocked out Carl's gun, pushing Leila away from the wall.

"Do you want us all to die here?" Karl roared.

Before Li Yuan could finish his sentence, he punched the altar in the mural.His hands were dripping with blood, but his expression was calm, without even frowning.

This punch directly shattered the already withered wall, and Li Yuan's blood also flowed down the gully under the stone slab to the depths of the mural, and melted into the wall.In the mural, Seth lying on the slate is surrounded by blood-soaked veins, as if he is sucking Li Yuan's blood, and it seems that the blood is flowing out of him.

After Li Yuan's blood was licked up by the wall, another mural emerged.And the original hill that was originally trampled by the Benu bird also turned into a shrine and opened inward.

When I saw the mural, I was stunned, and Patrick let out a desperate sigh.

"Everyone, stay away from that wall..." My voice was trembling.

But at this moment, Kawaii-san's cat Tempura screamed strangely, and rushed towards the cat mummy lying by the wall, and then fell into the hollow wall together under the action of inertia.

From the wall came the shriek of a cat.

I thought to myself: This is a bad dish...

(End of this chapter)