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Chapter 107 The place where gods are buried

"Wait a minute."

When Hassan was about to sacrifice all his blood to the wall, Teacher Bai came up with a solution.

"We made a plan before we came here. It was originally for emergency use, but it seems like it is an emergency now." He said as he took out a large black bag from Meng Weiqing's backpack and pulled out a pack of frozen food.

After removing the plasma, he put the rest back. "This belongs to Yue Chen, and now we have all in our hands."

Chang Xiao opened the equipment left by Ding Ze, and Xia Shangzhou also took out such a bag from his own bag.

I was stunned.

Li Yuan calmly watched his blood being taken out by others, and even raised his eyebrows in approval and said: "You are really thoughtful, so you can save someone in case of injury."

Teacher Bai nodded, and he said to Laila who could no longer react: "I just calculated the approximate amount of blood needed to fill this wall with blood. If you provide it again, don't worry, this amount of blood will not

If it causes harm to your body, then your brother will not have to die."

When Laila heard that Hassan didn't have to die, she nodded desperately with tears in her eyes. "You can have as much blood as you like!"

"Then let's do it." Buswell decided. He just wanted to hurry up and move forward. It didn't matter whether he died or not, but he didn't mind being a favor.

279 and Buswell both agreed, even if Stephanie thought it was making a fuss, she could only follow the instructions. While the blood bag was being thawed, I couldn't help but get closer to Xia Shangzhou and asked: "Are you bringing everyone's blood with you?"

Are you awake?"

"Don't worry, Xiao Yu'er, everyone has it, so be prepared." Seeing me subconsciously touching my backpack, Xia Shangzhou smiled and said, "You haven't been trained, and it's useless to have plasma on you, let alone us.

You won’t be left alone. However, those of us who do physical work will have more supplies. Yue Chen has a special physique, so we have the most supplies for him."

I reluctantly smiled.

Everyone is worried. I don’t remember when I gave blood to 279. They kept all the blood I donated in the blood donation truck.

Over there, Laila and Hassan stood in front of the stone wall. Alex used a sterilized scalpel to lightly scratch Laila's upper arm. When the blood slowly poured out, Laila put her arm to the root of the tree on the wall.

As soon as the stone wall came into contact with her blood, it tried its best to absorb it. Even after more blood than expected flowed in, there was still no trace of blood in the ravine.

Teacher Bai asked Laila to stay away from the wall with a serious expression. He used another sterilized knife to hit Hassan's arm in the same way. Alex immediately went over to bandage Laila's wound. But Hassan pushed into the wall.

After pouring a lot of blood, until his face turned pale, the tree still didn't move.

"You have already lost blood. If you continue, your life will be in danger." Teacher Bai forcibly pulled Hassan away.

At this time, Li Yuan's blood was almost ready for use. Meng Weiqing held up the blood bag and poured it into the root of the tree as if watering water. The tree finally started to squirm, and the blood extended out to all sides along the deep groove, as if it was being covered with water.

The heart pumps to every part of the body.

The tree-trunk-like ravine was filled with blood and carved deeper into the wall. At the same time, the whole tree continued to branch out as if it was rejuvenated, and the sound of stretching could even be heard. Soon the bloodthirsty branches were

Unwilling to be restrained, we broke through the stone wall and crawled out. Soon there was the sound of branches spreading from both sides of us. It sounded like this posture was trying to wrap up the entire passage, so the situation might not be good by then.

I couldn't see anything in the darkness, I could only hear frightening crackling sounds one after another. No one had seen this formation before, and they couldn't fight back even with their guns. I could only move closer to the crowd and try to stay away from the walls on both sides.

Some.

"If we had killed him earlier, there wouldn't have been so many problems!"

Amidst the continuous curses, Karl was about to push Hassan back to the altar with his knife in hand. Hassan looked pale and felt that this situation was caused by the fact that he did not have a death sacrifice himself and did not even want to resist.

I couldn't figure out what was going on, but I couldn't let Karl and Hassan do whatever they wanted, so I had no choice but to walk over and stop them.

Li Yuan ignored the commotion behind him. He stood in front of the growing stone wall that drank human blood, put his hand on the sharp carvings of the tree roots, and scratched hard.

The tree started to squirm crazily, sucking Li Yuan's blood endlessly, but the unlucky thing didn't even frown. It really treated itself as a blood bank. I left Carl and others and turned around to stop Alex.

He grabbed Li Yuan's arm and pulled him off the wall.

After the tree made of blood melted into Li Yuan's blood, the entire wall began to boil. Then along the veins of the tree, the wall was slowly burned through.

"This is indeed a death sacrifice."

The wall in front of him was indeed a load-bearing wall as Chang Xiao said. Seeing that it was burned through and could no longer bear its responsibilities, the ceiling and the walls on both sides began to collapse. Karl took the lead and ran into the burned passage in front of him.

I also hurriedly ran with the crowd. The tree trunk originally carved on the burned stone wall no longer looked like a tree, it looked more like something had been reborn from the blood.

In my panic, I didn't have time to take a closer look, and I even got cut several times by the sharp breaks on the wall because I was distracted. I was afraid that my blood would also be included in the wall, but when I checked later, I found that only a shallow trace of blood was left.

The scars may be just due to mental stress.

After passing through the wall, everyone went directly into another room, and the flashlights finally came in handy. After seeing the environment clearly, saying that the room was a bit too euphemistic, it was like an underground palace.

Twelve pairs of round lotus pillars with bright colors that require two people to hug each other do not look crowded at all. The twelve columns are as tall as one person, and the stone tablets full of inscriptions and twelve huge fig wood painted panels are arrayed like a triple door.

in front of us.

From a Feng Shui point of view, the three doors in this tomb reflect the ancient working people's understanding of bitterness and then sweetness, and first going through Abi Hell and then to the third heaven. But in ancient Egypt, these twelve "doors" were

There are other considerations.

In the world view of the ancient Egyptians, day and night are equally divided, each occupying twelve hours. The pillars, stone tablets and wooden paintings in front of us all describe the night half. In the ancient Egyptian funerary text "Book of Doors",

The sun god Ra drove the golden boat of the sun together with Seth and other gods through a door. Each door representing an hour of night was guarded by a goddess.

Sure enough, I saw on the nearest lotus pillar a description of the first hour of the Sun Golden Ship sailing in the "underworld" without the Sun God. As expected, the remaining pillars described the next eleven hours.

I have to say that the artistic attainments displayed by ancient Egypt in dealing with death are truly amazing. Although being in an "afterlife space" makes me feel somewhat unlucky, it does not prevent me from appreciating these masterpieces that have never been seen before.

As I looked at it, I felt something was wrong. There are twelve pairs of lotus pillars in total. If twelve of them are about the "Book of Doors", then what are the paintings on the other twelve pillars?

I couldn't help but walk over and take a look, but I didn't expect that the inscriptions on the other twelve pillars had been peeled off. I don't know who did it.

In the world view of ancient Egypt, the temple itself symbolizes the land that first emerged from the water at the beginning of creation, and the pillars represent the holy papyrus bushes. Water symbolizes death, so the world after death is full of water.

In this way, these are all divine objects that reach the heavens and are also the key to resurrection from the dead.

Now the interior of the twelve pairs of lotus columns is illuminated as if it were daytime, while the space just a few feet away looks like flowers in the fog. The layer of fog that separates them is still the fog of London in the 19th century, and it is completely impossible to tell why.

The reflectivity of the wall here is extremely low. When I first entered, it was dark all around, so I thought it was an open space. Unexpectedly, there was actually a stone wall not far from the lotus column. But this stone wall has a tree growing from the one at the door.

The stone wall of the Bloodthirsty Banyan Tree is different. Even if the flashlight shines on the stone wall outside, the eyes are completely black. But if you get closer to the wall here, you can actually see the murals on it. It feels like there is something clearly painted on these walls.

Things you don’t want people to see, but they are so close that they can be seen, thus tempting you to get closer to them.

Do you still want me to fall for this fool-like thing?

I stepped back from the pillar with disdain, ready to study the three pairs of twelve-hour night incarnations. No one in 279 came close to those walls.

There are always fools who will look at it, and it will be too late to satisfy their curiosity by then. Anyway, except for Kawaiisan's "sacrifice" thermometer, which was not accepted, others should have been protected by "gods", and nothing should have happened.

Big problem.

“Instead of exploring those boring walls, it’s better to appreciate the art in front of you.”

I stopped Laila who was about to walk out of the pillar. In addition to Kawaiisan whose sacrifice was not "recognized", the priest brother and sister and Li Yuan were also key targets of protection. The "death sacrifice" just now will not just bring us here

It's so simple here.

"Such a large fig board would be worth a lot of money even if it were left alone today, not to mention that it also has Seth painted on it, which rarely appears in sacrifices."

Laila stopped as she was told, and looked at the four walls that were still dark. Except for the burnt-through wall where we entered, which could reflect a little light, the other three walls and the ceiling looked unfathomable.

Having said this, I didn’t pay much attention to anything else. My attention was attracted by the creations of ancient Egypt. The fig board placed on the stone platform in front of me made me have to raise my head to see the whole thing.

Too big.

How could such a large wooden board be made in ancient Egypt without synthetic technology? What’s more, in the narrative of the fig wood painted board, Seth is the character who performs sacrifices?

It is normal for people to make sacrifices to gods, so who do gods want to sacrifice?

"Son of a bitch!" the Australian under Stephanie let out a series of curses.

This man didn't care at all what the ancient Egyptians had painted, and walked directly to the end of the twelve pairs of lotus columns. Except for Teacher Bai, who was focused on looking at the annual rings on the wooden board, and those fools looking at the wall, everyone gathered around after hearing this

.

In that darkness, there was another altar standing on twelve stone steps, with a headless granite statue sitting behind it.

But this is not the reason why the strong Australian man is frightened.

The stumps of countless statues of gods were scattered all the way from the altar to our feet. The bodies of the gods that had not been corroded by time retained a gold-like color, like sunlight that had been smashed to the ground, making the eyes hurt.

I stared blankly at the god's body lying on the ground, not even taking one step forward. Patrick was already standing beside the altar, and read out the inscription with a trembling voice that sounded like a reminder.

"My blood as a sacrifice."

The Book of the Gates (or the Book of the Gates) is a cruel form of the Book of the Dead. The content of this guide is about the dangers that the Pharaoh will encounter at different times and how to deal with them. Because the Book of the Gates is too dangerous

, not every pharaoh’s tomb has this setting. Only pharaohs with full force points dare to challenge this copy, such as our dear Thutmose III and Ramesses II.

btw The blood donated to the blood donation van will not be used for other purposes. Don’t worry, please donate blood if your physical condition allows.

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