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Chapter 119 Misreading the Oracle

As soon as Arno finished speaking, a black shadow came towards him.

I subconsciously wanted to pull him to the side, but he also grabbed me at the same time. Both of us were held back by the other, and they could only stay locked in place and watch helplessly as the ghost rushed towards me.

At the critical moment, Arno raised his leg and kicked the ball of hair.

"Tempura?!" Arno exclaimed.

At this time, it was too late to retract his legs, so he could only stumble forward a few steps, and the fat cat grabbed his pants and crawled all the way into his arms. Tempura's whole body was shaking violently, not sure if it was fat or hair, and he was quite frightened to think about it.

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"Why are you here? Where are Kawaii San and the others?" Arno comforted a large cat nestled on his chest. Joshua raised his head and glanced at him.

After being rubbed and coaxed for a long time, the orange cat finally revealed its face. It raised its head high, revealing a collar without a nameplate. The metal plate with Tempura's name on it was replaced by Kawaiisan before he came in.

Sacrificed.

Arno scratched the short furry neck. The fat cat narrowed his eyes with satisfaction and purred, but soon pawed at him again.

Arno looked at Tempura in confusion: "What's wrong with you?" He said and checked that there were no wounds on the cat's body, and the fur temperature was normal.

"Take your hands away."

Chang Xiao couldn't stand it anymore. He asked Arno to continue to hold up the fat cat, and he pinched Tempura's collar and inspected it carefully. Although the movements of his hands were urgent, he tried to be gentle. After a while, Chang Xiao moved from the collar and

A note was pinched out from between the cat's flesh. Fortunately, Tempura was an overly bloated cat, and the collar was completely squeezed by its neck, otherwise the small piece of paper would have been dropped.

Chang Xiao looked at it carefully several times with his droopy eyes, and his eyelids trembled. My curiosity also trembled.

Everyone else took a look at the note when they took it out of the cat's collar. Chang Xiao let it go very frankly. When the note finally reached me, I understood why Chang Xiao didn't mind others.

See also.

Because those foreigners couldn't understand it at all, except for the ancient Egyptian sentence "I will sacrifice your blood as a sacrifice" that I have seen countless times, everything was written in Chinese.

Xia Shangzhou and I looked at each other and looked at Chang Xiao together.

"It's not from Lao Bai." Chang Xiao narrowed his eyes, and now the note was back in his hand. "It's not from Meng Weiqing either. It should be a young man."

Young people? 279 What about those young people? Li Yuan, Jiang Can, Dingze, He Rongchuanlou, Shi Qi, Chang laughed that if he said this, he would not say it.

I looked at the note again and felt that the handwriting looked a bit familiar.

I have seen Li Yuan's calligraphy. The Spring Festival couplets posted on the door of Grandpa Li's house were written by him. The auspicious words written on the Wei stele in his hand are quite impressive. And I have also seen him write German on the sand.

But the calligraphy in front of me is far less beautiful than Li Yuan's. Nor is it Lou Shiqi's. We filled out a form when we came to 279 from the archaeological team. His calligraphy is not distinctive enough for me to remember it to this day. And I

I haven't seen a few other people write, but I do recognize the handwriting on this note. Where did I see it?

"Yu, what is written on this?" Arnold urged me to translate.

I looked at Xia Shangzhou and Chang Xiao, and then read out the two lines scrawled on the note:

【Only the gods live forever under the sun

See you Duat]

"Only the gods live forever under the sun." I said it twice. It's the Epic of Gilgamesh again. How could the legend of Sumer appear in the underworld of ancient Egypt?

In addition to the two lines of Chinese, there is also the ancient Egyptian word "Your blood as a sacrifice". These people may not recognize the Chinese, but this line of ancient Egyptian appears too frequently, so everyone is looking at Ali at this moment.

Ali looked confused, and obviously didn’t know why this sentence appeared. But this guy is very good at lying, and I will never be fooled by his acting skills again. But the note may also be misleading, just to let us interact with each other.

distrust.

"Yu, come here and take a look at this."

Arno held Tempura and walked to the mural where the fat cat had just hidden. There was a depression there, but it didn't seem to be a place for a shrine or a statue. And I was sure that this was just an ordinary mural wall. Opposite the depression

There is a very awkward-looking relief on the wall, depicted as a mummy.

However, he is not Osiris. He is a deformed dwarf, his body is wrapped in mummy cloth, his limbs are stooped, and his huge bald head has a strange child-like bun. But this god is not bound.

In his hands, he holds a talisman of life and a backbone of Osiris, which symbolizes stability and omnipotence.

I temporarily put aside my doubts about the note and looked at the relief that I had just ignored as if I was blind.

"Did you just see this relief?" I asked Arnaud.

He shook his head hesitantly. "We had already walked all over this corridor when we were waiting for Lee and Alex. I don't remember this one. Um, which god is this?"

I asked Xia, Shang and Zhou again, and she also said she had never seen this relief.

"Yu, what on earth is this?" Arno asked.

I looked solemnly at the deformed dwarf wrapped up into a mummy on the mural.

This god is not in the ancient Egyptian theogony that is familiar to later generations. However, he has been worshiped since ancient times and was even once revered as the ruling god by the pharaohs and people of the ancient kingdom. At that time, the ancient Egyptians believed that everything in Memphis was

It comes from his "heart" and "tongue". Combined with the new murals on the wall, it also proves the identity of this god.

"I'm afraid he is Ptah, the god of creation."

The most awe-inspiring legend about God Ptah records that the words he wrote have become reality. And this mural is probably the papyrus on which he exerted his divine power. This is why the reliefs we have seen have changed.

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But when did this mural start to change? Several of us have been listening to Joshua telling stories. No one left the team, and there was no chance of triggering anything.

"God of Creation? I'm disrespectful." Arno held Tempura's paws and worshiped God Pta, and then educated it: "You dare to go anywhere, please stop running around later and follow us.

Well, this place is not safe."

His words made me look away from the mural.

"Yu?" Arnold freed up a hand to brush his hair.

I stared at him: "You said, 'You dare to go anywhere for tempura'?"

So is it possible that it's not that Kawaii-san and others don't want to come back to us with Tempura, but that they can't.

I paid attention to Ali with my peripheral vision. From the time Arno and I talked about God Ptah, he could no longer maintain his innocent look and became a little restless. It seems that I am not the only one who understands the priesthood of Ptah, so now I probably

Now we know how the murals began to change. It is now clear which god Hassan and Laila are priests of.

Ali gritted his teeth and walked awkwardly in front of Arno and me. But he didn't speak to excuse himself.

"Hassan and the others may have had trouble."

Arno took a breath. Although I was mentally prepared, I still took a breath.

"What do you know?"

Ali raised his eyes and looked at the changing mural with sadness.

"You're right. What Ptah wrote is what will happen. And they are changing His writing."

Changing the will of the gods? The price that will be paid is self-evident.

Does the note that says "Only the gods live under the sun forever" mean that we can never go out again? Or does it mean that in order to change this fate, Hassan and Laila did something against nature.

Just like the truth, each of us is incomplete. If the information is incomplete, we cannot see the truth.

Staring at the mysterious note again, I remembered why the handwriting looked familiar.

"This is my word"

(End of chapter)