bit stealing game

Chapter 121 The Book of the Afterlife

Is Kawaii San a dead man?

Everyone was shocked by Joshua's words. How could it be possible? Kawaii Sang has been traveling with us, eating and living together, and even raising a cat...

Arno looked down at the tempura in his arms in disbelief.

The fat cat was washing its big face with its short paws. It didn't rush when people were watching it. It slowly stepped on Arno's chest and stretched. The people around them consciously moved away from them.

I faced Arno's hurt look and stopped my intention to retreat.

"Please tell me clearly, what do you mean that the Japanese is dead?" the British bald man asked.

Joshua didn't answer and sat slumped against the wall.

Jason's eyes were sharp, and he walked over and picked up his clothes with an unkind expression: "Do they know that the Japanese have problems? Don't pretend to be dead, tell everything you know!"

This is the underworld of ancient Egypt. What if Li Yuan and the others were walking with a "dead man" right now.

"Hey!"

Just when our attention was focused on Joshua, Arno suddenly shouted. It turned out that Tempura jumped out of his arms and ran along the corridor in the direction pointed by the wings of the goddess Isis.

Arno raised his legs and chased after him. Ali was one step faster than him, and Jason also dropped Joshua. But Chang Xiao stopped them.

"Get out of the way, Hassan and the others may be over there!" Ali said excitedly. Jason and others were also quite dissatisfied.

Tempura meowed at us, as if urging us to follow him, and then ran away without looking back.

Xia Shangzhou looked at the foreigners who were already talking about each other and calmly touched a cloth bag on her waist.

Chang Xiao didn't take those doubts seriously. "If that road can lead you to them, why don't they follow the cat?"

The noise subsided.

Chang Xiao continued: "No matter who wrote the note, it has already caused us to deviate from our original plan. And the fact that the cat can find us can only mean that someone hopes that it will come. Otherwise, even if it can go, people will not be able to go.

It’s impossible to know where we should be waiting for us.”

When everyone heard this, they realized that this was indeed the case, and they all muttered:

"Then what do you think we should do now?"

"That's right, we can't continue to wait here!"

"Japanese sons of bitches and damn cats."

After muttering for a while, everyone looked at the man who was calm and thinking rationally in the strange situation.

"Wait." After Chang Xiao said, he leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.

"Wait?" Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

Ali stamped his feet in annoyance and did not go after Tempura after all. Jason's green eyes were gloomy, but he did not look for any more trouble.

I turned my attention from the direction where the tempura ran away to the murals around me. Sure enough, some changes had occurred during this period, but I still couldn't see the information contained in them. Although I asked if this wall in ancient Egypt was

I'm sure I'll get a response, but there's another person who's playing riddles.

Chang Xiao was always there, and he didn’t react at all when Joshua told that bizarre story, as if it was being revealed by a spoiler. At this time, he could even take it calmly after learning that his teammate was a “dead man”.

If 279 were a page of a book, it would be a silent and unwelcoming footnote, which a careless reader like me would almost miss.

But there are some things that Chang Xiao must make clear this time. I am still worried about the metaphor he used that owl to make earlier. At that time, I thought he was referring to Lou Shiqi, but that was not the case. Now I think about Lou Shiqi’s actions

It's also very suspicious. If he hadn't brought it to the door by himself, I really wouldn't have doubted him. I don't know what's going on with Lou Shiqi now, and I can't catch him, but Chang Xiao must make it clear.

"You don't seem surprised by any of this."

I stood in front of Chang Xiao reluctantly. He raised his eyelids and then spoke reluctantly: "Having a little knowledge of this game will only lead to misjudgment."

"What does this mean?"

I frowned. Every time I open my mouth to smile, it always subverts my understanding of the current situation. This time is no exception.

"'Meet Duat'?" Chang Xiao chuckled. "Who told you that this is the 'Duat' in ancient Egypt?"

"But it's written in the Book of the Dead"

"Did the Book of the Dead say 'Atlantis' and 'The Epic of Gilgamesh'? Do you think this is just ancient Egypt, or is this common sense?"

Speaking of Atlantis, those things seemed familiar to me. When I was about to freeze to death in the desert, I felt like I was sinking into quicksand and being dragged to the deep sea. At that time, there seemed to be a creature that wanted to tell me something.

What? And in the tunnel that was surrounded by strange creatures just now, it seemed that the people of "Atlantis" wanted to tell me something.

This feeling made me extremely irritable and aroused an unknown fire.

"Are you saying that we have all misunderstood the 'oracle' handed down by Hassan and others?"

Egypt is a memory that is constantly revisited. The history of Egypt, like all history, is made of memory.

People of different eras have different imaginations about ancient Egypt, and they all use their own standpoints to interpret history. The Old Testament of the Bible has a review of Egypt. In this memory, Egypt persecuted the Israelites, giving a not-so-good image.

The mistake is. But if you look at it from an Egyptian perspective, it is that a man named Moses was ungrateful and brought an unreasonable disaster to Egypt.

As for the development and transformation of god worship, there have been countless versions over thousands of years. Originally I thought Hassan and Laila were priests of the sun god, but now it seems that they are actually the gods of Ptah. There are always some things I can't figure out.

That’s clear. In fact, the current Egypt is inconsistent with our understanding of Egypt. It’s also possible that we don’t really know what happened in Egypt at all.

Hearing me mention "oracle", Chang Xiao didn't bother to pay attention at all.

"What should we do now if common sense doesn't work?" Arnold broke the stiff atmosphere.

"Then don't let the unknown control you."

"Stop playing riddles with me!" I suppressed the unreasonable panic and anger, "First tell me clearly what you know! Before you come here, you told me not to just look at the things in front of you and let others lead you away.

What exactly do you want to say?"

If we're going to go forward, we can't compartmentalize what we know. I can't afford to be played like a fool anymore.

Chang Xiao looked at me squarely for the first time. He stared at me briefly but seriously, and there was even a hint of compassion in his expression.

"You shouldn't have come. There's nothing you want here."

I froze in place.

There were many people who advised me not to come, but now it really made me face a reality that I had always ignored. Chang Xiao reminded me the day Li Yuan and I crawled out of the sea of ​​sand. At that time, he used a flying bird to

The bones made me think I was eating an owl. According to the ancient Egyptians’ understanding of death, after Senet

It should be Duat, which is the way for the dead to lead to the underworld. But if the ancient Egyptian system is not applied, then this is more like a trap. Now I understand what he meant. The biased information is

The complete truth cannot be spelled out, and some can only be one-sided, preconceived, and illusions that interfere with thinking.

But if this is a game, then who has the chance to set it up? Is it the ancient Egyptian priests Hassan and Laila, or is it Buswell who has a lot of entanglements with [Maya] and [Atlantis], or is it the mysterious disappearance of

The blues?

Perhaps I have long realized that what I am facing this time is not ancient Egypt, but I have never been willing to admit it.

But should I really not come?

I gently brushed against the spread wings of the goddess Isis on the stone wall, and suddenly froze in place.

"Yu, what's wrong?" Yanuo saw my expression change and asked hurriedly.

"Wait a moment."

My hand was still pressed against the mural, and while I was holding my breath, I felt something brush against my palm again. It was definitely not an illusion. This was more frightening than getting an electric shock, so I quickly retracted my hand.

A cold "Eye of Horus" appeared on that wall, and I pressed it on this eye. The Eye of Horus also appeared on the papyrus originally painted with "The Pathbreaker".

No one noticed when that gloomy eye started staring at us. What’s even more incredible is that it blinked under everyone’s gaze.

"What the hell is this?" The bald man raised his hand and was about to hit the wall.

Arnaud and Ali pounced on him at the same time.

"Are you crazy? It's so narrow here, bullets will bounce back and hit people!" Arno held down the man's hand.

Ali even blocked the muzzle of the gun, as if protecting the mural.

During the dispute, gunshots were suddenly heard, and several bullets were fired towards the Eye of Horus. Ali rushed toward the mural, and Arno blocked me. However, the bullets did not bounce back as he expected, and they were all shot by the gun.

The Eye of Russ swallowed it.

"No!"

Ali roared and knelt down in front of the mural.

A pair of green eyes emerged from behind the muzzle of the gun. Jason stared at the unscathed mural. He was still careless and didn't expect this minor to take action rashly.

"What's going on?"

In our confusion, the mural with the Eye of Horus slowly dissolved into the shape of a Bennu bird, and then struggled to form the right eye of the sky god.

Everyone was confused by the unexpected situation. The Book of the Dead actually changed because of our actions?

I looked at the Eye of Horus, which was blinking like weeping blood, and walked over in disbelief. Ali’s reaction, the disappearing bullet, and the rewritten inscription

"Yu, what's wrong?" Arnold asked worriedly.

I took a deep breath and touched the mural with trembling hands. Sure enough, this wall was "alive".

"This is not the Book of the Dead, but the Book of the Afterlife."

The book of the afterlife allows you to write your own destiny

(End of chapter)