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Chapter 33 The Forgotten Priest

Ali hid quite deeply.

We have been through a lot of troubles in the past, and those faces that are either loyal or greedy for petty advantages have made us relax our vigilance and wait for me here together.

Now I don't worry about my life at all. If Ali really wants to kill me, I will have plenty of opportunities when I was with Lao Zhang and Atian, so there is no need to go to these big fairies to seek bad luck.

The only possibility is that Ali and others were aiming for 279 or the United Nations from the beginning. I was just unlucky, and it was easier to attack because I was alone.

This group of people also knew that it was not advisable to stay for a long time, so they politely helped me exit the temple.

These people tried not to make a sound along the way, but they could still hear the footsteps. In addition to Ali and the person who stood behind me to "hold" me, there was another person. These people didn't even blindfold me. I don't know where it came from.

For the sake of convenience, I still feel that it is not necessary to pay attention to the safety of my feet.

Probably because he was afraid that I would yell, the person covering my mouth never let go and stuck behind me in an awkward posture.

From this distance, I can see the man's sleeves. They are not the Arab robes I often see on construction sites, they look like ordinary clothes. There is still no moonlight, and although I can't see the pattern on the sleeves clearly in the dim night,

Some things can still be seen.

This is obviously a girl's arm.

I have never had a sense of crisis. After knowing that Ali would not kill me easily, the thought that came to my mind was "This posture is quite a test of my muscles."

Sure enough, after a while, I could feel the girl trembling. Then the person holding me down changed.

I sneered, thinking that these people are pretty good at taking care of little girls.

Taking my sneer as fear, Ali turned back from the front and whispered, "Yu, don't worry, we won't hurt you."

I want to scold you for being a jerk.

However, this guy's cover is much tighter than that of the girl just now. But his position is also quite difficult to hold. On one side, he has to hold me down to prevent me from making any noise, and on the other side, he can't get too close to avoid breaking the ancestral bond.

Down the rules.

When people are nervous, they feel that time passes quickly.

Even if I changed my name from Ali to 279 in my mind, it still couldn't change the fact that I was being carried away by a group of dangerous people. I estimated that it took about twenty minutes, but in fact it was probably only six or seven minutes.

Ali ducked into a gap in the stone wall at the end of the path.

I stopped there and didn't move.

The old man next to me who had donated his sleeve awkwardly pointed forward with his free hand, gesturing for me to follow him in. I stretched out my two free hands and waved them, signaling me not to go.

As if I realized now that my hands can express my will, the movements of this man and the girl just now froze.

Seeing that no one was following him for a long time, Ali emerged from the crack in the stone again.

"Yu, come in with me." Now he is not as nice and angry as he was at the beginning, but has a bit of a gangster air.

But I was determined not to go in there.

Just kidding, this is the Valley of the Kings. Don’t I know what’s in the mountain? If I go in, they can open up a coffin and kill me without digging a hole. If you can, kill me here. Otherwise, they will do it anyway.

It's death, and I can't go into the grave by myself.

I conveyed this message very carefully with my eyes.

Unfortunately, the light was really bad and Ali didn't receive it. But the big brother next to me understood it. He spoke Arabic to Ali in a low and fast voice that I couldn't hear clearly. Then Ali stamped his foot.

, said to me in a submissive manner: "Yu, just come in with me. It's either a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, it's just an abandoned small temple. We can't hurt you. We invited you here just to let those people come here later."

Come to us. If you don't hurry up now, we won't be able to catch up. Don't you want to see a celestial phenomenon that only happens once in sixty years?"

After listening to what Ali said, I knew that if we continued in a stalemate, we would not be able to gain anything.

If this group of Arabs also came for that celestial phenomenon, they are probably also some desperadoes. If I really delayed their plan, I would have to take the first step.

One of the few advantages I have is that I don't suffer immediate losses.

So I snorted, held my neck high, and ran towards the crevice in the mountain. The only drawback was that the snort was muffled by my sleeves and lost some momentum. Moreover, when I reached the crevice in the rocks, I still had to lower my head.

Only then can you drill through.

If I hadn't been brought here by someone, I would have really discovered this place.

The further I go, the more unsure I am. I don't know if the people from 279 will be able to find me in time. I don't know if between the celestial phenomenon that happens once in sixty years and me, these people will even bother to come find me.

I made some calculations on the way, maybe Lou Shiqi would give it to me for free for the sake of the camaraderie between workers this month. As for other people, to be honest, whether it is 279 or Arnold and the others, these people have no idea what Sir Black said.

The fanaticism about the unwarranted celestial phenomena made me afraid to count on it.

The road got darker and darker as we walked. From the moment I entered this mountain, no one was covering me anymore, so there was no need to do so. Even if I came to the Duan'er Qunying Meeting, no one could cheer me up.

When we reached an open area, Ali melted in like a mud fish. I chased him forward for two steps but failed to catch him. Looking back again, I couldn't find the two people just now.

There is darkness everywhere you look.

I didn't dare to touch around for fear of running into something strange. Just when I stayed in place and didn't dare to move easily, I heard the sound of clothing rubbing against each other not far away. I asked cautiously: "Ali?"

Ali's voice came from not far away, but at the same time I felt someone approaching from behind.

I turned around sharply.

The fire happened to light up at that moment.

A young Arab guy was facing me with his hands spread out.

"Fuck!" I cursed subconsciously.

Seeing me suddenly roaring, the little guy was obviously startled. His mouth was slightly open, revealing a small set of white teeth. The big and evasive brown eyes in the deep sockets blinked quickly, and his eyelashes fanned out in the firelight.

trembling shadows.

My heart skipped a beat.

"Damn it, now I can even see a human face. Will I be killed here?"

Maybe my expression was too frightened, and the man was a little at a loss. He held it in for a long time before saying: "Hello, my name is Hassan. We met at the construction site."

I looked at his shy brown eyes and remembered that a guy with really long eyelashes had indeed handed me the brush.

But we can’t rely on our sanity at times like this. All I can think about now is “It’s over, it’s over, will it be even more difficult to survive now that I know his name?”

After looking at each other nervously for a while, Hassan couldn't hold it anymore and called Ali in a low voice. Ali appeared from behind him. I gave the grandson a fierce look.

Through the gradually brightening firelight, I discovered that this was indeed a temple as Ali said. And it should be a temple of Osiris.

I can recognize it at a glance because the pharaohs of the Twelfth Dynasty used their imagination to build an empty tomb or sacrificial temple for Osiris, and the current shape of this temple is similar to the one in [Jerusalem-Abydos, Egypt]

] is very similar to the empty tomb of Osiris.

Surprisingly, the air here is better than when walking in the mountain. Although it is still a bit stuffy, at least it is not dirty. There is probably a secret door leading outside.

The space of this Temple of Osiris does not look very big, but unexpectedly it takes some effort to see the whole thing. The four walls of the temple are painted with bright murals. Let’s not talk about the content, at least the degree of preservation is that

It's so intact that Egyptologists would feel weak when they come in.

The firelight danced with the slight wind, making the mural of Osiris's journey in the underworld and his resurrection ceremony swaying, as if alive.

I looked around the walls.

In the mural, the god who symbolizes rebirth finally walked to the altar and presented a plate of sesame candy to a puzzling god. The left eye of his son Horus was watching silently above the ceremony.

Seeing this abstract god again, I secretly felt something bad.

The ancient Egyptians were generally quite straightforward. They would simply and crudely paint the heads of their gods into whatever they believed in. They even had a dung beetle god.

So when I saw this Chaos God Statue, I wondered: Could it be that they had seen a ball of elements? Or was this another product of their imagination? Or, the image of this god was too bizarre or sacred to make the ancients

The Egyptians didn't dare to depict it as it was?

But no matter which one it is, there must be a reason. But this is what puzzles me. Is there really such an indescribable god that appeared in ancient Egypt, and it was so important that Thutmose III wanted to kill him?

Will it be engraved on the mural again?

I didn't have time to think about why I thought this temple was also the work of Thutmose III, so I subconsciously walked towards the empty altar.

The statue of the god that was originally placed here was, without any surprise, missing. Everything was the same as the Temple of Horus that I saw underground at the archaeological team's construction site. I looked inside the base where the statue of the god was originally placed. As expected, it was also written in hieroglyphics.

It says: [Your blood is offered as a sacrifice].

It's all so weird. The similarities are so coincidental that it sends chills down your spine.

Ali stood quietly under the altar, and I could feel his gaze.

I was shocked just now. After making sure that Ali was watching me, Hassan, an Arab who had been working undercover at the archaeological site, threw himself into his work non-stop.

Only then did I suppress my surprise and focus on the living people in this space.

In addition to me, Ali, and Hassan Infernal Affairs, there is also the girl who approached me from behind and five other Arabs.

When I came in just now, I didn't realize that there were so many people in this small place. Either I was too nervous and failed to spot them in time, or they actually just came in.

Since this temple actually only has a few stone pillars besides murals, the entire space seemed a bit empty even with the nine of us.

There are two symmetrical secret doors on the wall opposite the altar. We just walked in through one of them, and maybe the other five people came in the same way.

Since I didn't hear the door open, it's possible that the door was well maintained or had some awesome design that's still intact after thousands of years.

But if I just came in through one of the doors, what is the other door for?

Many temples have underground secret chambers, so there is no need to make a fuss about this. Unlike the false doors found in tombs, these secret chambers are often connected to other places through real doors.

Thinking of this, I walked off the altar, stopped in front of Ali and asked him: "Where do those two doors lead to?" Ali didn't answer me, just asked me to look above my head.

I raised my head and saw the twelve signs of the zodiac carved on the ceiling. Different from the common zodiac signs from the Greek period, this one was completely a version of the Temple of Horus below our construction site.

The unusual moon phase hung above my head, coupled with the complicated and mysterious starry sky around me, I felt like I couldn't stand still after watching it for a while.

At this time, the sound of drums suddenly sounded.

I followed the sound of the drum.

Just a fucking Anubis playing drums at the altar?!

Just when my eyes were about to pop out, several white robes dressed in ancient Egyptian priest costumes walked towards the altar to the sound of drums.

The leader was a girl. Hassan and another man in the same dress walked behind the girl. They were busy changing clothes just now.

Behind Hassan and others were people dressed similarly, but wearing the heads of God Thoth and Horus. I subconsciously looked at Anubis and found that he was indeed wearing the clothes of an ancient Egyptian priest.

At this time, I had regained some sense from the initial shock, and remembered that in ancient Egypt there were indeed priests who wore hoods of gods and dressed up as gods to perform rituals.

But the sound of the drum came suddenly, and I was already uneasy. I almost thought I had bumped into Anubis, and I almost didn't go to see Max.

While I was itching with hatred, I calmed down and looked at those Egyptians who were behaving strangely.

Except for Ali, who is serving as my prison chief, the remaining seven people are all dressed in the clothes of ancient Egyptian priests during the New Kingdom. Even the girl is no exception. Some of these people are playing the roles of Anubis, Thoth and Horu.

What's strange is that the protagonist of this temple or tomb, Osiris, is not there, and there is no one to play the chaotic-headed god.

But that's not the point.

Amidst the increasingly intense drumbeats, these priest-like people put on a posture. The more I looked at it, the more I thought I had seen this battle before. After watching it for a while, I realized: these people wanted to copy the Osi in the mural.

The Resurrection Ceremony of Lys.

This time my eyes were really about to pop out, and I subconsciously wanted to interrupt them. Who knows what these people can do with their endless chatter. But as soon as I moved, I was pulled by Ali.

Living.

I glared at Ali. He let go of his hand, but still stood in front of me, making it clear that he would not let me pass.

"What the hell is going on?" I growled at him.

Although I should be able to endure as much as I can in this situation, and the priority is to save the dog's life. And I don't believe that any ancient Egyptian ritual can stir up trouble. But this is a bit too much.

Seeing my tough attitude, Ali looked at the ceremony and said, "These are the people left by the gods on this land."

I thought these words sounded familiar to me. I looked into the group of priests, and sure enough, one of the unmasked people looked familiar. Didn’t he tell me and A Tian Lao Zhang in the Kongsu Temple:

Is that the Arab named Socrates who "the gods never left Thebes"?

It turns out that these people have been infiltrating around us for a long time.

Ali accompanied A Tian and Lao Zhang under false pretenses, that little white-toothed Hassan was lurking at our construction site, and there was also a shill wearing the name of an ancient Greek philosopher who gave us spiritual hints. It was really a good trick.

It is estimated that all our discussions about the excavation arrangements for the Temple of Horus were listened to.

Only then did I understand why Ali pointed out the replica of the Rosetta Stone in a sarcastic tone in the Cairo Museum and dismissed those Westerners in the Valley of the Kings.

It turns out that there are still people who care about this civilization that I thought had been broken long ago.

Now I believe Ali's statement that he himself is wanted is probably true.

However, I didn’t feel any awe at all. I was filled with the worry of “If the restoration ceremony is really going to happen, will they sacrifice my blood?” and the anger of being dragged down by these lunatics for no apparent reason.

Religion can make people crazy.

I was so angry at their showmanship that I expressed my emotions and asked Ali with a smile: "Then what do you need me to do now?"

Ali looked at me in surprise.

At this time, the Arabs' performance had already begun. So he shrugged and said calmly: "You need to lure them over."

"Bringing them here?"

"Your companions." Ali said matter-of-factly.

I laughed out loud.

Just when Ali seriously said that he wanted to use me as bait, the Egyptian mythology that was used to scare Lao Zhang suddenly appeared. For a moment, I thought they were going to use me to lure Kongsu to eat people.

In fact, I think there is no need for them to arrest me. As long as I just beat the drum directly, they will always want to come over and take a look when they hear the sound 279.

Ali had been watching the ceremony.

Although I didn't think this kind of nonsense could really accomplish anything, I was still a little flustered. I asked Ali who they were.

Ali now answered all questions, saying that these were the descendants of the priests.

But saying this is the same as not saying it. All this is nowhere. Our archaeological team cannot dig out these individuals from their graves.

I asked Ali again why he didn’t also dance to the Great God.

Ali shook his head: "That is not my destiny."

I said in my heart, this is not my fucking destiny. But I suppressed the fire and continued to ask: "Then why are you here?"

Ali was silent. When he was talking to me just now, he did not look away from the ceremony. I found that what he was looking at was not the ceremony itself, but one of the "priests" who had an obviously high status, as if he wished he could use his body to do so.

Same as each generation.

That was the girl who participated in cheating me along with Ali and Hassan.

She is stunningly beautiful. With amber eyes, honey-colored face, thick black curly hair, and an emerald in her hair, she looks like a priest stepping out of a mural.

I took a closer look. She didn't look like the singing and dancing priestess vmoyt often seen in murals, but a being like a prophet. Hassan also had similar attributes. The other ones without masks were obviously better than the two of them.

A low-level priest.

However, this still cannot piece together the grand scene of ancient Egyptian sacrifices. And what will they use as sacrifices?

Before the New Kingdom in ancient Egypt, there were no professional priests, and most of them were held by members of the royal family. After the New Kingdom, there were full-time priests. In my opinion, that girl and Hassan were probably the "first prophets" or something like that.

The high status of this kind of priest can, at best, redistribute the sacrifices in the temple, and at worst, can even influence the abolition and establishment of the royal family.

Thutmose III originally returned to the position of Pharaoh with the support of the priests of Amun. In the "Chronicle of Thutmose III", Thutmose III stated his purpose of recording all battles.

It shows that his victories were all brought about by Amun, and he donated a lot of loot and land to the temple of Amun. This shows how powerful the priests were during the New Kingdom. As the highest-ranking priest among them, all priests had

The energy that can be mastered is self-evident.

However, it is now more than three thousand years later, and ancient Egypt has long since perished. Even if there are remaining descendants of priests who still believe in the gods, what can they do in this world?

Ali watched the sacrifice taking place.

“I wasn’t lying when I said I’d seen things that made me believe in prehistoric civilization.”

He was still looking at the girl intently.

I asked Ali: "So you are doing it for that girl?"

Ali neither admitted nor denied, but said: "Her name is Laila."

Laila is a girl named after night.

There was no starry sky visible from under the ground, but Ali's eyes were watching over him well at night.

The ceremony did not last long, and the Arab priests finally arranged their postures around the altar. Laila stood in the center, and Hassan and the others lined up in order. Anubis stood under the stone steps in front of the altar, with the mouth in front of him.

Big drum.

Ali motioned for me to follow him. At this time, I had no choice but to walk up to the altar together and stand behind these Arabs wearing ancient Egyptian priest costumes.

The drumming continues.

In the silent mountains, the sound of drums became eerie.

I stood behind the altar without the statue, and felt a gust of cold wind coming from behind.

I quietly looked back and saw that there was a door slightly opened on the wall at the back where Osiris, the Nameless God and the Eye of Horus were painted.

Just then, the drumming stopped suddenly.

Then I heard the sound of the heavy stone door opening.

(End of chapter)