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Chapter 34 The Temple with All the Answers

I focused all my attention on the gloomy stone door behind me, for fear that something worthy of the Taoism would suddenly pop out.

However, unexpectedly, the door did not move at all. The sound seemed to come from the other end of the temple. I was startled and immediately turned back. The Egyptian priests arrayed in front of me also felt as if they were facing an enemy.

Under the gaze of everyone, the mural wall depicting Osiris's journey to the underworld was moved from its original place to create a gap. Where Hades accepted the tributes from the believers, a head poked its head in.

I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a good head growing on the neck.

The man looked around carefully first, making sure that there was no danger, and then he leaned out a little. After seeing the situation clearly, he froze on the spot.

It’s no wonder that the visitor didn’t react. The scene in front of me was indeed quite challenging, and anyone would feel that they had mistakenly entered the scene of a cult.

But this man had seen the world after all, and he quickly came back to his senses. He immediately whispered, "I'm sorry to bother you." Then he retracted through the door without hesitation.

The stone door that had just been half-opened was about to be closed again. The Egyptians in front of them did not expect this development, and they did not react for a moment.

But I couldn't let that man go. When I heard the man speak, I hurriedly squeezed out from among the priests. When I saw clearly who was coming, I subconsciously shouted: "Li Yuan!"

The door that was about to close was immediately pushed open again, and Li Yuan walked out again. He raised his head and squinted his eyes to look at the altar. When he saw me, a smile appeared on his face: "Wang Yu, what a coincidence.

!" The posture seemed like we met on the street, rather than in the weird Valley of the Kings Temple.

Meeting an acquaintance by chance, Li Yuan stopped looking around and walked straight towards the altar. Seeing that I didn't move, he seemed to have just noticed that there were a bunch of ancient Egyptian priests standing around me, and asked superfluously, "You

Are you okay?"

After being led by him, I no longer had any sense of crisis: "Thanks to you, except for being kidnapped by a group of Arab priests, everything else is fine."

The smile on Li Yuan's face became more obvious. "Yes, I can see this."

I never thought I would be so happy to see Li Yuan's face. After talking to him, I realized that the corners of my mouth were turning up unconsciously.

Seeing Li Yuan coming this way, the people dressed as priests did not do anything. I stood on the altar and said to Li Yuan who was walking below: "Be careful, these people are a bit evil."

Li Yuan walked quickly and muttered: "Then why are you still standing there? I'm doing a good job, don't cause trouble for others."

The shape Li Yuan mentioned refers to seven people dressed as ancient Egyptian priests arranged in a herringbone shape.

Anubis, who played the drum, stood next to the girl named Laila, sandwiching her on the left and right with Hassan. In this way, six people surrounded the girl, as if she was this

The core of the inexplicable sacrificial ritual.

Just after hearing the sound of Li Yuan pushing the door, the six people took a step forward and blocked Laila behind them. Ali also walked forward quickly and stood closer to her without breaking the formation.

.I was blocked behind by the wall of people, and it wasn’t until I heard Li Yuan’s voice that I squeezed to the front.

As soon as I took a step towards the altar, Hassan, who used to be an undercover agent at our construction site, stepped aside to block me.

Unexpectedly, the Egyptians who had been silent just now suddenly started to attack, so I had to stop where I was.

Hassan asked me: "Where are you going?" but glanced down at Li Yuan.

I thought to myself, aren't you asking questions knowingly? But people have to bow their heads under the eaves, so I said angrily: "My friends are here, you are busy, so I will leave first."

But this man turned a deaf ear.

That guy Li Yuan has now walked through half of the room, and now he is speeding up his pace. I didn't think the Temple of Osiris was that big just now.

I felt anxious. But Hassan was standing in front of me, and he was wearing cool clothes. It was hard to push him away for a while.

While they were still in a stalemate, footsteps came again from the door that Li Yuan pushed open.

Everyone's attention was diverted, and even Hassan, who was standing in front of me, turned back to look.

I saw Arno, the 250-year-old man, walking out of the door. He first muttered, "This place is really hard to find." Then he looked up and yelled, "Wow, are you having a Halloween party?" Alex followed behind.

He glanced at it, but when he saw this formation, he couldn't help but let out an exclamation of surprise.

Seeing that Arno was pretending to be stupid and confused, I said to him angrily: "Don't worry about someone here giving you candy."

After hearing this, Arno made a gesture of unknown meaning towards me, but still had a heartless smile on his face, as if he had just stumbled into an innocuous activity.

I really want to tie this Italian's hands.

Li Yuan didn't look at Arno and Alex. He kept staring at the altar. Now seeing that everyone's attention was attracted by Arno, he took two more steps this way. After seeing it, I couldn't care about anything else.

As soon as my heart stopped, I turned sideways to avoid Hassan and walked down.

At this time, Li Yuan suddenly shouted, "Wang Yu, be careful!"

I was startled and immediately stopped. Only then did I realize that a dagger had been pressed against my eye at some point. If Li Yuan hadn’t reminded me just now, I would have just opened the outer canthus without anesthesia.

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I didn't dare to move anymore, and subconsciously shrank my neck back. I thought to myself that I had underestimated the risk to these Arabs, but I didn't expect that Hassan would take action. I didn't receive such treatment during the kidnapping, so now I'm so desperate.

Arno, who had been making a noise just now, also fell silent when he saw this.

In fact, I think Hassan was just pretending, and he couldn't really attack me when 279 and the others were not far away. But Li Yuan and the others were obviously frightened, and they stayed where they were and didn't dare to move. That's it.

After a long stalemate, Li Yuan asked me cautiously from a distance: "Wang Yu, who are these people? What do they want to do?"

I was asked. In fact, I also wanted to know who they were. But no matter what they wanted to do, I would not serve them. If they didn't still feel sorry for my eyes, I would definitely educate them now.

Unexpectedly, in a short period of time, Arnold's eyes were fine, and I almost lost my eyes.

I felt very unhappy, but I dared not express my anger. I only muttered a few words, "The evil cult has no reason to explain."

Before Li Yuan could reply, Ali came over at some point and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Ya Nuo's nervous voice came at the same time, "Yu, are you okay?" Then he added, "Yes, what are you talking about?"

It turns out that Li Yuan and I had been conversing in Chinese subconsciously just now, so it’s no wonder they couldn’t understand. I felt a little regretful that what I just said was all useless talk. It would have been nice to discuss escape strategies with Li Yuan.

But now it was too late to regret. So I asked Hassan in English: "What do you want to do? If I don't have anything to do here, I'll leave first."

As for the yelling Ali, I don't want to pay attention to this bitch.

"When the people we are waiting for arrive, you can leave naturally." It was also the first time for Hassan to do this kind of thing. He was wearing only a few clothes, but his face was sweating. But the firmness in his tone let me know

I'm afraid I won't be able to get away easily this time.

"Then who are you looking for?" Li Yuan also had a solemn expression, completely losing the carefreeness he had pretended just now.

Hassan turned his head and exchanged glances with someone. He looked past me and said, "It's not up to us who to look for. But since you are here, can you please donate some blood? That way we will know."

Already."

I rolled my eyes slightly. Now I was vaguely aware that this matter was not innocent, but I just couldn't figure out what made me particularly uneasy.

But when I glanced over, I saw Li Yuan's unlucky guy walking towards the altar without saying a word. Arno and Alex looked at each other behind him and followed him.

"Wait!" I shouted subconsciously without thinking too much.

Li Yuan and the others stopped and looked at me in confusion. At the same time, Hassan and the dagger were approaching me.

Good guy, this dagger is really good, it cut off a few of my eyelashes.

"Be careful!" Li Yuan shouted to Hassan from below. This time, he was so frightened that he stood still and did not dare to go any further.

I swallowed hard and my fingers felt cold. Since Hassan's dagger was still on my face, I slowly moved my gaze to the middle of the hall without turning my head. After finding Li Yuan, I asked him: "You

Remember the altar in the Temple of Horus?"

Li Yuan nodded, and after a brief look at each other, he turned his gaze back to look at Hassan beside me.

I coughed a little and cleared my dry throat: "The inscription engraved on it is also on the altar behind me."

I deliberately spoke slowly and clearly to make sure everyone here could hear me.

Li Yuan glanced at me in surprise, then looked past me to the altar behind me. Arno and Alex probably have never entered the temple underground at our construction site, but after hearing what I said, they knew there was something inside.

inappropriate.

No one interrupted me.

"I didn't understand what all this was for at first. In fact, I'm still confused now, but I know one thing. Is the wall behind the altar leading to a tomb?" I said as I spoke.

Cold sweat.

Feeling that Hassan's eyes were getting colder, I tried to keep my voice steady and continued: "But I'm curious, whose tomb is it?"

Before Li Yuan came in, because I was still very concerned about the wind blowing behind me, I looked back defensively for a few more times. But just this look almost scared me out of my mind.

In fact, at first I mistakenly mistook the flickering candlelight and the shadow cast by the firelight on the relief on the wall behind the altar as the door being pushed open. But it was simply a false door. Just when I was slightly relieved

, but realized that the dark wind was really blowing from behind me. After thinking about it for a while, I decided to lean over and take a look. I found that there was a small hole in the fake door that was either square or round.

.The wind blows from there.

When I understood this configuration, I broke out in a cold sweat. Because according to ancient Egyptian architectural rules, this kind of false door would only appear in tombs.

Just like the tombs of the pharaohs I visited with Atian Lao Zhang in the East Valley of the Valley of the Kings. The coffins containing the mummies of the pharaohs are generally placed in the last room of the tomb, and the stone wall at the end is painted with a mural of hands holding the sun.

It represents that this is the place where Pharaoh was reborn like the sun.

But in some tombs, there is still space at the end of the tomb. I suspect that there is a certain tomb behind the altar. And the small hole on the wall with the Eye of Horus is for the deceased to look out.

.Looking at his altar and the people who came to worship. Even the steps extending from the altar to the false door were prepared for the owner of the tomb to come and enjoy the sacrifices.

The ancient Egyptians, like us Chinese, believed that people have souls. However, unlike the three souls and seven souls we talk about, the soul they were referring to was called "Ba", which is a person who will still be in the tomb after death.

The existence of wandering. The steps extending from the mural to the altar are for the "ba" of the tomb owner to walk.

Behind this altar, there is someone who is waiting for its sacrifice. On the altar is written "Your blood as a sacrifice". And Hassan wants our blood.

All the signs connected together pointed to a spine-chilling answer.

But looking at it this way, the problem comes again.

The small innermost temple of the temple is regarded as the tomb of the god, but it does not have a false door like that found in real tombs. If this is really a temple of Osiris as I thought, then his tomb will not even have a false door.

Whose tomb is he looking at? Who is that elemental god who has never shown his true face? Who is watching us through that hole?

A chill ran through my body.

Things seem to be more complicated than the Caotai Group cult.

"So this isn't the Temple of Osiris," I muttered.

Hassan didn't say anything, but Ali behind me sneered: "We never said this was the Temple of Osiris. It's all your own guess."

It was true that I was too stubborn and preconceived. I sighed quietly and secretly cursed myself for being careless.

"In that case, who are you doing this ceremony for? I guess the owner of the tomb must be extraordinary. Is he satisfied with your sacrifices?"

Hassan's dagger hesitated and left my eyes.

I turned my face sideways and looked at him provocatively and said, "I can't see it. When I just looked at the altar, there was already blood on it. Whose blood is it? Is He not satisfied with this sacrifice, so you

Want to find someone else?"

But who can satisfy the unknown god? Did these Arabs know that there is someone among us who can satisfy the tomb owner, so they acted like this? What if the right person sacrificed blood?

how?

My thinking was wrong from the beginning.

First I was kidnapped and then I was always on tenterhooks. I was already at a disadvantage psychologically. When I entered this temple, and they performed a ritual show of pretending to be gods and ghosts, I was led away by the routine of ancient Egypt. So I thought about it over and over again.

They all revolve around sacrifices.

But if you think of them as simple kidnappers who use money to do things, then the mastermind behind it is someone else.

"Who are you?" I asked again.

I don’t believe you at all when you talk about such nonsense as the priests of ancient Egypt.

Ancient Egypt perished thousands of years ago. If there are still people who believe in the gods of ancient Egypt, then I might as well believe that they used US dollars to deceive us. But the appearance of Arnold and Alex makes me not sure who is behind it.

thing.

Since Ali has been following Lao Zhang and the others, and Hassan is at our construction site, there may be other Egyptians who have sneaked into the United Nations. In fact, they are even sent by the United Nations.

I just don’t understand why they have to go to such great lengths to gather us here. If we just want someone’s blood, there are too many ways to do it, and there is no need to do it so ruthlessly. Now it’s like bringing the four of us and the organizations behind us all at once.

I'm sorry, what is this picture about?

Before I met Li Yuan just now, I felt that no matter who came, it would be better than a pharaoh from an unknown century. Now I regret it, it would be better for Li Yuan and the others not to come. Who knows what trouble this bloodletting will cause.

And blood does have the power of resurrection in ancient Egyptian mythology. What if this is true?

My mind was in a mess, and I felt like I could vaguely grasp some thoughts. But the more I tried to figure it out, the less I could grasp it. Or maybe I didn’t dare to think about it at all.

The bloodthirsty ancient Egyptian evil god was resurrected with the blood of innocent modern humans? This is incredible.

Hassan and others remained silent, as if they acquiesced in my guess. But regarding their identities, a few people refused to say anything no matter what.

"Now is not the time for you to ask questions." Hassan said. His dagger was always hanging around me, and his eyes were still looking in the direction of Li Yuan and the others below. "If you don't want her to get hurt, you can come over and sacrifice."

I looked at the tip of the knife and was very angry. This feeling of being controlled by others was very annoying. And there were many things that I couldn't figure out. If I was led by them without any reason, something would definitely happen.

Li Yuan did not hesitate, rolled up his sleeves calmly, and exposed his arm. "This blood can be given." He glanced at Hassan, then looked at his own arm, and said nonchalantly: "Anyway, don't exceed it.

It’s no big deal.”

Hassan and others did not expect it to go so smoothly, so they exchanged glances with each other.

Li Yuanquan saw this and suddenly changed the subject: "But you also heard her question. Let's talk about who you are first."

I said no one could give them blood. I felt anxious.

Surprisingly, Hassan answered this time. "We are indeed ancient Egyptian priests, but you don't have to regard us as ancient Egyptians."

What does this mean? The identities of ancient Egyptian priests and ancient Egyptians are still so separated. Is becoming an ancient Egyptian priest like a profession, and one can only hold a position without converting?

There are wrinkles between my eyebrows.

This was clearly not an answer, but Hassan had no intention of further explanation. He signaled that Li Yuan had finished asking the questions and it was time to come over and fulfill his promise.

"Then how are you going to find the person you're looking for? Are you going to shed blood to identify your relative? You see clearly, the four of us are all foreigners. There is no way we have ancient Egyptian blood. It's useless for you to look for us." I was still struggling.

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Hassan glanced at me. "The altar will recognize the person it is looking for. And this is not the place where the final sacrifice will be made. As long as the altar recognizes his sacrifice, it will guide the direction."

Every time he spoke, my questions grew.

If it’s not here, where could it be? How can the altar recognize His sacrifice? What happens after it is recognized?

Fed up with the procrastination, Ali interjected: "Didn't you just ask where this is? I'm telling you now, this is the temple that holds all the answers. Remember when you asked me why I believe in prehistoric civilization? Here is the answer.

As long as we find the clues, we can find evidence of prehistoric civilization."

I really didn’t expect Ali to have the nerve to raise this issue. This grandson treated me and A Tian Lao Zhang as fools, and now he expects me to listen to his nonsense about ancient Egypt.

Arno finally found a chance to speak: "Why did you say you would find prehistoric civilization? Isn't this a temple in ancient Egypt?"

Alex wrinkled his slender eyebrows: "Is what Morgan and the others said true? There are actually treasures left by prehistoric civilizations?"

Hassan answered this question for Ali. "Prehistoric civilization itself is a treasure. They have knowledge that we can't imagine. That is wealth. If you want to know."

He gestured towards the altar behind him with his other hand, making a gesture of invitation:

"Let's see what happens after the sacrifice. The gods will provide guidance."

(End of chapter)