bit stealing game

Chapter 99 Use my blood as a sacrifice

Jiang Can and James, who was not so drunk, picked up their guns and ran out, and the rest of the people were also on guard. I remembered that Qi was still outside when I was upstairs, so I subconsciously started running too. I didn't run a few steps before I saw Jiang Can.

They stood there, and I stopped quickly, almost hurting my feet from the rolling jewelry. Looking again, Lou Shiqi dragged a bloodless foreigner and rolled into the temple.

Lou Shiqi stepped on the gold and silver treasures that rolled all over the floor and ran all the way to us, shouting: "Why are you standing there, run!"

Behind them, outside the towering stone door of the temple, a pair of golden snake eyes covered with mucous membranes just happened to catch my sight. The big black snake was spitting out letters, and under the huge snake head were rare treasures scattered on the ground. The moonlight illuminated

, showing the layer of blood stuck to those clear gems.

How could this happen? I froze in place.

When I was distracted, I failed to control my center of gravity and almost twisted my foot on the luxurious floor tiles. Instead, Lou Shiqi, who was dragging an oil bottle and could walk like flying, helped me in time. He looked panicked, but he was actually calm.

It was so scary. We looked at each other, and he immediately looked away. At this time, more people gathered around, and I had to stare at the palace door warily.

Apep had no intention of entering the temple. He just swam around outside the door and then lay down on the ground again, as if he was just confirming that we would not go out. I don’t know if it was my imagination or why I felt this way.

The black snake seems to be bigger than before.

Jacqueline's nervous laughter came from behind.

"I said, the game has begun."

Bruce, who is no longer here, starts the game.

Although it is very unbelievable, I really doubt it, and even believe in my heart that this Bruce is Lord Black's uncle who has been missing for 60 years. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain his abnormality and understanding of this place. But can people really live forever? What if?

If Bruce is also a Black, why does Sir Black still want us to come here to find him? Could it be that I am forced to think wildly in this corner of no retreat?

When we gathered around the altar again, there was only one road left in front of us.

While several speakers were discussing passionately, I went to look at the huge mural behind the altar. In the most eye-catching place, there was a picture of Pharaoh piously holding up a sacrifice to an unknown god. This was my first time.

I saw in the ancient Egyptian murals that the pharaoh would lift the sacrifice above his head. It seems that this god is indeed very unusual. And the sacrifice also indicates that it is the bone of Seth. No wonder there are no other gods in this temple except the sun god.

Saw Seth.

It was blatantly written to be sacrificed to another god with the body of a god. You know, in the eyes of the ancient Egyptians, words and images are magical, and anything written is a fait accompli. What surprised me even more is that

, in the pharaoh’s prayer to the gods, there was only death and no rebirth. How come death has become the highest gift here?

This mural was really incredible. I subconsciously wanted to ask Jacqueline about it, but seeing her mental state, I could only give up temporarily. Seeing that the smell of gunpowder in the dispute was getting stronger, Karl decided to tear down the wall regardless.

I yelled: "Wait!"

Carl stopped moving with a bad look on his face, and I swallowed: "Have we brought any sacrifices?"

Everyone stopped and looked at me as if they had never thought about this problem.

Looking around, I found that the only one who can be considered an archaeologist here is me. The already crazy Jacqueline and the half-crazy Patrick are both Egyptologists. In desperation, I had to explain: "Every time the archaeological team conducts

Chickens and sheep will be slaughtered before excavation. Even if we are not there to excavate, it would be bad if we just go in without saying hello."

Generally speaking, fruit and milk can be used as tribute in ancient Egypt. Although we will kill cows (I swallowed the pig), if you don't expect to encounter big discoveries, it's okay to be more modest and mean. Someone said something wrong with you.

Quite a lot.

The Egyptians took the fruits sponsored by Xia, Shang, Zhou, and Arnold, placed them in front of an altar shaped like a Senet chessboard, and began to offer sacrifices. Nothing happened for a long time.

I was embarrassed when I heard Jacqueline say: "You have to follow the rules of the game."

Rules of the game? I leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, there was a familiar inscription carved on the edge of the altar - "Your Blood as a Sacrifice", and the mural pointed out the bones of Seth.

"Where can I find Seth's bones?"

Patrick explained to Stephanie and others that the Bone of Seth was metal, but he had never seen such an operation. The ethics of a scholar prevented him from proposing anything that went against the scope of ancient Egyptian knowledge.

So many pairs of eyes looked at me again.

Although I can be regarded as a serious archaeologist, my achievements in Egyptology are not at the same level as those of those two. Now that I have been given high expectations, I feel a drum in my heart. But I still bite the bullet and propose that everyone

Taking out one of your own metal products and placing it on the Senet chessboard is a tribute to the unknown god and his old man.

Fortunately, there were too many inexplicable things, and no one investigated the theoretical basis of my statement. Everyone went to the altar to offer sacrifices.

Jacqueline put on her earrings first, Stephanie and Alex also had some accessories, not to mention Arnold, who had so many bits and pieces on them. But except for the ladies and Italians, most of the people here still don’t wear accessories.

Yes, someone even started to remove the belt buckle. Morgan was also stumped.

I suddenly realized that I had made a stupid move. It's one thing to be annoying, but don't take it out on me if someone can't come up with something. Fortunately, Alex came to the rescue in time and handed Morgan an iron cross.

"This was originally yours, so it's not against the rules to put it up now."

Morgan refused. "This is what she left for you."

"Now that we know she's here, do we still need this?"

Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, I heard someone say: "I'm allergic to metals, and I don't have anything metallic on my body."

Why do people like this come here! I looked up and saw that it was James who said this. Is this person here deliberately looking for trouble? I didn’t see any allergies when I used the sniper rifle. As if he knew I was complaining,

The drunk man who was not too drunk said: "My guns are all special."

In the end, it was James' blond, stocky brother who gave him a normal bullet, which allowed him to fool the game.

The next people either threw bullets directly at the top or gave them to each other. I even saw a thermometer placed on the altar. Kawaii San also said sincerely: "Mercury is a metal." Then he took it off.

He took off the tempura collar and placed the metal nameplate on it respectfully on the altar.

279 people have put bullets in the top. Anyway, everyone’s share is enough, and Li Yuan and I are no exception.

The four Hassan men did not have guns or ammunition, but they all carried some accessories. After placing the sacrifices, they gathered around the altar and started chanting.

Although a lot of ancient Egyptian sacrificial texts have been handed down, there are very few people who can read and operate them. With the cultural level of these Egyptians, they probably don't understand what they are talking about. This is not that I look down on people.

Just like many priests or believers in temples don't actually understand Sanskrit, Christians don't even know what Hebrew is.

Hassan and the others kept talking calmly, while Patrick's expression became worse and worse. Even Jacqueline was not that crazy. She even apparently thought the Egyptians were crazier, because she suddenly rushed towards the altar.

Just as she was saying "Sacrifice with my blood" and about to cut her arm to sacrifice, Laila was unprepared and was hit by Jacqueline so that the dagger fell out of her hand.

My understanding of ancient Egyptian is really limited. I only understood the words "resurrection" and "replacement", but I couldn't relate them to the context. I was just thinking about asking for help later when I heard a gunshot.

Jacqueline's blood spattered on the altar, staining the inscription red.

I offer your blood as a sacrifice.

Happy birthday to Teacher Zhao

(End of chapter)