Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

This time, when they left, the black boxer followed quietly.

When he walked outside the main hall of the temple, Xie Bingyan turned his head silently and glanced into the darkness.

This time, the stalker did not run away in a panic, but stood up silently.

One, two, three.

Done.

There were thirteen players, and in the end there were only six of them left.

And as it happens, all four tattoos have survivors.

I don't know if it was carefully selected when the game selected players at the beginning, or it was deliberately left a way out when the players were killed.

Xie Bingyan turned his head and only looked at Ji Mucha intently.

The noise of the warriors in the temple faded away, but could be heard faintly.

Only the temple remained silent.

Empty.

The emptiness is disconcerting.

Because the priest in black is not here.

Qin Jiao looked around and still didn't see the priest in black: "Could it be in the red house?"

Although the red house was on fire at night, in the daytime, like the windows of the slave house, it automatically recovered.

"No, he's here."

Ji Mucha said with a firm tone.

He walked step by step to the "8" shaped feathered snake stone sculpture in the middle of the temple.

"The last five days of the Aztec year-end are considered unlucky days. After the doomsday, there will be a new fire ceremony. What is being held outside just now is the new fire ceremony."

"The unlucky day is the end, and the new fire ceremony is resurrection. On this day, the priest will preside over the new fire ceremony, pass on the new fire, and let the world continue."

Qin Jiao seemed to understand: "The priest presided over the ceremony there and will be back later. Are we waiting for him here?"

Ji Muxia shook her head.

He stood under the stone sculpture of Feathered Serpent, looking up at the obsidian eyes of Feathered Serpent.

It is not a cold gem, it is warm and affectionate.

"The Feathered Serpent is the patron saint of priests, and the highest priest of the Aztecs is entitled to the name of the god, Quetzalcoatl."

"The power in charge of Quetzalcoatl is death and resurrection. Just like ouroboros, a cycle and eternity."

"The new fire ceremony outside has long since ceased to exist. What we saw was just a scene in our memory." Ji Muxia reached out and stroked the stone seat of the Feathered Serpent stone sculpture, "Priest, do you think so?"

Qin Jiao looked up at the stone sculpture in shock.

She never thought that the priest in black was such a stone statue!

"Has the stone become a spirit? Or is it a fairy?" Qin Jiao murmured.

"None." Ji Muxia took a step back, watching the figure of the black-clothed priest appear in front of the stone statue, "It's the lingering thoughts."

The priest in black looked at Ji Mucha quietly.

"What else did you see?"

"I heard that your Zuma accepted the invaders easily because of a prophecy that a white-skinned savior would appear from the sea." Ji Muxia answered the question and talked about the history he had read in the materials.

"But in the end, the white-skinned people from the sea were invaders. They killed your leader and gradually destroyed your culture and clansmen."

The priest in black showed a little grief, and closed his eyes in a vicissitudes of life.

"I saw a lot of broken limbs of people with albinism, and I thought, you used to make them into medicine."

"But then, you also had a child with albinism."

"For him you changed the prophecy and deceived your chief."

Ji Mucha looked at the priest in black with complicated eyes, he didn't know whether he was a loving father or not.

In some primitive tribes, there are not a few parents who sell their albino children for money. Compared with those parents, the priests have already counted.

But for the wife, for the whole tribe, the priest can even be said to be a sinner.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he was so guilty, trapped in this cycle, and could never get out.

"It's over, stop it, there's no coming back."

The Aztec civilization disappeared, and even the indigenous blood gradually disappeared.

The priest in black opened his eyes and looked at Ji Mucha for a long time.

Then he suddenly laughed.

"I once thought that if my child can grow up healthy, he may not be as strong as a fighter, but he must be as smart as me."

"The smart kid I hope is probably like you."

"But thinking about it now, I just hope he's healthy."

In the end, he didn't keep anyone.

A child with albinism is inherently weaker than a healthy child. When war strikes, without the enemy's hands, the panic environment will end his fragile life.

The priest in black felt that it was probably his own sin.

He killed so many innocent albino children that God let him experience the pain of the death of his own albino child.

The figure of the priest in black gradually faded away. He looked at the night outside with a relieved smile:

"Just let me host the new fire ceremony for the last time!"

There was a loud drumbeat outside, and the noise and applause of the soldiers.

Ji Muxia did not interrupt the scenery, walked outside the temple, and admired it quietly.

When the Seven Sisters crossed the meridian, the priest in black took out the sticks he had prepared in advance and lit a new fire in the chest of a man who had sacrificed for making fire.

The fire bearer ran all the way with the flames, and the flames grew bigger and bigger from his chest and spread to his whole body.

In the night of this day, the sky and the earth were dark, and there was no fire.

There are no stars and moons in the sky, and there are no torches and braziers on the ground.

Only the fire bearer turned into a burning flame, lit a torch on the new fire, and ran all the way.

Looking at the fireman, Ji Muxia frowned suspiciously, feeling a little uneasy.

Xie Bingyan walked to his side, keenly feeling the uneasiness.

"what happened?"

"This person looks familiar."

Strange, he was obviously a native of their tribe, but it gave him a familiar feeling.

The firelight turned the tan skin of the aborigines into a reddish brown.

He relit the altars in the temples of each village and village with new fires, and then the fire bearers who had been burned into black coals completed their mission and fell on the altars.

People cheered.

"Resurrected!"

"The New Year is resurrected!"

"Our future continues again..."

The black-clothed priest fell back in satisfaction, as if he had just fallen asleep and had a dream, and when he woke up at dawn, it was a new world.

His figure gradually overlapped with the stone sculpture, and this time, the stone sculpture could squirm.

The feather snake's huge snake head began to meander and circle, and finally changed from the "8" into a rainbow lollipop-like disc.

His serpent's head is in the middle of the disc, transformed into a god image.

The patterns on the surrounding feather scales have become different patterns. There are four totems around the statue, and the more you go to the periphery, the more small patterns there are.

Qin Jiao had seen this familiar pattern before, on the clay pot in the priest's room.

"Calendar Stone!"

It wasn't the calendar stone pattern, what they were looking for was the calendar stone itself.

And it's a living, living calendar stone.

"The four patterns correspond to the four totems. The Aztecs used blood as a sacrifice, and believed that providing blood to the gods would prevent the world from being destroyed." Ji Mucha said, looking at the three black men standing far away.

Qin Jiao got excited when he heard it, and rolled up his sleeves like a female bandit, "Come on, be honest, show the totem."

"No, I disagree! I don't want to die!"

When the black boxer heard this, his reaction was extremely violent.

Of the women's tattoos, or the totem of the Madonna in the green dress, Boxer was the only one left.

Qin Jiao was taken aback for a moment, and then deliberately said: "For your homeland, it is worth sacrificing you alone."

"My home is not mine alone, why should I die! Go away, don't touch me!"

"Blood sacrifice doesn't mean that you will die with all your blood, just paint this totem." Ji Muxia looked at this scene with cold eyes, "We are civilized people."

Boxer looked suspicious: "You do it first."

Xie Bingyan: "I'll come."

Xie Bingyan cut his hand and first painted the jaguar pattern with blood.

Then Ji Muxia and Qin Jiao.

Boxer still looked hesitantly at the remaining two players.

Two of the strongest peek-a-boo fighters with rain tattoos have a tan complexion that doesn't resemble a black boxer.Especially the facial features, the cheekbones are relatively flat.

When seeing their looks, Ji Muxia vaguely guessed why they were able to fight to the end.

"Thank you!" Walking in front of Ji Mucha, the two players suddenly saluted him with their right fists.

Ji Muxia didn't avoid it, and accepted the gift calmly.

Finally, there is the boxer's Madonna totem.

The calendar stone, which was stained red with blood, began to rotate, sinking down, and finally became a huge stone tablet fixed on the ground.

It's like a historical monument.

In my mind, the always cheerful child's voice became weak for the first time:

[Time stops, customs clearance is successful...]

【It's a pity that you guys cleared the level so quickly. 】

【Is it okay to explode with me?Am I still your little cutie? 】

Ji Muxia breathed a sigh of relief, and said silently in her heart: No, you have never been cute.

The player's figure is gradually becoming transparent.

Feeling that we are going back to reality, each other is very calm.

Only Xie Bingyan hooked Gou Ji Mucha's finger reluctantly, and lip-synced with him: Wait until I find you.

Seeing this scene, Qin Jiao pouted.

At this moment, the boxer's screams attracted everyone's attention.

"How could this be, what have you done to me!"

Under the boxer's body, countless pale stumps and broken arms appeared in the air, hugging his legs tightly, making the already transparent boxer's body solidify again, unable to leave.

He thought it was a trap set by Xie Bingyan and the others.

It was rare for Qin Jiao not to sneer this time.

Ji Muxia sighed softly: "I told you everything, don't eat what you shouldn't eat..."

"what--"

Ji Mucha completely returned to reality, and once again stood in front of Xie Bingyan's broken tombstone.

The boxer's screams seemed to echo in his ears.

Looking at the handsome smile on the black and white photo of Xie Bingyan on the tombstone, Ji Mucha smiled lightly and shook his head: "It really is a fraud."

He poked Xie Bingyan's face with his fingers, and said softly:

"Welcome back, Brother Bingyan."

……

【The first game ended successfully! 】

[Rewards for customs clearance areas, signal recovery for one hour! 】

This time, the voice was still facing everyone, resounding through the sky above the entire world.

There are no individual rewards, only collective rewards.

And this reward is the biggest surprise for the people on earth whose signal was blocked suddenly after the explosion in Antarctica.

"One hour, fast, one hour!"

Nothing is more worrying than the safety of family and friends.

After the signal is blocked, you cannot connect to the Internet, log in to the star network, watch interstellar news, or use the communicator to communicate with the outside world.

An hour of signal recovery has become a luxury.

Ji Muxia dialed a communication number without thinking...

"Cough cough!"

Xie Bingyan cleared his throat, trying to make his voice gentle and pitiful, hoping to wake up the old friendship with a phone call.

"Mucha..."

It's a pity that Xie Bingyan prepared for most of the day and had no chance to perform at all.

"Dududu-"

"The serial number you have dialed is currently on the line—"

Xie Bingyan: "..."

Listening to the electronic sound coming from the personal terminal, Xie Bingyan's face turned green.

With great difficulty, he mustered up the courage to call Ji Mucha's serial number at the risk of being tracked, but he didn't get through.

He refused to give up, and called again after hanging up, still the same.

"Damn, it must be that bastard Ji Fanchun again!"