Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

Charlie was escorted into the priest's red-walled room by two people.

Following the guidance of the two, he found the clay pot with the calendar stone pattern.

"So this is the time?" Charlie looked at the clay pot, standing in front of the table, his eyes flickering.

Xie Bingyan urged on purpose: "Hurry up, the priest will be back soon."

This time, neither he nor Ji Muxia entered the room.

Ji Mucha watched from a distance away, Xie Bingyan was at the door, and only Charlie entered the room.

Charlie stood in front of the table for a long time, took a clay pot under his arm in one hand, and walked to the door.

Xie Bingyan stretched out his hand.

Charlie stretched forward holding the pot, seeing that Xie Bingyan was about to reach out to catch it, he immediately withdrew his hand and took a step back, just avoiding Xie Bingyan's hand.

Xie Bingyan's face darkened instantly.

"Hahahaha didn't expect that!" Charlie looked triumphantly at the two standing at the door who dared not enter, "Do you think that if you let me steal it to you, I will definitely listen to you?"

"I know your devil doctor's name, so what?"

"It's mine!"

Charlie took a few steps back and swaggered up and down the room.

He touched the feathered snake stone sculpture on the table for a while, touched the animal skulls on the wall for a while, and arrogantly put the gorgeous feather crown on his head.

"Hey, there's gold on it!"

Charlie found the remaining gold leaf on the stone sculpture of Feathered Serpent, and picked it off bit by bit with his fingernails, and hid all the money lovers in his trouser pocket.

"The priest has come, quickly take out the clay pot." Outside the door, Xie Bingyan seemed to have no choice but to threaten in vain, "Be careful and I will tell the priest."

Charlie shrugged exaggeratedly: "If I don't give it to you, what can you do with me?"

"If you have the ability, come in by yourself."

Xie Bingyan sneered, as if he was irritated, the hidden weapon in his hand shot towards Charlie's head mercilessly.

——I wonder if Xie Bingyan ran out of throwing knives, but Charlie discovered that Xie Bingyan was actually using a branch at this time.But the sharpened branches are still sharp.

Charlie didn't expect that Xie Bingyan seemed to care so much about these clay pots that he would dare to do something to him.

When I was in a hurry to dodge, the clay pot under my arm slipped to the ground and shattered instantly.

Xie Bingyan was still relentless, and the scalpel poured down like a torrential rain.

Charlie wanted to escape through the window, but it was too late, as long as a branch of the Shining God attacked him at his fatal place, he was so cruel that he smashed the other pot as well.

"I can't get it, and I won't let you get it!"

"Don't smash it! Stop it!" Xie Bingyan's eyes flashed, and he purposely shouted nervously.

Charlie became more and more arrogant and violently swept all the clay pots on the table to the ground.

"I'm all ruined, and you won't get any of them!"

The more Charlie smashed, the more excited he became. Amidst the crashing sound, he saw that Xie Bingyan finally stopped shooting hidden weapons at him, and thought he was completely disappointed.

"Haha, I didn't expect that, if we die, we will die together!"

"You're beautiful." Xie Bingyan's anger just now disappeared, he was indifferent and arrogant, his chin slightly lifted, showing disdain.

And behind him, two figures appeared.

One is the priest in black, and the other is Ji Muxia who disappeared just now.

Standing beside the priest in black, Ji Muxia pointed at Charlie angrily: "My lord priest! This villain has ruined your treasure! We can't even hold it back!"

Charlie: ...

The priest in black looked at Charlie coldly.

Among the shards of a clay pot, Charlie panicked.

He finally realized that he had been tricked.

Xie Bingyan didn't think that the pot was a treasure for him to steal, he just wanted to force him to destroy it.

"It's him..." Charlie wanted to explain, but after seeing the coldness in the eyes of the priest in black and the mockery in Xie Bingyan's eyes, he realized that it was too late.

He turned around and ran decisively, rudely knocked open the three people at the door, and ran away in a panic.

The priest in black didn't look at the mess in the room, nor did he look at Xie Bingyan and Ji Muxia, and followed Charlie slowly.

The person being chased runs extremely fast, and it seems that he is experienced.

The chaser is leisurely and leisurely, as if taking a walk after dinner.

But neither Ji Mucha nor Xie Bingyan had any doubts about Charlie's fate.

"Sure enough, the brain is not good, it's serious." Xie Bingyan looked at Charlie's back, "You should come to me early, and amputate to save your life."

Ji Mucha didn't pay much attention to Charlie, looked at the broken clay pots and stone sculptures on the ground, and frowned in distress.

"Useless."

"It doesn't look like that."

"It's okay." Xie Bingyan looked around, dragged Ji Mucha to hide behind the pillars in the corridor, and took out a roll of bark paper.

"I just stole a roll."

Ji Mucha: "..."

Xie Bingyan opened the roll of bark paper. Although Ji Muxia couldn't understand the drawing and writing on it, the game automatically translated it in their minds.

Then, Ji Muxia knew that this was a record file similar to a diary, and it was most likely the private diary of the priest in black.

"Where did you steal it?"

"Just now." The shy smile appeared on Xie Bingyan's face again, "When the priest passed by."

This time, Ji Mucha was no longer confused by the embarrassment on Xie Bingyan's face, but he himself was.

"What have you been doing all these years since you died?"

Picking locks and stealing books, one is easier than the other, and the other is more dishonest.

And just now Charlie called him "Dr. Devil".

What kind of doctor can pick locks, steal things, and be called a devil?

"Don't worry about these details, let's go and study the diary." Xie Bingyan coughed uncomfortably, "There must be time in it."

When the two returned to the slave room, the room where there were least other players during the day, they studied the bark paper together, but found that the information was still missing.

Even if the game can help translate, you can only get a piecemeal word.

The Aztec pictorial characters are patterns one by one, such as the patterns of temples representing different cities, and plants and animals representing different months.

This one is painted with reeds, which means the moon of reeds.

The game can translate the existing pictorial text, but cannot fill it.

So the two of them got very little information from the thin pages of the diary.

"Vulture? Born..."

"An immortal ghost?"

"Burned to death..."

"Replace..."

"Blooded Tequila..."

While reading it with a headache, I finally had words that Ji Mucha could understand and associate with specific events.

"I know this. In addition to brewing tequila, the clergy will use it to flog and punish themselves. That's how the scars on the priest's face came about."

"So, he burned to death, who wants to punish himself? A newborn child?" Xie Bingyan made a bold imagination by connecting the text before and after.

"Does a child have anything to do with time? Stop time. If a child is burned to death just after birth, he will have no future life and no time left for himself."

Ji Mucha: "Where is the child?"

Xie Bingyan asked back, "Is your flashlight still working?"

Needless to say, Ji Muxia already understood what Xie Bingyan meant.

Think again about the two players who did not return to the slave room last night. As long as they did not see the corpse, it does not necessarily mean that the other party is dead.

"Only on the first night that you are not allowed to escape, if tonight..." Ji Muxia's voice became smaller and smaller as he heard the footsteps of other players coming back from outside.

"Get ready." Xie Bingyan quickly put away the bark paper and lip-synced.

When the player opened the door and came in, the two had already put away the diary and ended the conversation.

"Did you find anything?"

It was a black man who asked the question. Ji Muxia remembered that the other party seemed to have introduced himself as a professional boxer.

"What about you?" Xie Bingyan asked directly.

The black man smiled: "No."

Xie Bingyan also laughed: "Similarly, we didn't find anything."

Since you don't say it, he will naturally not take the initiative to exchange information.

In this game, they are competitors.

The black man shrugged and didn't ask any more questions.

Other players came back one after another in time, and some people came to test with Xie Bingyan, but no one came to find Ji Mucha, as if they had lingering fears about what happened last night.

Ji Muxia calmly closed his eyes and rested his mind, but Xie Bingyan was afraid that he would think too much, so he comforted him in a low voice: "Don't worry, the tattoos and animals are different every night, you will be fine tonight."

"I know." Ji Muxia suddenly opened his eyes, looking at the roof brightly, "If it's a rain tattoo tonight, then I know what the tattoo is."

Xie Bingyan looked at Ji Muxia's eyes from the side, and saw that his eyes were like two black pearls soaked in milk, moist and sparkling.

"Rain? Not tears?"

"No, it's rain, and it's rain of fire. It's Trappock, the god of rain."

Ji Muxia glanced at the open door, and sat up abruptly.

Here comes the black priest.

All the players are on standby, looking at the door neatly, waiting for tonight's crisis.

This time, the priest in black was covered in blood, his face was also splashed with blood, and his hands were bloody, as if he had just been taken out of a plasma pool.

The priest in black didn't seem to notice that his diary was missing, and his attitude towards players remained the same as before.

There was even a satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

"God said, on a dry day, do not touch fire."

As usual, the black priest left after speaking.

But this time, Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan didn't fall asleep, they looked at each other, got up and followed at the same time.

As soon as the two moved, the other players became slightly restless.

Some wanted to follow, while others hesitated and stayed in the room.

And Qin Jiao was the one who followed up on the surface.

As for the dark...

Ji Muxia didn't care about the people behind, and followed the black-clothed priest who was walking fast ahead.

The moonlight is still bright tonight, and he needs a flashlight to see.

Xie Bingyan looked back and smiled coldly.

Qin Jiao followed up generously: "Don't be like this, we don't want to die, it would be nice to have one more helper and leave the game earlier."

"You are smarter than the people behind." Xie Bingyan was referring to the players who were secretly following behind.

The yard is so open and bright, I thought I was following others like idiots.

"arrive."

Ahead, Ji Mucha followed the priest in black steadily to his destination.

It was the red house where Ji Muxia and Xie Bingyan had visited several times.

The red house at night seems to be more vivid.

The black-clothed priest just walked to the door when a loud baby cry came from inside.

Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

Could it be that the child in the diary has been in the room all the time?

There was a gentle look on the face of the priest in black.

But then, several screams came from the delivery room: "The devil! The devil!"

At this moment, the countdown reminder of the game arrives steadily:

[The seventh day of the countdown~ Is peeping exciting~~~]

But before the group of players could react, the red house suddenly burst into a huge flame from the outside!