Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

Probably because he was too exhausted fighting the fire, when Ji Muxia woke up the next day, he was starved.

The indoor sun is shining brightly, and the earthen walls illuminated are bright and golden.

Ji Muxia looked up at the sky outside the window.

Before you know it, the sun is already shining in the sky, and it is already noon.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Ji Mucha looked at Xie Bingyan with his eyes closed, he knew that this guy must be awake.

Sure enough, Xie Bingyan opened his eyes and said with a smile, "I'm awake, did you sleep well?"

Ji Muxia tilted her head, her eyes were still a little dazed after waking up, like a lost deer in the forest.

Xie Bingyan's heart softened at his unconscious actions, and he couldn't help but reach out and rub his hair.

"Ahem..." Qin Jiao lay on the ground, looking at the ceiling above her head expressionlessly, "There are still people here."

"Don't worry, I don't treat you as a human being." Xie Bingyan said with a smile.

Qin Jiao rolled her eyes skyward.

"Goo..." Ji Muxia's stomach growled with hunger, causing him to cover his stomach in embarrassment.

"Hungry, I suppose."

The three felt hungry almost at the same time.

When he was the hungriest, he smelled a tempting sweet fragrance coming from the direction of the temple.

"This scent..." Qin Jiao sniffed hard and licked his lips greedily, "Could someone roast a jaguar in the temple?"

Qin Jiao still remembered that on the first day, the jaguar was dragged towards the temple by the priest.

"Sacrifice is not something slaves can eat, don't forget our identities." Ji Muxia ruthlessly interrupted Qin Jiao's desire.

"In ancient times, there was a custom of sharing sacrifices, but those who shared the food were nobles and commoners, and slaves and prisoners of war would only become sacrifices."

Qin Jiao: "Oh!"

Xie Bingyan smiled as a gentle gentleman: "Don't worry, there will be bread, and our food has been arranged."

Qin Jiao: "Really?"

This devil is going to change sex?

……

After a long while, Qin Jiao looked at the grilled corn stretched out in front of him, his face darkened.

Ji Muxia took a mouthful of roasted corn and water, and praised while eating: "The original taste, no medicine residue and no chemical pollution, it's so delicious!"

Xie Bingyan took a bite of corn and shook it in front of Qin Jiao: "If you don't eat it, I won't keep it for you."

"Eat!" Qin Jiao lamented in her heart that she would never return, and gnawed down the roasted corn, leaving a bright red lipstick mark on the corn.

Qinjiao: ...

Her lipstick is so expensive...

"I confirmed that the three players who were burned last night were all rain tattoos."

"Only one died, the other two escaped alive, and I suspect they were the ones who didn't come back the next night. They may all have rain tattoos."

This time, Xie Bingyan did not avoid Qin Jiao when sharing information.

When Ji Muxia and the two were sleeping in the dark, Xie Bingyan obviously dutifully kept vigil and collected information.

Hearing this, Ji Muxia finally let go of the big stone in her heart.

"The three of us are safe now."

The three of them, Ji Muxia and Qin Jiao, both had feathered snake tattoos, and they were also the last two remaining feathered snake tattoos among the players.

Xie Bingyan has a leopard tattoo.

"If Charlie is still here, he will die tonight." Ji Muxia finished eating a piece of roasted corn, took another sip of water, moistened his throat and continued, "In order, tonight will be the player with the tattoo of the Virgin."

"Did that tattoo turn out to be the Virgin?"

Qin Jiao thought for a while, and took the initiative to share the information he had collected so far.

"There is a particularly large stone sculpture of a Feathered Serpent in the front temple, which is very similar to the one in the priest's room, but it is strange that it is coiled up."

"Coil it up?" Ji Muxia was shocked, and drew a circle similar to the shape of "8" with his hand.

"Is it set up like this?"

"Yes." Qin Jiao nodded repeatedly.

When Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan went to the priest's room for the first time, Qin Jiao was also there and saw the feathered snake stone sculpture on the table.

The small feathered snake stone sculpture in the priest's room is S-shaped, while the large feathered snake stone sculpture in the temple is 8-shaped.

Because the difference was too great, Qin Jiao remembered it very clearly.

"Let's go to the temple later." Ji Mucha smiled briskly, "I think I already know where the real time is."

Encouraged by Qin Jiao, he quickly speeded up his chewing.

Xie Bingyan heaved a sigh of relief, and gently rubbed the injured part of his shoulder.

Now that all three of them are injured, the sooner they can leave the game, the better.

After a simple lunch, when they went to the temple, they saw a player with a mouth full of oil coming out of the temple, stroking his stomach contentedly, with the smell of meat all over his body.

Ji Mucha frowned: "What are you eating?"

"Barbecue." It was the black boxer who ate with a satisfied face, "Unfortunately, I have already eaten the meat, so I don't have your share."

"Slaves are not eligible to eat sacrifices." This time it was Qin Jiao who spoke.

The boxer whistled loudly at Qin Jiao: "Why, it's just a game, and you really treat yourself as a slave? Little girl, how about being my little slave girl."

Qin Jiao flicked her hair in all kinds of styles, and then——

"what--"

Boxer didn't expect that such a weak woman would do it as soon as she said she wanted to do it, and she was hit to the vitals without checking for a moment. She covered her lower body and curled up in embarrassment.

"You idiot didn't know where to wet the bed when I was on the road!" Qin Jiao's eyes flashed with anger, and his knuckles snapped.

"you!"

Boxer's physical fitness is obviously one of the best players in this group. After being beaten, he glared at Qin Jiao angrily and wanted to take revenge.

Ji Mucha completely ignored Boxer's sympathy, and walked into the temple with a serious expression.

Xie Bingyan followed Ji Mucha, and urged him lightly, "Qin Jiao, what are you doing standing there?"

"Here we come." Qin Jiao tossed her hair, without looking at Boxer, and calmly walked from his side into the temple.

Boxer couldn't figure out the depth of the opponent for a while, he was alone and there were three people in the opponent, his eyes flickered a few times, turned and left.

Behind him, Qin Jiao looked back at him.

"Oh, dead face."

She wasn't being coquettish, but she was saying that he had the face of a dead man.

Because, on the boxer's arm, she saw what Ji Muxia said was the tattoo of the Virgin Mary who died tonight.

Xie Bingyan also looked back at Boxer.

When the other party walked away, Xie Bingyan said calmly: "The two players who hid early last night were also black. Perhaps, they are players from the same continent."

Qin Jiao suddenly frowned slightly: "Tell me, could they be locals? I mean those two players who hid."

"Being able to hide so safely from the beginning must have some understanding of the background of this game. Only the locals know the legends of the locals best."

"It's possible." This time, it was Ji Muxia who confirmed Qin Jiao.

"I have seen the Aztec calendar stones in museums, and the local people probably have seen them even more. They may even have found them before us."

"But now the game has not been cleared, and they are still following us secretly." Xie Bingyan smiled sarcastically, a silver scalpel in his hand flew out suddenly, stuck on the door frame of the temple, penetrated into the door frame, and trembled violently.

Then, they heard the sound of panicked footsteps gradually going away.

"The shameful mouse hides until the end like a mouse."

Xie Bingyan walked to the door, pulled out the scalpel, and looked coldly at the direction in which the other party fled.

"We have to hurry up. These two players obviously have bad intentions." Ji Muxia rubbed his temples.

He walked into the temple and observed it carefully.

At the entrance of the statue of the temple, there is a stone pot that is exuding fragrance. There are some dark red meat residues in it, which seem to be leftovers from the boxer.

"It's really delicious, can we eat it?" Qin Jiao drooled as he looked at the meat left in the stone pot, "This must be leopard meat, I haven't eaten leopard meat yet..."

Ji Muxia said lightly: "You can eat it if you want."

Qin Jiao watched Ji Muxia's face vigilantly, then looked at Xie Bingyan's expression, and shook his head: "Forget it, don't eat."

The corner of Xie Bingyan's mouth curled up: "It's a pity."

What a pity?

Qin Jiao didn't know, it was just getting farther and farther away from the pot of barbecue.

The god statue on the opposite side of the stone pot is also the god that the barbecue was originally sacrificed to. It is a stone sculpture, which is exactly the feathered snake coiled in the shape of "8" as Qin Jiao said.

As Qin Jiao said, the Feathered Serpent looks like an enlarged version of the Feathered Serpent stone carving in the priest's room. Except for the different shape, the other differences are not big.

The scales of the Feathered Serpent stone sculpture are carved in the shape of feathers, and each feather is engraved with exquisite mysterious patterns.

Ji Muxia studied the pattern carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.

Qin Jiao couldn't understand it, but was eager to leave the game and actively offered another idea.

"Before I entered the temple, I saw the drum at the gate, the morning bell and the evening drum. Does the drum also symbolize time?"

Xie Bingyan sneered: "Did you hear the drums at night?"

Qin Jiao was taken aback, then shook his head.

Ji Muxia explained without raising his head: "It's a war drum, and it's only played when there is an enemy situation."

Qin Jiao wilted.

She could only walk around the temple to search, and like a cat, she liked to drill into dark corners.

"Ah, come and see, what is this!" Qin Jiao's voice trembled with fear, which made the two big men have a bad premonition at the same time.

Qin Jiao is not a timid person.

When the two arrived in time, they saw Qin Jiao standing behind the statue in the side hall.

There is still a statue of the Feathered Serpent in the side hall, but it is in a normal S shape.

Is it only the statue of the Feathered Serpent in the main hall that is in the shape of an "8"... Ji Muxia quickly glanced at the statue, and then turned to look at Qin Jiao's condition first.

After turning to the idol, the two men also fell silent at the same time.

"Is this a puppet, or a stone sculpture..."

Behind the statue, there is a hidden door.Because the statue was directly facing the gate, and behind the statue was a homemade cloth with totems painted on it. No one thought that there was a room behind the homemade cloth.

Only Qin Jiao, idle and anxious, kept patting with itchy hands, and found that the wall was hollow, so he tore off the earthen cloth, violently destroyed the door, and saw everything inside the door.

This is a room stacked with a lot of herbs, many of which are so withered that it is impossible to recognize what kind of plants they are.

In addition to herbs, there are many large and small stone pots that look like a primitive witch doctor's laboratory.

But the things in the stone pot are particularly terrifying.

"It's... an albino... yes, a real person..."

Ji Muxia felt that her throat was so dry that she could hardly speak.

"Why are there all limbs and broken arms?" Qin Jiao thought he was cold-blooded enough, and had done a lot of unclean work on his hands, but seeing this scene now, he still felt uncomfortable.

Inside, there are obviously many limbs of children.

Qin Jiao still couldn't believe it, and didn't even dare to take a second look.

"This is not an incineration plant, is it?"

"Human sacrifice?" Xie Bingyan's face was also ugly, and he gave such a guess with a stiff face.

Ji Muxia sighed softly, and told the cruel truth that modern people can hardly imagine.

"Crueler than these."

"In some primitive tribes, people with albinism are regarded as a curse, a kind of demon, who will be killed as soon as they are born. They are called, immortal ghosts."

Speaking of this, Ji Mucha and Xie Bingyan looked at each other at the same time, remembering the volume of diary that Xie Bingyan stole.

There are these two words in the diary: "demon", "immortal ghost".

And last night, they just saw an albino.

That white glowing baby in the fire.

Combining the fire and the mother's words to guess, perhaps, the albino baby was set on fire and died because he was regarded as a demon.

"There are also tribes that go to the other extreme and regard them as a kind of magic medicine."

Qin Jiao was terrified: "Medicine? Yes, hair or blood?"

"Body." There was a trace of bitterness on Ji Muxia's lips, "All parts of the body."

When you read history, you will know that history not only has a glamorous side, but also a bloody and cruel side.

Human beings have a progressive and kind side, but also a savage side that is unbelievably savage.

He once heard from his parents that when he went to some primitive tribes for charity, many albino children rescued were disabled.

It is not congenital, it is acquired by businessmen who are blinded by profit as a witchcraft drug.

Limbs are clearly priced, and people are raised like medicinal herbs, and those who are not human are raised and bought and sold.

Even though the local government is trying to change people's minds with modern science and is constantly rescuing albinism patients, the locals blame the government for making their "drugs" expensive and scarce.

Seeing the human sacrifice in the Stone Age, and thinking about the human medicine heard in modern times, Ji Muxia felt powerless for a while.

It is said that human beings are high-level animals that have escaped from low-level interests, but once human beings become ignorant and barbaric, they are more terrifying than animals.

After a while of silence, Xie Bingyan said in a cold voice: "In addition to genetic factors, there is also a big reason for albinism to be due to close relatives' marriage. The more primitive the tribe, the more they like close relatives to marry."

This becomes a vicious cycle.

Because of being behind in close relatives, albinism was born because of close relatives' marriage, and because of backwardness, they tortured and killed their children and relatives.

"Let's go, think about the good, we are getting closer to cracking the truth."

Xie Bingyan sighed lightly: "Let's go, let's go out first, it's too depressing here."

The more you look at it, the more depressed you become.

Ji Mucha nodded slightly.

Now, not only does he know where the time is, but he also knows how to stop it.

Just as Ji Muxia walked out of the hut, a familiar figure suddenly rushed out from the side.

"Xie Bingyan, I will kill you!"

Just as Xie Bingyan walked out of the room, he subconsciously made preparations, but saw that Charlie rushed to Ji Mucha's side again.

Ji Mucha: ...

"Didn't expect it, I'm still alive!"

Charlie held a sharp obsidian blade and put it on Ji Muxia's neck, "Hahahaha, I will drag you to die together...you..."

Charlie looked down at the scalpel on his chest with difficulty, then looked up at Ji Mucha who pulled the knife out of his chest expressionlessly.

"Every time you hit me, do you treat me like a persimmon?"

Ji Muxia was surprisingly angry.

What kind of grudge does he have with Charlie? From the first meeting, Charlie has taken the initiative to trouble him. Does he look easy to bully? !

Having just watched several pots of broken limbs and broken arms, Ji Muxia was full of anger, and he was merciless in his strikes.

And Charlie himself was in a bad condition, and he didn't know how he escaped from the pursuit of the black-clothed priest. Now he was wounded all over his body, and after being stabbed in the heart again by Ji Muxia, he didn't even have time to leave his last words, and fell back with his eyes wide open.

"Cough, it's okay, we lost another competitor." Xie Bingyan comforted, "The final winner must be us."

As soon as the words fell, the sound of the game sounded for the first time in the daytime:

[Happy time always flies very fast, congratulations on the seventh day... wrong... wrong...]

[Players kill each other, destroying the principle of fairness and justice in the game, punish! 】

[Three days will be deducted, enter the fourth day of the countdown! 】