Chapter 5: Tomb of the Living Dead

The people of the Mayan tribe welcomed the return of their warriors. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

At the forefront of the people, there is an old woman in her fifties surrounded by a group of young Mayan girls, this person has thin lips and a square face, wrinkles like a sword carving, and at first glance she is a strong woman who is mean and unkind and difficult to deal with.

But now she was smiling and squinting, as if she was watching the return of her warriors. But I could see that she didn't really look at anyone, but only saw her purpose through us. I don't know what her purpose is, but I can assert that it doesn't have any good fruit for us.

The parrot wizard and his two wizards took two hurried steps to the old woman, fell on one knee, and kissed the old woman's outstretched right hand with reverence.

Because of the distance, and the cheers of the populace, I couldn't hear the parrot wizard and the old woman talking, and I didn't understand what was there to be excited about these bronzed, old-fashioned birdmen, whose warriors didn't fight anyone, and it looked like they had made some shady deal with the Caribbean pirates who had kidnapped Zheng He, and we were part of the deal.

The thought that we might be traded like goods makes me feel uncontrollable. Looking at the surrounding Mayan tribes, the people were preconceived with a hint of hatred.

But I didn't show my hatred, after all, I was in someone's realm now.

At this time, the parrot wizard was introducing Miss Sophie to the old woman, and Sophie did not kneel down to the old woman like the introducer, but only bowed respectfully to her, and then stood up straight.

The majestic old woman was not surprised, but took one of the many necklaces from her neck, stepped forward, and put it on Miss Sophie's neck with her own hands. Said something that seemed to be a blessing, and then kissed Sophie on the forehead with her black lips.

At this moment, the people in the vicinity erupted in enthusiastic cheers again, and immediately Mayan maidens gathered around Miss Sophie to support her, leaving the crowd and walking towards the tribe. But I noticed that she never let go of her metal box.

The parrot wizard nodded and took the old woman's hand to guide her, and returned in a majestic manner surrounded by the people.

And we, the captives, escorted by the samurai, followed closely behind, slowly walked into this primitive tribe.

To say that this tribe is primitive is only a relatively modern metropolis, but in terms of civilization development, this place is already a highly civilized town.

This tribe is completely different from the Mayan tribe I imagined.

Although the outer perimeter of the tribe was mostly grassy and woody houses, it seemed to be just some temporary outposts, and when we walked through the outer protective area and into the inner area, I was completely eye-opening.

Rows of spacious, neat stone houses are neatly aligned, crisscrossed by wide, clean volcanic paved roads. As far as the eye can see, the heart of the old town is lined with towering pyramids and temples, all of which are large stone buildings, all painted with gold pigments, reflecting the majestic luster of gold in the sunlight.

There is a huge square between the pyramid and the temple, and the square is bustling with people, and many clergy are busy on the stone platform of the sacrifice, as if preparing for the celebration.

The Mayan people lived in peace and quiet, with pedestrians coming and going on and selling and trading along the streets.

I found that there are special drainage canals on the side of the road, and it seems that the construction of this tribe has been uniformly planned and constructed, and it is by no means a barbarian land. But I suddenly had a terrible idea, which made me shudder, that although the Mayan tribes had long since disappeared in the other world, I knew some of their customs, such as sacrifices, such as human sacrifice and animal sacrifice.

Cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs used in livestock sacrifices generally prefer livestock produced by their own tribe to show respect for the gods and ancestors, but the living priests can basically only use prisoners of war from hostile tribes to show the strength of the tribe. Only as a last resort will the tribe sacrifice its own tribesmen.

The reason for this is easy to understand, the output of livestock is meant to be enjoyed by the people, but due to the low fertility level, the number of Mayan tribes has always been equated with the strength of the tribe, and no tribal ruler will have a bad brain and slaughter his own people.

Therefore, in the absence of prisoners of war, tribes sometimes buy prisoners of war from other tribes for sacrifices, although such things rarely happen, but they do exist.

Since this world is a parallel to the world I am familiar with, the Mayans here are also likely to trade prisoners of war.

If I am not wrong, then it is very likely that we, the nine men and nine women, were purchased by this tribe to be sacrificed by their tribe for the priesthood of the living.

Now I finally understood why the people here would be so excited to see us, for the sake of sacrifice, if it were not for us, some of them would inevitably die, and if it were me, I would be elated.

Damn, it's miserable! I cursed secretly.

Although the current situation is not good, the environment is unfavorable, and we can only endure it for the time being, and see the opportunity to do ~ things.

Eighteen of our captives were escorted by Mayan warriors through the square to the bottom of the huge temple. Under the tall foundation, there is a dark opening, which is the entrance to the dungeon.

The Mayan warriors escorted us there, spiraling down the rough stone steps to the dark dungeon.

We men and women were separated and imprisoned, and the dungeon was heavy and sturdy, and as soon as we entered, we were loosened, but the heavy stone doors also fell. Immediately in total darkness. But before our eyes could adjust to the darkness, there was a dull sound of rocks overhead.

Above the dungeon, more than three meters above the ground, there was a one-meter-square opening, and we were puzzled by the fact that several baskets of food and water hung down from above.

I was already hungry, so I rushed up first, grabbed the kettle and poured it into a few mouthfuls, moistening my smoking throat first, and then picking up a golden tortilla with my left hand and stuffing it directly into my mouth.

When I~ killed a tortilla, the other eight young men around reacted and rushed up to grab the rest of the food and water.

When he was half-full, a small man who looked like a Yamato nation said suspiciously, "This won't be poisoned, right?" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the person with the stuffed food in his mouth immediately stopped chewing.

I took the opportunity to take a few more boiled potatoes, glanced at him disdainfully as I ate them, and said, "Do you think you're worth the trouble of assassinating you now?" ”

The thing was speechless.

The misled buddies immediately remembered the real situation where life and death were completely in the hands of others. Together, they expressed their contempt for this little man, and continued to eat and drink heartlessly.

People are like this, the more they are in times of crisis, the more they will learn from the example of example, they see that I put life and death aside, they don't care about the situation, they should eat and drink, even if they are stabbed tomorrow, they are also a full ghost.

After the wind and clouds were gone, the empty basket was hoisted up by the people above, and then an oil lamp was lowered, and we were puzzled by it, when there was a dull sound, and the opening on it was closed by a heavy stone slab.

We were in a dimly lit dungeon, unconsciously sitting in a circle, sitting on the ground together, looking at the dimly lit oil lamp in front of us, as if looking at our uncertain future, and everyone's face was full of confusion and fear. But the small light seems to give us a glimmer of hope that we will not despair to death. I seem to understand their intentions in putting down an oil lamp.

Squinting, I carefully went through the difficult experience in my mind, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt that my situation was not good. It seems like I'm in danger of being sacrificed, but how do I escape? I'm at a loss.

The entrance was closed by a heavy stone door, which could not be opened at all except by mechanical means outside. As for the head, there is a hole in the head, but it is also crushed to death by a stone slab weighing 100 catties, and it is more than three meters high from the ground, without any kicking on the head, it is not easy to jump on it, let alone move a stone slab weighing hundreds of catties under a jump, which is not a task that human beings can complete at all.

Of course, we can work together and step on our shoulders, but it is impossible to go up without guards, once discovered, with a few of us, we will not be able to rush out at all, and as long as people close the entrance to the dungeon, we will not be able to fly.

The more I thought about it, the more frustrated I felt, and I felt that I couldn't stand Yuan Meng, An An, and Qingfeng, and I don't know how they are now?

I really didn't expect that when I crossed into this world from the underground corpse cave in Paris, I originally felt that I was getting closer and closer to the door of time and space, but I didn't expect to be trapped in this desperate situation. It is called that the heavens should not be, and the earth is not spiritual, so that they can only wait for death!

I sighed deeply, annoyed.

Suddenly, in the silence, someone was crying softly, and when I looked up, it was the little man of the Yamato nation, a skeptic. At this time, a big man next to him was distraught, heard the cry, punched him fiercely, and scolded, "Cry a fart!" Death to the side. ”

The little man who was beaten did not dare to make a sound, let alone resist, he covered his face to prevent himself from crying, and looked extremely pitiful.

I saw that my heart was on fire, but the big man didn't have any follow-up oppression, so I just gave up, I myself was still unpredictable about life and death, how could I have the energy to act bravely and uphold justice for others.

Closing my eyes, I pretended not to see.

Time passed very slowly in the torment, and I thought of many ways to escape during the torment, such as jumping out suddenly when I was putting food, pretending to be dead and fooling around, and creating internal chaos and asking the guards to open the closed stone door, etc., but after deliberation, none of them were feasible. Each of these methods either has huge loopholes or lacks the necessary conditions for success. It pains me a lot.

Whenever I am in the most pain, I will touch ~ touch the trouser legs, there is my last hope, until the last moment of life and death, I will not take it out.

However, the physical exhaustion would lessen the mental pain, and the fatigue of the day was all set up at night, and I leaned my head against the rock wall behind me, trying to rest my mind, but unconsciously fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I thought it was the next day, but when I opened my sleepy eyes, it was still bleak.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I realized that I was in a dark dungeon, and even though it was already the next morning outside, the sun could not reach the dungeon.

Closing my eyes, I wanted to sleep again, but I had something on my mind, and it didn't work, so I had to sit up, look around, and find that someone was awake and someone was asleep.

Awake and on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Those who fall asleep shiver from time to time in their sleep, showing extreme restlessness.

I casually glanced at the little man on the other side, and found that this product was actually sleeping sweetly with his knees hugged, and I couldn't help but be surprised. Originally, I thought he would be the first to collapse, but I didn't expect him to be in the best shape now. I couldn't help but laugh to myself.

Suddenly, the stone slab above made a heavy, dull thud again, and the one-meter-square opening above the head opened again, and this time several empty barrels hung down from above, and in the barrels there were a few wide leaves. This is what makes it easy for us to use.

A few of us went to the morning toilet mechanically, and the wooden barrel full of filth~ was hoisted up.

Originally, they would close the opening, but a few new wooden barrels hung down from it, and we went up to see that it was a corn porridge with a shiny egg yolk and a fragrant smell, but I was a little sick when I saw it! Secretly scolding the savage bastards above, they won't put food on it after a while, how can people not think about it.

But there are really people who don't get dirty, no matter which one you have, grab the wooden spoon and start drinking.

Seeing this, I didn't pretend to be pure, and rushed to drink it, but I always felt that it tasted weird.

After drinking the porridge, the man above took away the barrel and the oil lamp, put down a new one, and then turned off the slate again.

When darkness fell, the dungeon fell silent again, and the terrible silence made people mentally numb.

To break the terrible silence, people finally began to communicate with each other. After saying something that is not salty or light, everyone wants to get comfort from others, but everyone sees excessive worry, and this negative emotion does not have negative and positive like the formula in mathematics, but instead causes the sadness to gather and form a torrent, on which each of us floats, and it is difficult for us.

Gradually, everyone became numb in this state of involuntary self-absorption, and after the nerves became numb, time seemed to speed up.

In the midst of the confusion, I remember leaning limply against the rock wall after eating fruit for the third time, and I knew that it was the third night of my lock-in, because fruit was only served at night.

I was in a daze for nothing, humming a favorite tune unconsciously in my mouth, humming and humming, I realized that I was singing "Iron Window" by an outdated singer Xu Meijing, and how can I break the real "Iron Window" in front of me? I do not know! And for three days, it was all the questions I wanted to get answers to every moment.

At the end of the song, I stopped making a sound, and Dongying's little man suddenly asked, "What kind of song is this, it's very good, can you sing it again?" ”

Maybe Xu Meijing is not a singer at all in this world, naturally no one has heard the song "Iron Window", why didn't I think that I could plagiarize someone from another world to be a singer?

I was just about to answer, when suddenly there was a dull sound from the stone slab above my head.

Everyone, including me, was stunned by this unusual scene.

A rope was lowered, and at the end of the rope was a basket, and someone shouted, "Shaw, stand in the basket!" ”

We were stunned for a moment, but we understood immediately, and then there was a burst of ecstasy, and we rushed over and jumped into the basket.

The rope that hung down immediately pulled upwards and carried me off the ground, and I could go out at last, and I cried out in my heart, whether he was dead or alive, and then go out of this tomb of the living dead.

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