The expression on the woman's face made An Wujiu want to laugh, obviously she was petrified by Shen Ti's "sweet talk".
Could it be that in this dungeon, he and the priest played by Shen Ti are really in the same situation
For a moment, because of this setting, An Wujiu doubted Shen Ti's trump card, but quickly denied this idea.
The altar will not reveal the hole cards in this way of character relationship in such a simple way, otherwise there is no need for the morning sacrifice.
The woman recovered from her astonishment, and immediately led them into the inner room, "It's cold outside, you two come in first, I lit a small stove, it will be warmer."
"Why do they say we don't get along?" Shen Ti asked after entering.
"Ah," the woman had a slightly embarrassed look on her face, "it's just that you two have different beliefs about gods, and..."
"what else?"
"Some say... your mate is in love with this priest, so you are..."
"Rival in love?" Shen Ti felt very novel about this relationship, and found it very interesting, "This setting is good, isn't it?" He bumped An Wugui's shoulder.
An Wujiu just felt that he was not serious, so he smiled.
What's good, it's just right now.
The furnishings in the house are unfamiliar to An Wujiu, just judging from the stonework in the room, the productivity here should not be high, probably in a very early era. On the walls were strings of dried corn hanging on twine, and some brown spindle-shaped dried husks.
An Wujiu reached out to pick up one, and opened the shell, the middle was empty.
"That's last year's cocoa husk."
The woman spoke warmly and kindly, while she was talking, she bent down and wiped the two stone chairs with a cloth towel. These two chairs carved from basalt stone are obviously the most delicate and time-consuming items in this room. Apart from the carved patterns and totems, the top of the chairs is also inlaid with two round obsidian stones. as decoration.
"Please sit down, two priests." The woman's complexion was very dark, and her facial features were slightly darker than those of an Asian race like him, but she still had black hair and black pupils overall.
"It's been so cold these two days, I swear to the sun, I've never seen such a big snow since I was born, you know, it never snows here."
She was not wearing thick clothes, she just layered many layers of clothes to keep warm, and there were still unfinished quilts on the stone platform by the window sill.
The woman said her name was Yasia, and served two bowls of corn porridge for the two of them kindly and respectfully, "Try it, I ground it yesterday."
Her face was full of apologies for the poor hospitality. An Wujiu stared at the steaming bowl of porridge, thinking that it was really a plot guide, and before they even said anything, the NPC had already delivered the porridge.
He couldn't speak, so he had no choice but to thank her. Shen Ti said thank you for him, and explained: "He caught a cold last night, and his throat can't speak."
"I see." Yasia took out a coarse blanket and covered An Wujiu, "Please be careful."
After drinking half a bowl of corn porridge, An Wujiu felt his body warm up. Yasia confides to them the misery brought about by the snowstorm. The corn they planted so hard was crushed by the heavy snow, a year's work was in vain, and even a corner of a friend's house collapsed. The high priest of the ceremony is also retreating now, and he has not seen anyone for the time being.
The heavy snow seemed to stop everything.
"What kind of person is the high priest?" Shen Ti asked out of curiosity.
"He is the closest person to the gods." Yasia's eyes were full of longing, and even a faint smile appeared on his face, "Some people say that the high priest has boundless power, and he has many forms, sometimes with gray hair An old man, sometimes a child, sometimes a strong young man, he can change into a myriad of shapes, and can also transform into the shape of animals, such as jaguar, boa constrictor, lizard... These are all his incarnations."
An Wujiu sounded a little strange.
I always felt that what she described was not like the high priest, but the stone statue enshrined in the temple.
All in one.
"It's very difficult for us to see the real face of the high priest. Some people say that she is actually an extremely beautiful woman, a beauty who knows the oracle brought back by our leader."
"This is more reliable than the one just now." Shen Ti commented, thinking in his heart, he felt that everything else was exaggerated, but the high priest is half as good-looking as An Wujiu, and it can also be called "extremely beautiful", even An Wujiu like this She still has her appearance, she is still her own wife, there is nothing else to exaggerate.
"Yes, according to their description, they are just like you." Yasia faced Shen Ti, "There are a pair of green snake-like eyes."
Shen Ti blinked.
"My eyes don't look like snakes. Mine look more like cats. Have you ever seen a cat?"
Yashia shook her head, "What kind of beast is that?"
"Isn't it?" Shen Ti said intentionally, "That's the most ferocious beast in the world."
An Wujiu knew that he didn't speak seriously, so he was still amused.
While the two were talking, he was holding a stone bowl in his hand, and was looking at the pictures drawn on the wall, which were very similar to those in the temple, except that there were many figures on the ceiling of the temple, as if representing different gods, while the walls of Yasia’s home There is only one person on the top, his left hand is stretched forward, his right hand is raised, there is a shield on his body, the whole body is golden, and his head is decorated with colorful feathers.
"This is drawn by my son." Yasia was quite proud, "I really hope that the God of Rebirth can bless us, get through this disaster quickly, and let the blood moon end quickly."
Shen Ti stood up, pointed at the mural, and made no secret of his ignorance, "Is this the God of Rebirth?"
Yaxia was stunned for a moment, then nodded again, "Yes."
"What kind of rebirth method?"
"He..." Yasia replied to Shen Ti blankly, "He sacrificed himself to allow human beings to obtain food and survive..."
"What kind of rebirth is that?" Shen Ti shook his head, "It's clearly death."
His insensitivity to human beings makes him unable to empathize with such a god. He is obviously a human being, and only human beings will do such self-dedication, but gods will not.
God will only look down on all living beings from above.
Yasia was obviously shocked by Shen Ti's words, An Wujiu immediately got up, grabbed her arm, and pointed to the obsidian cup on the table to divert her attention.
And Yaxia is indeed like this, she said to An Wujiu: "This is the cup I made a long time ago." As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something.
"Oh, by the way, please wait a minute. Last time another priest asked me to do something, I finished it." Yaxia walked to another room, and An Wujiu also followed, and found that in that room There was actually an altar, which was almost the same as the one they saw in the warm-up match.
Shen Ti leaned on An Wujiu and asked Yasia, "Why do you have this altar?"
"Of course, every household in the water city has them, and we will offer the most exquisite handicrafts as sacrifices to the gods." As Yasia said, he took a black knife from the shelf next to the wall and walked out. Offer both hands to An Wugui.
Listening to her words, Shen Ti finally understood why the people here are so good at stone carving. It seems that the religious belief has promoted the local productivity.
"I heard that the previous one is old, we rushed to make a new one, what do you think?"
This knife is also made of obsidian, the whole body is misty black, and the blade is very thin.
An Wujiu nodded slightly to express his gratitude to her. According to the game settings of the altar, this obsidian knife is probably the item they need to get from the NPC.
Soon, Yasia's husband came back, he threw the cut branch on the ground, and when he looked up and saw the two of them, he immediately wanted to salute, but was stopped by Shen Ti.
"I thought he was hunting." Shen Ti said casually.
"There are not many animals that can be hunted here." Yasia explained to him, "We grow corn for a living, and even poultry meat is hard to eat, and those are dedicated to nobles."
There was a flash of light in her husband's eyes, "But we will have delicious food soon. When the leader and his subordinates come back, they will bring us a lot of food. Please deign to come the day after tomorrow, we will prepare Best stew for two."
Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "It's okay, just eat it yourself."
"No, you must come!" The man's eyes were empty, staring straight at the two of them, as if possessed by a demon, "Gods will come too."
The gods will come too.
An Wujiu didn't understand the meaning of his words, could it be that the day after tomorrow is some important day
He knows that many areas where religious beliefs are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people often hold religious-related activities, most of which are blessings and blessings in many ways, such as banquets.
Could it be that the day in their mouths is the custom of having a feast and hospitality to pray to the gods
Under Yasia's hint, the two had no choice but to leave the small house. The moment the door was opened, the wind and snow rushed towards him with the icy cold, An Wujiu's face was almost numb, he and Shen Ti walked forward side by side, stepping on the thick snow step by step, making a creaking sound. On them was a bundle of cornbread given by Yasia, and the obsidian knife.
He turned his head and said to Shen Ti with his lips: [I always think this place is weird. ]
But Shen Ti didn't know whether he really didn't understand or pretended not to understand. He smiled in the bright snow, "What are you talking about?"
Just after finishing speaking, a tiny snowflake fell on An Wujiu's eyelashes.
An Wujiu lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, stretched out his hand to take Shen Ti's hand, and wrote down what he wanted to say in his palm.
Shen Ti held his hand, smiled slightly, and saw that the tip of his nose was red from the cold, but his expression was very serious, which was kind of cute in contrast.
"How to say?"
[I feel that these plots are not laid out casually. ]
An Wujiu wrote these down stroke by stroke, and looked up at Shen Ti.
His eyes are bright and full of compassion, which perfectly matches the snow in the sky.
It doesn't get any cleaner than this.
[Perhaps there is something waiting for us to reveal the secret. ]
An Wujiu's hands were red from the cold in the wind and snow, and he clasped his palms together and rubbed them back and forth, trying to gain some warmth.
The people here are used to living in the tropics, and even the quilts have to be made fresh, and they can't resist this level of severe cold. If they can't stop the blood moon and blizzard, I'm afraid these people will freeze to death.
Shen Ti took An Wujiu's hand and asked him to stop, then took off the gloves and put them on for An Wujiu.
This action caused An Wujiu's brain, which had been thinking nonstop, to pause for an instant.
He tilted his head at Shen Ti, and asked him with lip language and gestures: "What if someone sees it?" He stroked the lines on Shen Ti's hand with his fingers.
"so what?"
Shen Ti also tilted his head towards him, his crystal red earrings dangling, as if they were the only vitality in the snow-colored world.
He no longer cared who he might scare.
An Wujiu only wears one, Shen Ti has no choice but to keep the other one. The two wore a pair of gloves and walked slowly holding hands in the snow.
After walking a few steps, a figure appeared in front of him.
They met Zhou Yijue face to face.
An Wujiu raised his head and looked at Zhou Yijue through the wind and snow. I thought he would turn a blind eye, but Zhou Yijue stopped in front of them.
"I want to know if your easter egg card is used?"
It's rare for a person like him to be so straightforward, straight to the point and explaining the purpose of his visit.
An Wujiu couldn't answer him, so he just shook his head.
"You don't smoke at all, do you?" Zhou Yijue raised his eyebrows.
"What's none of your business?" Shen Ti choked him with a smile, "Why, do you want it?"
Zhou Yijue glanced at Shen Ti, then looked at An Wujiu, "I will not steal your things, but if you win the resurrection card, I am willing to exchange anything with you, as long as you ask, I will find a way to cash it .”
An Wujiu looked at him silently, the snow blurred Zhou Yijue's figure, and also blurred his scheming and scheming, leaving only a solitary desire.
He raised his hand and wrote on Shen Ti's back.
After waiting for a while, Zhou Yijue didn't wait for An Wujiu's answer, which was natural, especially since they were rivals for two consecutive rounds, and they had suffered enough from the opponent's set.
But he heard Shen Ti speak.
"Wugui said, he wants to know what you want the resurrection card for?"
Zhou Yijue raised his head and frowned slightly.
After struggling for a while, An Wujiu actually read a trace of pain from this face that was good at disguising.
"I want to save my lover." He finally raised his head and looked directly at An Wugui.
In the snowy light, An Wujiu fell into deep thought.
If there was only one resurrection card, he would definitely not give it to Zhou Yijue, because he was afraid of being separated from Shen Ti.
But if there is more than one, An Wujiu's heart will be shaken.
The person in front of him was obviously his former enemy.
Finally, he wrote on Shen Ti's back [Wait for me to draw these three cards first. ]
Shen Ti tampered with his words on his own initiative, "He won't give it."
An Wujiu twisted his arm, and Shen Ti changed his words in pain, "He said he would think about it and draw the card first."
Zhou Yijue nodded, and said "thank you" to him with difficulty, for no reason, in An Wujiu's eyes, this scheming person looked very pitiful.
An Wujiu nodded, and left side by side with Shen Ti.
He decided to draw three easter egg cards today.
If there is only one resurrection card, he can only leave it to Shen Ti.
He believed that this point was also self-evident to Zhou Yijue.
Shen Ti didn't want An Wujiu to make an exchange, after all, Zhou Yijue was scheming and they were almost killed. But he knew that his values could not influence An Wujiu's decision, just like An Wujiu would never force him to become a normal person.
About to return to the temple, Shen Ti's sleeve was suddenly grabbed, he turned his head, An Wujiu stretched out his hand to write on his arm.
He wrote very slowly, and Shen Ti read each word one by one.
Those single words pieced together a complete sentence bit by bit, and also pieced together the picture of their first encounter.
[When you met me, why didn't you speak? I thought you couldn't speak. ]
If it wasn't for the punishment this time, it would be difficult for An Wujiu to recall Shen Ti's appearance when he first met him in the tense copy. But when he couldn't speak, the strange Shen Ti wearing a mask kept popping up in his mind, bringing back his memories.
"In the beginning, I just didn't want to talk. I hate communicating with people." Shen Ti told him that he suffered a lot of unfair treatment because of saying the wrong thing.
When An Wujiu heard this, the softest part of his heart was touched. Shen Ti at that time was actually just talking, and he couldn't tell the difference between him and ordinary people at all.
What about him before? Before meeting Shen Ti, from being ignorant of the world and growing up to now, how many bumps and setbacks have he experienced before he even opens his mouth to speak.
"People are very boring, but pretending to be dumb will save a lot of trouble."
Shen Ti only used this sentence to summarize all kinds of people he met in the past, and all kinds of things they did.
After speaking, he smiled, "But you are different."
Under the magnificent pyramid-shaped temple, the smile on his face seemed to be tainted with divinity, but he was alive and unique.
"I only opened my mouth because I wanted to talk to you, because I planned to hug you on the duel ring, but if I hugged you directly, you would definitely beat me up."
An Wujiu's memory was set back to that day, thinking of that time, Shen Ti interrupted the start of the duel by saying "wait a moment", then reached out and hugged him. The corners of An Wujiu's mouth could not help but rise.
"If it wasn't for the fear that others would think I was strange..." Shen Ti's tone was childish.
"I actually wanted to talk to you alone."