Anna shook her hands indifferently, not bothering to bandage the wound.
Compared with the wound on her hand, she cared more about being ridiculed by her love rival in public, and then fell in embarrassment.
"Ahh! It's all because of this ceremony, I'm so mad!"
Anna yelled angrily.
call!
Lie Yan (raging flames) spread out behind her, forming a pair of wings.
Anna jumped up and flew up and down in mid-air, finally finding the right direction.
She flew onto the platform where the god of death sleeps.
——That is the sacred and inviolable territory of God of Death.
She's totally drunk.
…
Anna stood on a high platform that symbolized God, looking around.
"There's nothing but a broken rock."
Anna murmured, not realizing what she was doing.
There is nothing here but a black stone symbolizing the Sleeping Box.
Yes, the Deathly Hallows use this black stone to symbolize the Sleeping Box.
The Sleeping Treasure Box is a treasure carried by the god of death in mythology, so naturally it will not really appear here.
Perhaps there are very few bold people in history who took the risk of blasphemy to fly up to observe the sleeping platform of death closely.
But there will never be anyone like Anna who flew up to the high platform in a drunk state and refused to go down.
In the history of the Medici family, an unprecedented scene appeared.
—Anna sat down on the platform where the god of death sleeps.
Even sitting here is still boring.
With her feet in the air, holding the wine bottle in her hand, she thought seriously.
"Going to the Federation later, I will use this move to bring that little girl down first, then use that move to let her know that she can't talk nonsense, and finally, to impress her, I will use the ultimate move..."
She was furious, and kept pouring wine into her mouth.
The whole body was dry and hot from drinking, and I only felt something extremely cold in my chest.
This thing stuck in her chest, making her very uncomfortable.
Ana reached in and pulled out a small statue of Grim Reaper.
Surrogate contract.
— Obtained by the ancestors of the Medici family, the only token of death.
Anna photographed it on the stone platform next to her.
Suddenly a pain came from his hand.
"ah!"
She let out a cry of pain.
A whole piece of skin had been scratched on her hand, and she hadn't dealt with it all the time. At this time, blood was still flowing out intermittently.
She couldn't die, she grabbed the death token with her hand again, and slapped it hard on the stone platform.
Blood gushed out of the wound on his hand, and flowed along the small statue of the god of death onto the stone platform symbolizing the sleeping treasure chest.
Blood, Reaper's Token, and Sleeping Treasure Chest are linked together.
A wonderful reaction occurred.
Invisibly, something descended quietly, silently lurking behind Anna and watching her.
Anna knew nothing about it.
"Oh! It hurts... I'm really upset." She covered the wound on her hand and let out a low cry of pain.
Putting down the wine bottle, Anna rummaged through her backpack, took out some emergency medical supplies, and dealt with her hands.
Drowsy, Anna almost fell asleep.
"It's so boring. It would be nice if there was a little wind." She said to herself.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind came from nowhere.
The wind blew Anna's spirits up.
She didn't know at all that she had already completed the deal with the god of death and gained a gust of wind.
If only this is the case, she will become the believer who has the least vows to the gods among all the civilizations in countless worlds.
The invisible existence behind him is about to dissipate.
Suddenly, Anna noticed something was wrong.
"Oops," she murmured.
A familiar feeling welled up in her chest.
— She's going to throw up.
Just spit it out!
As soon as Anna turned around, she vomited a breath of wine at the stone symbolizing the sleeping treasure chest.
"Ugh..."
"Ugh..."
"...It's really uncomfortable, I actually drank too much?"
Panting, she took out a tissue to wipe her mouth.
But she didn't know that the invisible existence was about to leave, but she vomited all over her body.
The invisible existence stood stiffly on the stone platform, not moving for a while.
It has never encountered such a situation.
Anna didn't realize it.
After she vomited, she felt better for a while.
Looking around, Anna was surprised and said, "Huh? When did I come up? This is not suitable for sleeping, if you fall down, you'll be finished."
After finishing speaking, Anna lifted the wine bottle, jumped up and flew to the ground.
She staggered to where she was sitting.
After blowing the wind, the temples started to hurt a little.
The stamina of the wine came up.
On the high platform, a violent airflow produced a sharp change.
The airflow flew down whistling, and landed not far in front of Anna first, facing her.
Accompanied by the surge of air currents, the twelve giant sculptures with human bodies and dog faces standing around the temple suddenly lowered their heads and looked down at this place.
For the first time in thousands of years, they moved.
It's a pity that no one noticed this scene.
Airflow returned to silence, soaring in the air, staring at Anna viciously.
This guy who offends the gods must be punished by—
kindness
what does it smell like
Airflow looked down suspiciously.
But he saw a wine glass exuding a tempting aroma under his feet.
This is wine...
Guarding here by myself, I haven't smelled this smell for thousands of years...
At this time, Anna had almost returned to where she was sitting.
She suddenly saw a dark figure licking the glass she had placed on the ground.
Anna's bewitched eyes widened and she rushed forward in a rage.
She shouted, "That's my cup!"
The black figure was startled, and took a few steps back with the cup in its mouth.
Anna suddenly came to her senses and stood still.
In the temple, apart from myself, where did the living creatures come from
It is impossible for God to be a living thing.
She patted her face, forced herself to calm down, and looked at the black figure again.
"Respect—" Anna didn't finish her sentence.
Because she finally saw clearly that this was indeed not some kind of god!
This is clearly a black dog!
Yes, just a dog.
How could the god of death lick his own cup
Anna breathed a sigh of relief.
But where did this dog come from
She stepped forward.
The dog doesn't move.
She came to the dog.
The dog, with a glass in its mouth, squinted and stared at her.
A solemn and heavy aura appeared on it, slowly condensing into an invisible mysterious force.
This power is about to be released, causing the person in front of him to suffer enough.
Just as this breath was about to be activated, Anna did one thing.
She handed over the bottle in her hand.
"Drink?" she asked.
Although she was a little drunk, she still knew that it was not normal for a dog to appear here.
Maybe this dog is a clue to summoning death.
Anna patted her forehead, feeling a little regretful.
I never thought of getting a response from the god of death, so I didn't bring anything.
Anna was all over, only this bottle of wine was left.
It's the only thing she can afford.
Now, she carefully passed the wine over.
The dog looked at her, then at the bottle in her hand.
There was a moment of stalemate.
The dog couldn't help stretching out its paw and took the wine bottle.
It held the wine bottle and took a big gulp,
I took another big gulp,
I took another big gulp,
I took another big gulp.
— Cool!
The dog licked his lips and put down the empty wine bottle with satisfaction.
It glanced at Anna, its eyes locked on the bandaged wound on Anna's hand, and its nose moved.
That's right, the blood just now belonged to the Medici family.
The black dog nodded imperceptibly, but it was a contractual relationship, so it was a bit difficult to start with.
The wine is not bad either.
Forgive each other reluctantly
the dog thought.
Anna waited aside, seeing it finished drinking, hesitated for a while, and finally spoke.
This is the first time the Medici family has communicated with the deities they enshrine for thousands of years.
This is also a rare contact with divine beings in the human history of this planet.
Everything that happened today is enough to be recorded in the annals of history forever.
In the Temple of the God of Death, twelve sculptures with human bodies and dog faces lowered their heads, quietly watching this scene.
Anna looked at the black dog with a somewhat uncertain expression.
Excessive alcohol made her head groggy and her thinking slowed down.
But she still thinks hard, trying to grasp the key to the problem.
Finally, Anna finally figured out her own problem.
She looked at the black dog carefully, and said hesitantly, "Could it be..."
The black dog pricked up its ears, raised its tail, and stared at Anna solemnly.
"The temple also has a dog hole?" Anna murmured.
The dog is stupid.