MTL - Trafford’s Trading Club-Chapter 2871 Red King Sacrifice (Part 1)

  Chapter 2871 Red King Sacrifice (Part 1)

  "...Yes, yes, I saw this child on the street who was at a loss, and it was poor, so I brought him here."

   Kira silently listened to the conversation between the Inhuman aunt and another young Inhuman man in a white robe.

  Here is the... temple.

  Like a place like the Temple of Heaven, the temple is a trapezoidal building in the center, simple and magnificent.

   There are people who pay homage here, whether they are aliens or aliens, just in front of the square... Your Royal Highness, the Red Princess, is it really here?

  It was an incredible thing for Qila to meet the most holy ancestor of the [Bai nationality]... The people and things here are far beyond its cognition.

  —White Devil.

Aunt Yiren turned Kira’s white scales into [White Devil], which is a rare disease—rare is not unheard of, and there are occasional patients with [White Devil] disease in [Red City], and there are records of cures .

   It's not that Kira doesn't believe it... it's hard to accept it.

  White scales are an important sign that it is qualified to be a sacrificial priest in [Bai nationality]. It is a kind of illness that people here cannot accept such an important feature.

   "Okay, I see, you go back first, and leave this child to me." The alien man in white robe said with a smile at this time.

"You stay here well." Aunt Yiren pressed her forehead with her hand at this time, and then nodded to Qila's eyebrows... This seems to be some kind of etiquette, "It's okay, Priest Janis will take care of you." take care of you."

  It froze at a loss.

  Aunt Yiren was about to leave, Qila opened her mouth instinctively, as if she wanted to keep her, but Aunt Yiren just gave her a reassuring look, "I'm going back to prepare the tribute too."

  … Tribute?

  …

  …

   "...【God】princess, how many are there?" Zhao Huai'an suddenly asked at this time—after digesting the information disclosed by Sikong Jieyue, he carefully remembered the reaction of the [Yu clan] warrior who had just left.

  Warrior doesn't seem to be surprised that [Xia Ji] did the same thing as the green-haired girl—or, this kind of thing is already commonplace?

  Actually, he wants to ask more, since [Red King] and [Tianhou] are not husband and wife, who are the handlers of these [God] princesses—he feels that he is superficial, but he intends to forgive himself.

"I don't know how many there are." Little old man Sikong shook his head, "[God] princesses will appear every once in a while, but they are not the same person, but they all have similar appearances. Of course, two or more [God] princesses will appear. It is not uncommon for a **** princess to be in the same frame."

Zhao Huai'an became more and more confused the more he listened, and couldn't help rubbing the center of his brows...Suddenly, he frowned, and muttered: "No, there is something wrong with what the old man said! Our people once found a statue of [Red Empress] in the conservatory palace. statue of a man whose inscription reads..."

   "To my favorite wife, Abrielle Ni Ramaju Raphael." Sikong Jieyue interrupted directly and continued, "Is this the sentence?"

  Zhao Huaian nodded.

Sikong Jieyue sneered disdainfully and said: "This should be translated by the scholars you brought, right? They translated it wrong, and the correct meaning is [My Most Admired]. It's just that the so-called historians who came later easily They simply regard the female image of the "Queen of Heaven" as the wife of the Scarlet King. They have this recognition early on, so when translating ancient Chinese, they will naturally have preconceived ideas."

"So..." Zhao Huai'an nodded dubiously, and when he was about to say something, his heart moved... He looked at Mr. Luo calmly, tapped his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm rather stupid, I don't know what to say." Confused by these things...how about you come, Mr. Luo?"

  He wanted to see what this Mr. Luo and old man Sikong could come up with.

  Master Luo smiled and said: "No, I think Mr. Zhao's question is very good. He is indeed a person who will become an official Jinyi in the future. He is very professional."

  —I T...what the hell!

   "[Queen of Heaven] is also in [Red City]?" Zhao Huaian pondered for a while, then continued to ask.

  Old man Sikong picked up another bun, and said casually, "Young man, you don't know the rules. Since it's sharing information, you have to come up with something, right?"

   This is a picky old man.

  Zhao Huai'an turned his gaze, and then suddenly said: "Old man, I have a piece of news about Sikong Ju... that is your precious son, do you want to listen?"

   Sikong Jieyue, who was biting the bun, was stunned... He frowned, "Do you have any news?"

  Zhao Huaian chuckled and said, "Then it depends on how much this news is worth to you."

  Sikong Zhaiyue pondered for a moment, his eyes flickering non-stop, as if weighing... Finally, "What do you want to know?"

  Zhao Huaian glanced at Mr. Luo again, and then said calmly: "Why did you fake your death and leave clues for Sikong Ju... What is the purpose of your plot to lure Baigang Jinyi into the [Red King's Mausoleum]?"

   "I didn't play a game." Sikong Jieyue said indifferently, and added, "Whether I play a game or not, Yuhuatian will come to [Red King's Tomb]."

   "What do you mean?" Zhao Huai'an asked.

   "He has a reason to come." Sikong Jieyue shook his head and said, "As for the reason, you can check it yourself...I don't know how many."

   "You don't know?" Zhao Huai'an was very surprised, the old man's words didn't make sense, and there was no logic at all.

  Mr. Luo suddenly said at this time: "Mr. Sikong, did you encounter something that you can't understand?"

  Sikong Zhaiyue was silent for a while, before he said: "Do you really have any news?"

   "I can tell you now that Sikong Ju is not dead." Zhao Huaian said directly: "Some extraordinary things even happened to him."

  Sikong Zhaiyue frowned even deeper, he sighed, and said helplessly: "Okay, I'll tell you."

Whether it's Zhao Huaian, who knows some of his details, or the woman who let him see the five-layer secret box, the woman's master...even the two [God] princesses, let Sikong Dieyue know that this table is not good. Simple!

"That was already three years ago." Sikong Zhaiyue breathed out, and said slowly: "In the past three years, Baigang Jinyi... or Yuhuatian, has entered [Red King Tomb] one after another. Three times..."

  Zhao Huai'an just frowned at this moment, surprised but not horrified... just showing a pensive look.

  Master Luo said: "Three times? Is it the early exploration work?"

Sikong Jieyue shook his head and said: "Every time, they have already entered the [Red City]... I believe that the first time I met Yuhuatian was probably not his first progress. Before that, Maybe more times."

  Master Luo said: "But this way, I walked with Master Yu, and he doesn't look like he has entered the interior of [Red King's Mausoleum]."

"This is where the problem lies." Sikong Zhaiyue nodded, "The first time I met them out of the wilderness, and the second time I saw them come back, I followed all the way, and I also found the problem you mentioned...It feels like , They don’t remember that they have entered the [Red King’s Tomb] at all. And there is one thing that is quite strange, that is, as many of them come in, as many people go out, and there are not many of them.”

   "Isn't this a good thing." Zhao Huaian thought for a while and said, "At least there is no damage."

   "No loss?" Sikong Jieyue sneered, "Let me ask you, you came all the way here, how many people did you lose this time?"

  Zhao Huai'an didn't say a word, not mentioning those people they lost, it's just Zhao Huai'an's own experience...In that terrible hive, many people have been eaten by the two-headed lizard...

   "If I tell you, after Yuhuatian leaves here, there will still be so many of you, not one of you, believe it or not?" Sikong Jieyue said indifferently.

  Zhao Huaian shook his head subconsciously.

  Sikong Zhaiyue said: "I don't believe it either, but I saw it with my own eyes... and it was twice! The [Red King's Tomb] is not as simple as you think... Including this [Red City], it is not simple either!"

   "What about you?" Zhao Huai'an sneered, "How many times have you entered [Red King's Mausoleum]... three times, four times? Or more?"

   "Tell me about Ah Ju." Sikong Jieyue said in a deep voice.

"Look for yourself." Zhao Huaian threw out a jade slip at this time, "I don't know what happened to Sikong Ju, but you'd better be mentally prepared...Maybe Sikong Ju at this time has already Not the one you knew."

  Sikong Zhaiyue hastily took the jade slip, and poured a burst of spiritual power into it to activate the jade slip.

  I saw some images began to appear on the jade slips... it was what happened in the hive, there was no sound, the first-person vision... Zhao Huaian's vision.

   "Ah Ju!?" Seeing Sikong Ju's strange appearance in the jade slip, Sikong Jieyue stood on the spot for a moment, "How could it become like this..."

  He read it over and over again, as if to verify the content inside, and as if to verify the authenticity of the jade slip.

Zhao Huai'an said at this time: "I escaped from here after a narrow escape. I didn't expect that there was such a huge beehive hidden in the courtyard... Fortunately, Mr. Luo, you left early, otherwise it would be a big trouble But now, Sikong Ju is able to control those two-headed lizards, I'm afraid it will be more troublesome! Old man Sikong, don't you think that there will be bad things if you lure your son to the [Red King's Tomb]?"

"I really can't help it." Sikong Jieyue said in a daze: "I just hope that when I'm gone, ah, he can stand up... [Red King's Tomb] I have been here many times, this kid is very smart, As long as he can remember what I have taught him, according to my tips on the road, he will only be safe from danger along the way. I hope he can grow up, but why, why... like this?"

  He looked at everyone blankly.

Zhao Huai'an said indifferently: "Parents' expectations of their children will always exceed their own abilities...【You are my son, you can do it】...In this way, in my opinion, it is more like encouragement than encouragement. It's a curse."

  Sikong Zhaiyue put down the jade slip in his hand dejectedly, his face pale.

  Zhao Huaian said: "You are so nervous about this son, why don't you go find him?"

  Sikong Zhaiyue said: "I can't get out."

"what?"

  Sikong Zhaiyue said irritably: "I can't get out! After the 【Red City】appears, unless the Scarlet King Sacrifice is over and the place returns to its original appearance, there is no way out at all!"

   "Return to the original appearance?" Zhao Huaian asked subconsciously: "What appearance?"

   "An empty city!"

  Zhao Huai'an frowned and said, "In other words, everything you see here is nothingness... just an illusion?"

   "Illusion?" Sikong Jieyue sneered and said, "Didn't you feel what you ate?"

  He pointed to the maid again and said, "The clay tablet of sword intent that I was pitted by this girl was taken out of this so-called illusion, and now it is in the hands of old man Cao. Do you think it is nothingness?"

   "Mr., it's a normal business." The maid suddenly narrowed her eyes.

At this time, the little old man slapped his mouth on the table vigorously, and said with nothing to love: "Every time I think of me, I feel like I will die. Can I be angry? My son's life or death is uncertain now, and I am very angry now." Big! I'll kill you..."

  The little old man stood up abruptly, pulled out a knife, and acted viciously.

  In an instant, a structured spear emerged from the void, pointed straight at the old man's brow, and spun gently.

"I'll kill you..." The little old man who had just stood up suddenly sat down, "No... wow, bullying the old man! It's unreasonable! Help! Young people don't talk about martial arts! Wow! My son... why is my life so miserable! I have a hundred-year-old mother who is addicted to it every day..."

  I saw old man Sikong rolling directly on the ground at this time, his legs were scrambling, and he burst into tears.

   "This old man..." Zhao Huaian is stupid, he has never seen such a shameless [senior]...but as a [senior] don't get up, he is indeed invincible.

   attracted onlookers.

  In fact, in the small shop, there is only one boss whose wife runs away with others—but the boss dare not move, the [God] princess is sitting there, and there are two...

   "Old man, you don't have to go out." Mr. Luo suddenly said at this time: "Because your son may also come."

  Sikong Zhaiyue stopped crying immediately, sat up immediately, and said in a daze, "What did you say?"

  Master Luo pointed.

  Sikong Jieyue and Zhao Huai'an looked in that direction subconsciously—there was a small two-headed lizard lying on the stovetop of the steam oven outside the small shop.

  The eyelids of the heterogeneous eyes opened and closed, as if they were looking at everything here...the appearance was extremely weird.

   "Ah Ju?" Sikong Zhaiyue shuddered violently, and rushed towards the two-headed lizard on the stove.

  Seeing the two-headed lizard turn around and jump down, it jumped into the crowd with incomparable agility, and Sikong Jieyue caught up in an instant... Zhao Huaian followed it without thinking.

  The shop owner was taken aback by this move.

  Master Luo said: "Boss, pay the bill."

  …

  …

   It's considered handsome and beautiful... this line.

  Looking around, Duobao is curious about everything here—mainly the street snacks.

  Compared to him, the twin sisters are much more reliable. At this time, they are paying attention to their surroundings...especially in the hidden corners, to see if there is a secret code left by the two masters—no.

  【Miss Lan】At this time, there was a slight itching in the palm of her hand... It was some kind of signal from 【Xiao Zuo】hidden in her left hand.

  —Great Mistress, I smell something bad...

  [Miss Lan] nodded calmly.

  After entering this big city, there seems to be a feeling of being integrated into it naturally.

   "Have you noticed that the language of this city is quite ancient." Chiho Kaguya pondered: "I have only seen this ancient language in some ancient documents."

  【Miss Lan】Looked at Kaguya Qianfeng in surprise—there were a lot of ups and downs.

  Kaguya Chiho frowned, "What do you mean?"

   "No!" [Miss Lan] blinked her eyes and said, "I actually thought your head was just muscles, but I didn't expect..."

  Kaguya Chiho told himself not to be angry...so **** angry!

   "Duobao, Duobao, let's go, don't look!" My sister suddenly called out at this moment.

  I saw the young man standing in front of a stall selling sesame seed cakes, sucking his fingers, drooling... My sister rolled her eyes, walked straight, and had no choice but to drag this guy away.

   "Senior sister, there is something..." Duobao hurriedly pointed.

   "What is it?" My sister glanced subconsciously, but saw a small two-headed alien species crawling across the country quickly on the eaves of the stall. My sister was stunned, "This big one?"

  However, in this city, humans and alien races can coexist. Seeing a two-headed lizard crawling past, the twin sister didn't take it seriously...

   "Sister, here is the mark of the uncle!" The younger sister summoned at this time.

  Here [Miss Lan] and Chiho Kaguya also heard the movement... I saw the twin sisters standing in front of an alley and waving.

The place where the    mark is located is an inconspicuous corner of the wall.

   "Well, it is indeed a sign of our sect..." The twin sister pulled Duobao over and took a look, "This is not a sign of danger. It seems that the uncle and the others have not encountered any danger for the time being."

   "It's pointing this way." Zi Yan pointed to the depths of the alley and said.

   "Let's go, go ahead and have a look." Qing Yan immediately walked forward.

"Wait a minute." [Miss Lan] suddenly stopped everyone at this moment—she was squatting in the corner at this time, reached out and touched the mark on the wall, and said in a deep voice: "Your uncle, you are separated!" How long?"

  Qing Yan subconsciously said: "How long have you been separated? They came in at the front, and we followed behind. It's not more than two hours before and after. How long can it be? Why, is there a problem with the mark?"

   "This mark..." [Miss Lan] frowned and said, "Do you feel like it was only engraved for two hours?"

  The marks on the corner of the wall are mottled, which are the old marks of the years.

  (end of this chapter)