Every word has been carefully studied over and over again. Although it is impossible for ordinary people to recognize these words, Uncle Qi, who has a family tradition of making money, has done a lot of research on these hieroglyphics.
After careful consideration one by one, he finally read the two lines of small characters at the front of the stone gate.
"So that's it." Uncle Qi closed his eyes and digested these things. After a long time, he opened his eyes, and a bright light flashed in his eyes.
"Uncle Qi, stop pretending and tell me what it means." Ye Er said anxiously.
"General Ye'er, the general meaning of this is that the Pharaoh is the spokesperson of the gods, and his resting place is sacred and inviolable." Uncle Qi said, "Anyone who violates it will definitely be cursed and die."
"Hahaha, these things are just children's playthings. Do you think I will really be scared?"
Ye Er laughed heartily, he didn't take the curse in front of him seriously at all.
Come to think of it, Yeer is a murderous master who lives in their villages one after another. He is also a well-known figure within their Red Skull.
What kind of person has this kind of person never seen in the world? Would he be afraid of a mere curse?
In his opinion, these curses were just things to scare children. As General Yeer, he would not take these things seriously at all.
"No, General Yeer, strictly speaking, this place is the tomb of the last pharaoh, although I don't know why the pharaoh left Egypt and built the tomb here."
"But this place is definitely not an ordinary place, and the pharaohs of ancient Egypt did have some abilities that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. So, don't take the things in front of you seriously."
"In other words, these things are indeed magical?" Yeer became serious. He raised his head, looked at the two lines of words above, and sneered: "So what?"
"I have killed countless people, my body is covered with blood, and I am full of evil spirits. Buddhas should kill Buddhas, and devils should kill demons. Even the power of the curse will not affect who can get me. Now think of a way to open the door in front of you.
Alright."
Uncle Qi hesitated for a moment. He really had no good way to deal with this god of death. Although Ye'er could be disrespectful to these things, he couldn't.
After all, he comes from a gold-touching family, and some things are taboo. It is said that ghosts and gods must be respected.
So he nodded immediately, then knelt down on the ground, clasped his hands together, picked up the dagger, and slightly poked at his heart, breaking a little skin.
For places like this that they have never been to, their family's ancestral precepts will usually be sacrificed with the blood of their hearts.
He doesn't have real passion, but if he breaks a little skin and lets out a little blood, it can be regarded as passion in his heart.
He was silently reciting difficult scriptures. His seventh uncle's ancestors were immigrants from China.
Although his lineage has declined, he has traveled around the world and learned about the past and present, and he does have some real skills in his hands.
The scriptures he read were not traditional scriptures, but some methods to break the curse.
After chanting for a long time, he raised the dagger again and scratched the palm of his hand. Blood dripped down his hand and fell to the ground.
I saw the blood slowly forming on the ground, forming a small puddle. Then Uncle Qi took a deep breath, and then he slowly stood up.
Ye Er was already waiting impatiently. To be honest, with his bad temper, if someone else had been so dilly-dallying, he would have shot him in the head with a single shot.
But Uncle Qi in front of him cannot do that. After all, this man is an expert. When he goes to an unknown place, he must have a capable guide.
There is no doubt that Uncle Qi is the most suitable candidate for him, so when Uncle Qi performs these rituals, he will wait patiently until the other party completes the ritual.
"Is it okay now?" Ye Er asked.
"Not yet." Uncle Qi stared at the pool of blood underground, and saw that as time went by, the blood slowly spread in all directions, and finally formed a mysterious symbol.
After seeing this symbol, Uncle Qi couldn't help being surprised, and his face gradually became ugly.
"What's wrong?" Ye'er was already impatient. He stared at Uncle Qi coldly.
"General Ye'er, this is a rule passed down from our family. Every time you enter an unknown place, you must place a blood curse."
Uncle Qi pointed to the blood symbol on the ground: "This is the blood curse passed down in our family, but from a literal point of view, this place is not very friendly."
"Just tell me directly what this symbol means." Ye Er stared at him and said, "There is no need to talk nonsense about the rest. You talk too much and I don't understand it."
"Yes, this means that my trip will be very ominous and there will be a bloody disaster." Uncle Qi said, "That's why I behave like this when I see this symbol."
"Haha, do you Chinese people like to be so arrogant?" Ye'er stared at Uncle Qi, with a hint of murderous intent on his face.
He spent a lot of money to invite Uncle Qi to come over, not to listen to his nonsense. He wanted to see the results. As long as there were results, he could do anything. As for the process and how many people would die, it didn't matter at all.
What about the omen of great misfortune? What about the disaster of blood and light? Even if there is a blood sacrifice, he has more than a hundred loyal subordinates here. As long as he gives an order, these subordinates of his will sacrifice their lives for him without hesitation.
"No, this is the rule handed down from our ancestors. When encountering this kind of situation, we will retreat when we can." Uncle Qi shook his head, looking a little embarrassed.
In this life, it is difficult for people to make decisions about respecting ghosts and gods. Uncle Qi is such a person.
Because he understands these things, he is afraid of them. In comparison, Ye Guangzhi is a person who knows nothing. When he encounters people like him, he will just go ahead and do it, no matter what.
So he sneered at these mysterious things.
"Haha, that's how you Chinese people are. It's hard to make a decision when things happen. Since you can't decide, what's the use of me keeping you?"
Ye Er laughed ferociously, revealing his sharp teeth. He stared at Uncle Qi coldly: "And do we still have a way out now?"
"There is no way out, Mr. Yeer, that's not what I meant. I didn't say we should retreat. It's just that in this situation, we have to be in awe." Uncle Qi said quickly.
Indeed, there is no way out now. Now that they have arrived here, they must keep going along this road.
"Why don't you think of a way quickly? It's just a door. If you can't open it, I'm going to use my own methods." Ye Er sneered.