Chapter 110: God of Rebirth

The expression on the woman's face made An Wujiu want to laugh, obviously she was stunned by Shen Ti's "sweet words".

Is it possible that in this dungeon, he and the priest played by Shen Ti are really on the same level?

For a moment, because of this setting, An Wujiu doubted Shen Ti's trump card, but quickly denied the idea.

The altar will not reveal the hole cards in such a simple way of character relationship, otherwise there will be no need for the morning sacrifice.

The woman recovered from her amazement, and immediately led them into the inner room, "It's cold outside, you two come first, I'll light a small stove, it will be warmer."

"Why do they say we don't get along?" Shen Ti asked after entering.

"Ah," the woman's face showed a slightly embarrassed look, "It's just that you two have different ways of treating gods, and..."

"What else?"

"Some say... your partner is in love with this priest, so you are..."

"Rivals in love?" Shen Ti was very new to this relationship, and found it very interesting, "This setting is not bad, right?"

An Wujiu just thought he was not serious and smiled.

What's good, it's just right now.

The furnishings in the room are unfamiliar to An Wujiu, just from the stonework in the room, the productivity here should not be high, I am afraid it is a very early era. On the wall were strings of dried corn hung with twine, and some dried husks in the shape of brown spindles.

"That was last year's cocoa husk."

The woman spoke warmly and kindly, and while speaking, she bent down and wiped the two stone chairs with a cloth. These two chairs carved from basalt are obviously the most delicate and time-consuming items in this room. In addition to the carved patterns and totems, the top of the chairs is also inlaid with two round obsidian as decoration.

"Please sit down, two priests." The woman's complexion was very dark, and her facial features were slightly deeper than that of an Asian race like him, but she still had black hair and black pupils.

"It's been so cold these two days, I swear to the sun, I've never seen such heavy snow since I was born, you know, it never snows here."

She was not wearing thick clothes, but she was layered on many layers to keep warm, and there was an unfinished quilt on the stone sill beside the windowsill.

The woman said her name was Yasia, and she kindly and respectfully added two bowls of polenta for the two of them, "Try it, I made it yesterday."

Her face was filled with apologies for the poor reception. An Wu Jiu stared at the hot bowl of porridge, thinking that it was the plot guide, before they even said anything, the NPC already brought the porridge up.

He couldn't speak, so he had to nod to thank her, Shen Ti thanked him for him, and explained: "He caught a cold last night and his throat can't speak."

"So it is." Yasia took out a coarse cloth blanket and put it on An Wujiu, "Please be careful about your body."

Drinking half a bowl of polenta, An Wu Jiu felt his body warm up. Yasia confided to them the pain caused by this blizzard. The corn they had worked so hard to plant was crushed by the snow, and a year of work was in vain. Even a corner of a friend's house collapsed. The high priest of the festival is now also in retreat, and no one is seen for the time being.

The snow seemed to bring everything to a standstill.

"What kind of person is the High Priest?" Shen Ti was curious and blurted out.

"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 a gray-haired old man, sometimes a child, and sometimes a sturdy young man, he is ever-changing, and he can also transform into the shape of animals, jaguars, pythons, lizards... these are all his One of the incarnations."

An Wujiu sounds a little weird.

I always feel that she is not describing a high priest, but a stone statue enshrined in the temple.

All in one.

"It is difficult for us to see the true face of the high priest, and 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 previous one." Shen Ti commented, thinking in his heart that everything else he thought was exaggerated, but the high priest was half as good as An Wujiu, and it could also be called "extremely beautiful" "Well, even An Wu Jiu's appearance exists, she is still her own wife, and there is nothing to exaggerate.

"Yes, according to their description, it's the same as you." Yasia faced Shen Ti, "Has a pair of green, snake-like eyes."

Shen Ti blinked.

"My eyes are not like snakes, mine are more like cats. Have you ever seen a cat?"

Yasia shook her head, "What beast is that?"

"Isn't it?" Shen Ti said deliberately, "That is the most ferocious beast in the world."

An Wu Jiu knew that he didn't say a few serious words, so he was still amused.

While the two of them were talking, he was holding a stone bowl and looking at the picture drawn on the wall, which was very similar to the one in the temple, except that there were many human figures on the ceiling of the temple, which seemed to represent different God, and there is only one person on the wall of Yasia's house, his left hand is stretched forward, his right hand is raised, he has a shield, his whole body is golden, and his head is decorated with colorful feathers.

"My son drew this." Yasia was quite proud, "I really hope the **** of rebirth can bless us, get through this disaster quickly, and let the blood moon end soon."

Shen Ti stood up and pointed at the mural without concealing his ignorance, "Is this the **** of rebirth?"

Yasia was stunned, then nodded again, "Yes."

"What is the Rebirth Method?"

"He..." Yasia answered Shen Ti blankly, "He sacrificed himself so that humans could obtain food and survive..."

"What kind of rebirth is that?" Shen Ti shook his head, "It's clearly a death sentence."

His insensitivity to human beings made him unable to empathize with such a god. He is clearly a human being, and human beings will do such self-serving things, 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 at the obsidian cup on the table to divert her attention.

And Yasia is also true, she said to An Wujiu: "This is the cup I made a long time ago." Then, she suddenly thought of something.

"Oh yes, please wait, I did what another priest asked me to do last time." Yasia went to another room, An Wujiu followed Going forward, they found that there was an altar in that room, 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, there are every household in the Water City, and we will offer the most exquisite handicrafts as sacrifices to the gods." Yasia said, and took a piece from the shelf against the wall. With a black knife, he came out and gave An Wujiu both hands.

Listening to her words, Shen Ti finally understood why people here are so good at stone carving craftsmanship. It seems that religious belief drives local productivity.

"I heard that the previous one is old, and we rushed to make a new one, what do you think?"

This knife is also made of obsidian, the whole body is foggy black, and the blade is very thin.

An Wu Jiu nodded slightly to express her gratitude. According to the game settings of the altar, this obsidian knife is probably the item they need to obtain from the NPC.

Soon, Yasia's husband came back, he threw the cut branches to the ground, and when he 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 to hunt here." Yasia explained to him, "We grow corn for a living, and even poultry is hard to eat, those are sacrificed to Noble."

A gleam of light suddenly flashed in her husband's eyes, "But we will have food soon, and the leader and his subordinates will bring us a lot of food when they return. Please, the two of you, the day after tomorrow. Condescend to come and we'll prepare the best stew for the two of you."

Shen Ti raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't matter, you can eat by yourself."

"No, you must come!" The man's eyes were blank, staring at the two of them, as if he had fallen into evil, "Gods will come too."

Gods will come too.

An Wu Jiu doesn't understand the meaning of his words, could it be said that the day after tomorrow is an important day?

He knows that many areas where religious beliefs are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people will often hold religious-related activities, most of which are prayers and blessings, in many ways, such as banquets.

Is it the custom of hosting a banquet to pray to the gods on that day?

Under the hint of Yasia, the two had to leave the small house. At the moment when the door was opened, Feng Xue rushed towards him with Ling Lie's extreme cold, An Wu Jiu's face was almost numb, he and Shen Ti moved forward side by side, stepping on the thick snow step by step, making a creaking sound. On them was a bundle of tortillas from Yasia, and the obsidian knife.

You are reading story Survivorship Bias at novel35.com

He turned his head and said to Shen Ti with his lips: [I always find it weird here. ]

But Shen Ti didn't know if he really didn't understand or pretended he couldn't. He smiled in the bright snow, "What are you talking about?"

Just after finishing speaking, a tiny snowflake fell on An innocent eyelashes.

An Wujiu lowered his head and rubbed his eyes, reached out to take Shen Ti's hand, and wrote down what he wanted to say in his palm.

Shen Ti held his hand and smiled slightly, seeing that the tip of his nose was red from the cold, but his expression was very serious, with a contrasting cuteness.

"How?"

[I feel that these plots are not casual. ]

An Wujiu wrote this down stroke by stroke, then looked up at Shen Ti.

His eyes were bright and compassionate, perfectly matched with the snow.

It doesn't get any cleaner than this.

[Maybe there is something waiting to be revealed. ]

An Wujiu's hands were red from the cold in the wind and snow, and he rubbed his palms together, trying to get a little warmth.

The people here are accustomed to living in the tropics, and even the quilts have to be made fresh. die.

Shen Ti took An Wujiu's hand, made him stop, then took off his gloves and put them on An Wujiu.

This action made An Wu Jiao's mind that was thinking non-stop momentarily pause.

He tilted his head at Shen Ti and asked him with his lips 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 at him, and the crystal red earrings swayed, as if they were the only life in the snowy world.

He doesn't care who he scares anymore.

An Wu Jiu only wears one, Shen Ti has no choice but to keep the other. Wearing a pair of gloves, the two walked slowly holding hands in the snow.

After a few steps, a figure appeared in front.

They had a face-to-face with Zhou Yijue.

An Wujiu raised his head and looked at Zhou Yijue through the wind and snow. He thought he would turn a blind eye, but Zhou Yijue stopped and stopped in front of them.

"I want to know if you used your Easter egg card?"

It is rare for a person like him to be so straightforward and straight to the point.

An Wujiu couldn't answer him, so he just shook his head.

"You don't smoke at all, do you?" Zhou Yijue raised her eyebrows.

"What's your business?" Shen Ti smiled and choked him, "Why, do you want it?"

Zhou Yijue glanced at Shen Ti, then looked at An Wujiu, "I won't rob you, but if you win the resurrection card, I'm willing to exchange anything with you, as long as You speak, and I will find a way to fulfill it."

An Wujiu looked at him silently, the snow blurred Zhou Yijue's figure, and also blurred his scheming and calculations, leaving only a solitary desire.

He raised his hand and wrote behind Shen Ti.

After waiting for a while, Zhou Yijue didn't wait for An Wujiu's answer, which is natural, especially since they were competitors for two consecutive rounds, and they had suffered enough from the other side's set.

But he heard Shen Ti speak.

"No blame, he wants to know what you want the resurrection card to do?"

Zhou Yijue raised her head and frowned slightly.

After struggling for a while, An Wujiu actually read a trace of pain from this good disguise face.

"I want to save my lover." He finally raised his head and looked directly at An Wujiu.

In the snow, An Wu Jiu 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 are more than one, An Wu Jiao's heart will be shaken.

The person in front of him is clearly 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, "He won't give it."

An Wujiu twisted his arm, Shen Ti then changed his words painfully, "He said he thought about it and drew the card first."

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.

This is self-evident to Zhou Yijue.

Shen Ti didn't want An Wujiu to make an exchange, after all Zhou Yijue had many tricks and they almost got killed. But he knew that his values ​​could not influence An Wu Jiao's decision, just like An Wu Jiao would never force him to become a normal person.

As he was about to return to the temple, Shen Ti's sleeve was suddenly grabbed, he turned around, An Wujiu stretched out his hand to write on his arm.

He wrote very slowly, Shen Ti read word by word.

Those words pieced together a complete sentence little by little, and pieced together a picture of their first encounter.

[Why didn't you speak when you met me? I thought you couldn't speak. ]

If it weren't for the punishment this time, it would be difficult for An Wujiu to recall the first time he saw Shen Ti in the tense dungeon. But when he was unable to speak, the strange mask-wearing Shen Ti kept popping out in his mind, evoking his memories.

"I didn't want to talk at the beginning. I hated to communicate with people." Shen Ti told him that he had suffered a lot of unfair treatment for saying the wrong thing.

What about him before? Shen Ti, who had not met before, grew up from being ignorant of world affairs to now, and has experienced many bumps and setbacks before he was reluctant to even speak.

"People are boring, and pretending to be dumb makes it less troublesome."

Shen Ti only used this sentence to summarize the various people he met in the past and what they did.

After he finished speaking, he smiled, "But you are different."

Under the magnificent pyramid-shaped temple, the smile on his face seemed to be contaminated with divinity, but he was fresh and different.

"I only wanted to talk to you, because I was going to hug you on the duel stage, but if I hug you directly, you will definitely beat me."

An Wujiu's memory was recalled back to that day, thinking that at that time, Shen Ti interrupted the duel by saying "wait a minute", and then reached out to hug him. The corners of An Wujiu's mouth couldn't help but rise.

"If it wasn't for fear that others would think I was strange..." Shen Ti's tone was a little childish.

"I actually wanted to speak to you alone."

You can find story with these keywords: Survivorship Bias, Read Survivorship Bias, Survivorship Bias novel, Survivorship Bias book, Survivorship Bias story, Survivorship Bias full, Survivorship Bias Latest Chapter