The thick stone door was silent, and the illusory aperture was condensed into reality. The answer to Nilka was not a human voice, but a melodious melody:
"Woo"
Nilka suddenly stood still. She lowered her face, lowered her head, and folded her hands in front of her abdomen, motionless. The end of the stone room was dark, with only a little phosphorescence floating around, and a woman with a slender waist sat with her back.
If you look closely, you will see that the phosphorescent light is all at the ends of her hair, the large and small snake eyes that open and close, and the hissing snake letters. In the dark room, just one look at it will make people feel chilled for no reason.
The woman held up a long pipe-like instrument with both hands and played leisurely. The sound of the music swirled, and her long hair also raised her head, circled, fell, and moved forward in waves, just like the dance of ten thousand snakes.
After playing a piece of music, the snake's hair slowly fell down her shoulders. She took another tambourine, beat it gently, and sang softly:
"Are there flowers blooming and falling in the underworld on the other side?"
"In the afterlife, will we be dead or alive?"
"Like pictures, we will be wiped away, like flowers, we will eventually dry up..." (Note 1)
Nilka stood silently with bated breath. The snake heads in her hair and the pearls on her arms were all frozen in place, not daring to make a sound. It was not until the song was finished that she walked forward in small steps and respectfully
Vocal:
"teacher."
"What's the matter, Nilka?"
The woman put down the tambourine, turned around and raised her head. Under the faint phosphorescent light, her face was revealed. It was Chihuakoto who had been discussing with the leaders in the big temple.
She has an ordinary appearance, one can even say that her outline is flat, and her vitality and blood are dry, even if she is thrown into the pile of female slaves under the tower, it will not show up. However, the golden, dark black, and bright red runes flying sideways at the end of her eyes add to her
The infinite mystery and majesty can't be looked at at a glance.
Nilka carried a heart, carefully stepped forward, and knelt down in front of the teacher. She lowered her head, put her forehead on the teacher's knee, and whispered:
"Teacher, the necromancer I captured...can you...can you not hand it over?"
"Nilka."
Chihuakoto calmly called the student's name. Feeling her body on her knees trembling, she said softly:
"Snakes shed their skin again and again, constantly moving from death to rebirth. And we female snakes, like the snake god, walk on the boundary between life and death, becoming the bridge between this world and the other side. You are my most qualified disciple...
…”
She raised her hand and stroked Nilka's hair. The long ink-colored hair was quiet under her hands, the snake's eyes were closed, the snake remained silent, and the ends were not enlarged, just like the hair of an ordinary girl:
"Although we have returned from death and relied on divine power to survive forever, we will eventually fall into death. My time is running out. Among the seven female snakes, you, the one who retains the most vitality, will one day succeed Chihuakoto
s position."
"teacher……"
Nilka shouted in a trembling voice. Chivakoto, the leader of the snake god priests who had forgotten his name and was named "Female Snake", stroked the female disciple's long hair again and said slowly:
"The man you left behind is also a person who walks between life and death and explores the mysteries of death. It is natural that you are attracted to him, so I will let you go. As a female snake, I am just a man, it doesn't matter.
Can’t afford to keep it.”
"But not now." At this point, Chivacotto lowered his head slightly, lifted his student's chin with his long pointed nails, and forced her to look at him:
"Nilka, we need help to deal with the alliance between the plague girl and the white ghost. The oracle has recognized that the youngest son of the God of Thunder, the Lord of Plague, can protect our compatriots from the plague. Now, this is not the time for you to be willful.
"
"But teacher!" Nilka raised her head unconvinced:
"I have a hunch that the Lord of the Plague is here for the Necromancer! What if we hand the person over to him and he just runs away? By then, the disease will be unavoidable, and the Necromancer will be gone, and everything will be in vain!
"
"Then you go and verify." Chihuakoto lowered his eyebrows and said calmly:
"Just relying on conjecture, what's the use of coming to me to ask? Nilka, I allow you to see the necromancer, to verify, to make lies, but you are not allowed to use punishment! Once you have confirmed information, you can come to see me again!"
"Thank you teacher!"
Nilka said happily. With the teacher's permission, she even walked much more briskly, and her clothes were windy, gliding quietly in the stone corridor. The middle-level priestesses along the way met her head-on, and they all stayed aside.
Bow and salute:
"Lord Nilka."
"Nilka."
"grown ups"
Nilka nodded to them reservedly and returned the favor, and quickly slid past them. Down, down, walked into the strict dungeon on the fifth floor underground. She closed her eyes, adjusted her breathing slowly, and then walked through the stone wall and entered as usual.
Under the oil lamp, the Necromancer was sitting upright on the stone bed as usual. His fingertips were scratching the edge of the stone bed, his lips were opening and closing, and he was mumbling something.
White lines have been drawn on the edge of the stone bed. I don't know how many times his nails have been smoothed and his fingertips have been scratched several times.
After not seeing the light of day for half a year, his face and hand muscles were already pale. However, his cheeks seemed to be slightly plumper, no longer as thin and sunken as before.
"Master Lin En~"
Nilda called softly. The black-robed necromancer didn't even raise his head and said coldly:
"Shh!"
I just reached a key point in my calculations! Don't bother me!
Nilda pouted, but she was used to this kind of treatment, and sat down on the stone bench opposite with a smile. She looked at Lin En's calculations intently for a while, and suddenly asked:
"Who is the Plague Lord?"
Lynn: "Cough cough cough cough"
He was so frightened that he choked a mouthful of water into his trachea, touched his chest and coughed loudly. He bent over and coughed until tears came to his eyes. Even Nilda sat down next to him and patted his back gently:
After coughing for a long time, Linn finally took a breath and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. He calmed down, moved as hard as he could to the wall, and faced Nilda:
"Why are you asking this?"
"What do you think?" Nilda's eyes wandered, staring at him with joy. Lin En took a long breath, calmed down, and looked at her seriously:
"He is a very powerful magician. He has made great achievements in studying how to control, block, and eliminate plague. I have only heard of this. Why do you suddenly ask about this?"
"He broke into the Eagle Kingdom and wanted to enter the pyramid, but we caught him." Nilda smiled mysteriously:
"My teacher tortured him personally and used divine power to make him tell the truth. He said that he is the youngest son of the God of Thunder, the Lord of Plague, and he came to save you..."
For a moment, Linn's heart started beating wildly.
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Note 1:
Poems written by Nezahuall Coyotl, the founder of Mesoamerican thought.