Gold escape plan

The same number was impressively written on the two signs.

In this case, however, the side that counts the goal wins.

They lost.

Ma Xiaorui didn't feel much at first, until the people around him felt relieved, he fell into an ice cave...

His hands were locked behind his back, his shoulders were pressed down, and his upper body was forced to lower down.He now feels that there is a heavy burden in his heart, and he can't breathe.

They were locked together in a party and taken to a huge steeple.

The exterior decoration of the steeple house is very similar to that of a European nunnery. From the inside, it is a huge courtyard with a roof.The tiles and carvings are very exquisite, and there are a row of doors on each side, and there is a shrine on each door.

... What a superstition.

He was thrown into one of the rooms.

While stabilizing his body, the door behind him closed with a bang.

The people outside opened the small hole in the door again and looked in.Then close it and lock it.

Ma Xiaorui twitched the corner of his mouth and cursed, "Fuck!", and began to carefully observe the interior of the room.

Simple toilets, water pipes, tables and chairs, beds, even tablecloths and sheets, really like a hotel room, except, no windows...

There are a few vents at the angle between the wall and the roof, which can let some light into the room.However, each vent should not exceed 20 cm in diameter.

Unless he had a hammer to chisel a wall, it was a dream to get out.

sister's...

A probing voice came from next door: "Xiao Rui?"

"Hul?"

"It's me!" Xu Er shouted, his voice sank again: "We are going to die..."

Ma Xiaorui was startled when he said a word in a low voice and depressed.

"Heaven...there is no way out." He slowly sat down against the wall, and comforted him: "Until the last moment, how do you know there is no hope of escaping? Right?"

Ma Xiaorui glanced at the room again - it was true that there was little hope.

"Hope?" Xu Er's voice was a little trembling, trying to suppress: "There is no hope. My... family, they don't care about me. I came to the basketball game because I was so hungry..."

"Forget it, let's not talk about this." Xu Er said in a light tone: "Xiao Rui, I remember you are from another place?"

"Well. East, I came from the east."

"It must be beautiful there?" Xu Er asked.

"...Well, it's beautiful."

There are his classmates and friends, white flour steamed buns and rice, a spacious laboratory, and the scientific research he loves... I didn't feel anything before, but now it seems that everything is so beautiful.

He wants to go back.

"It's fine if you get killed, then you can go back." Ma Xiaorui murmured.

"No!" Xu Er's voice was urgent: "When a person dies, there is nothing left. What's the use of returning home?"

Ma Xiaorui: No, I am different from you...

A second later, he suddenly reacted——

God, what are you thinking?

"That's right, Xu Er, let's find a way to escape..." he said.

The small hole in the door was pushed open with a bang, and someone put a bowl of polenta and a stack of side dishes on the door.

Ma Xiaorui got up and looked out.

There are low-level priests patrolling the courtyard, coming and going.Every third room is guarded by a man on guard.Even the door locks that closed them were locked directly from the outside.

No chance.

Ma Xiaorui sighed and ate the meal.

In fact, death is nothing, and he has no nostalgia for this world.What he was afraid of was the feeling that the tip of the knife cut the flesh and the internal organs were torn apart.Being killed is only a momentary thing, but torture seems to last forever...

Ma Xiaorui looked at the door that was locked again after taking away the empty bowl, and fell into deep thought.

That night, the person who came to deliver the food put the food in the room one by one. An hour later, he came to collect the empty bowls, but found that there was a food on the door panel, which had not been touched.

He bent down to look in, and the man was huddled on the bed board, motionless, with the quilt covering his head to his feet.

Every time there are people who commit suicide early because of fear, I don't know if this one died too.

He spat on the ground, opened the door and went in to check the situation.

The human sacrifice was pale, sweating profusely, covering his stomach with his hands, breathing hard.

The man was startled, and hurriedly called a colleague over, and the two of them worked together to lift him out and put him in the yard.

Ma Xiaorui listened carefully to the movement around him, and let the two of them investigate his situation.The abdomen was kneaded for a long time, and he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to curse.Then he groaned weakly.

The two of them didn't move, and Ma Xiaorui heard one of them say: "Go to the witch doctor", and then he was memorized.

In the yard, there are at least three low-level priests: now is not a good time.

After walking a few steps, the surrounding light suddenly dimmed, and there was also the unique cool wind blowing on the face at night, and the voice became noisy.

Ma Xiaorui opened his eyes slightly, they had already left the nunnery, in the big square outside.

There are only two low-level priests around, one of whom is carrying him on his back, and the other is following.

The moon is dark and the night is killing, and the wind is high and the sky is set on fire.

He doesn't kill, he doesn't set fire, he runs away.

He suddenly grabbed the hat of the man carrying him, jumped down, kicked the man behind him, and ran away.

The two priests yelled and chased after them, and at the same time sent a signal to the sky.

Ma Xiaorui quickly plucked all the feathers from the hat, leaving only an iron ring.The tips of the feathers were still sharp, and he bit them in his mouth.

Two more priests surrounded him in front, Ma Xiaorui untied the shawl on his body, shook off the white cloth, and threw it at them...

He didn't dare to look back, but he could tell from the sound alone that there were quite a few people chasing him.He threw the iron ring in his hand at the priests who surrounded him in front.

Palenque's sacrificial area is too big, too big... and they are all their people.This was originally the sacrificial area, and almost all the priests were here.

He ran panting and his hands and feet were cold from tension.As far as the eye can see from the big square, there is not even a place to hide.

There were people outflanking him in front, so he changed direction and continued running, but there were still people.He changes direction again, and more.Change again, and...

He stopped, panting heavily.

I am surrounded.

He smiled, took off the feathers in his mouth, and held them with both hands.The civilian area is in front of it, the sky is high and the land is wide when you rush over, let the birds fly.

He ran towards the weakest point of the encirclement, piercing the tip of the feather to the opponent's eyes.The opponent stretched out his hand to resist, and the feathers snapped.

He let go of the feather cover in his hand, and pushed away the priest who stopped him.

The eyes are wide open.

But a huge net fell from the sky.Finally covered the bird that was trying to escape.

Ma Xiaorui fell to the ground, tearing and kicking inside the net, but the net got tighter and tighter.After a few minutes, he resigned himself to not moving.

Walking in front of him was a man in priestly robes, the clothes were very luxurious.Ma Xiaorui frowned——

He found that this man's clothes were somewhat similar to Huo Qin's!

The priests next to him bowed and saluted, with respect in their eyes: "High Priest."

The high priest looked down at him for a while, then said softly: "Tomorrow, kill him."

Ma Xiaorui was tied up and locked on the altar.Next to him were two priests who were guarding him, and they glanced this way from time to time to make sure that he hadn't escaped.

Even if it was an excuse to go to the toilet, they were stared at by the two of them, and the chains would not be opened.

——In this case, if I can escape, the sow can climb the tree...

It was late at night, he hadn't eaten at night, and his stomach hurt from hunger.

It was as if the stomach was saying to him: Why don't you give me something to eat?Why did you abuse me?

Ma Xiaorui: Brother, I won't abuse you, you will be dug out tomorrow.

Grinning his teeth, he drove Jingfenrui out, staring at the bonfire raised by the priest in a daze.

The red and yellow flames danced, accompanied by crackling sparks, and finally there was a bit of sound.

In the afternoon, he thought that if he ran out, he would find a way to rescue Xu Er.

But now, just think about it.

After all, it's a game.

He endured physical pain for a while, and then he could return to reality.And everything here is just a series of numbers, in fact, only he takes it seriously.

He somewhat admired the game designer, who created the whole world.And in this world, one ring is one ring, the logic is excellent, and it is no different from the real one.It can be seen that that person has put in a lot of effort.

However, it has never been heard of it in the formal market before.It's a completely useless little game...

Mee Po... who designed it?What about Huo Qin?Who is it again?

He stared at the dancing flames, suddenly froze and narrowed his eyes.

He just saw a strand of ginger-yellow hair floating past the flames at an extremely fast speed, like a cat's tail.

However, looking at it again, it seemed to be sparks jumping out of the fireball... He blinked.

He looked at the two priests, nothing unusual.

Oh, that's not mee bo.

That cute cat said that to rescue him by force is to destroy the game forcibly...

And he is just an ordinary player.

It was another night that Ma Xiaorui didn't sleep well, and huge dark circles appeared under his eyes.

As the sun rose, he was roughly pulled up, and the priest painted his whole body blue.

Then there was a frantic and restless drumbeat.He was pressed on the altar, spread out into a "big" character, and someone held down his hands and feet.

The high priest stood beside the altar and took out a piece of paper from his pocket.Facing the sun that was already high in the sky, the reason for the sacrifice was read——

"The lord of the city has not recovered from a long illness... Palenque has not yet rained... Dedicated the most precious life to the gods... I hope to get the forgiveness and favor of the gods..."

Cut, I really thought I was an envoy of God... Ma Xiaorui closed his eyes.

Sometimes he didn't understand that with the knowledge of astronomy and science and technology mastered by the Mayans, they could clearly deduce when it would rain, but they still did it like this... Isn't it contradictory?

The originally dazzling light was blocked by something.He could even imagine the priest who was blocking the sun bending over with a knife in his hand.In the darkness, fear grew wildly like weeds.

However, the severe pain during the waiting did not come.

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