Chapter 946 Lin En, Who Is the Lord of Plague?

The thick stone door is silent, and the illusory aperture condenses into reality. What answered Nilka was not a human voice, but a melodious melody:

"Woo——"

Nilka stood suddenly. He lowered his face, lowered his head, folded his hands in front of his abdomen, and remained motionless. There was darkness at the end of the stone room, with only a little phosphorescence floating around. A woman with a slender waist sat with her back.

If you look closely, the phosphorescence is all at the ends of her hair, the large and small snake eyes that open and close, and the hissing snake messages. In the dark room, just taking a look at it will make people feel chilly for no reason.

The woman held a long pipe-like instrument in both hands and played leisurely. As the music swirled, her long hair also raised its head, circled, fell, and moved in waves, just like the dance of ten thousand snakes.

After playing a piece of music, the snake's hair slowly fell down his 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 any sound. It wasn't until the song ended that she walked forward in small steps and said respectfully:

"teacher."

"What is it, Nilka?"

The woman put down her tambourine, turned around and looked up. The face revealed under the faint phosphorescent light was none other than Chihuakoto, who was conferring with the leaders in the great temple.

Her appearance was ordinary, it could even be said that her outline was flat and her vitality and blood were dry, which would not have been noticeable even if she was thrown into the pile of female slaves under the tower. However, the three-color runes of golden, dark black and bright red flying sideways at the end of her eyes add infinite mystery and majesty to her. At a glance, she cannot look hard.

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 called the student's name calmly. Feeling the 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 black 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 shakily. Chihuakoto, 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 for you to be 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, it is not your will. when."

"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 it." 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, her steps became much more brisk, and her clothes carried the wind, gliding quietly in the stone corridor. The middle-level priestesses along the way met her head-on. They all stepped aside and bowed their heads in salute:

"Lord Nilka."

"Nilka the Snake."

"grown ups--"

Nilka nodded to them reservedly and glided past them quickly. Down, down, into the dense dungeon on the fifth floor underground. Close your eyes, slowly adjust your breathing, and then enter through the stone wall as usual.

Under the oil lamp, the Necromancer was sitting upright on the stone bed as usual. His fingertips traced back and forth on the edge of the stone bed, his lips opened and closed, and he muttered words.

White lines have been drawn on the edge of the stone bed. It's unknown 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, the muscles on his face and hands were already pale. However, the cheeks seem to be slightly plumper, and are no longer so thin and sunken as before.

"Master Lin En~~~"

Nilda called softly. The black-robed necromancer said coldly without raising his head:

"Shh!"

I just reached a critical point! 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 watched Lin En's calculations intently for a while, then suddenly asked:

"Who is the Plague Lord?"

Lynn: "Cough cough cough cough cough -"

He was so frightened that he choked a mouthful of water into his trachea, touched his chest and started coughing. He was hunched over, coughing until tears came to his eyes, and Nilda didn't even bother to sit next to him and pat his back gently:

"Cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough cough...

After coughing for a long time, Lin En 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 edge of the wall, and faced Nilda:

"Why do you ask?"

"What do you think?" Nilda's eyes wandered, staring at him with joy. Lin En took a long breath, calmed down, and said to her seriously:

"He is a very powerful magician. He is very accomplished 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.