The boy lied. He must have another way.

Manda longed for immortality and didn\'t hesitate to become a monster, but he still wanted to live like a man. In his last life, being able to walk upright with two feet was his only dignity and pride.

"If I know who my own God is, can I still be a believer in him?"

"No!" Manda shook her head decisively. "Those who betray TIPHON will completely fall into the abyss of hell, and the soul and body will turn into dust."

"Is there any way to deceive tifeng and let me not become his believer for the time being?"

"You want to deceive the gods?" Kunta whispered. "Are you crazy? You\'ll kill everyone in the valley!"

"Is there any way to deceive the count and let me not offer sacrifices to tifeng?"

"No one can deceive the count! He is a believer of the hundred eyed giant, and his eyes can see through all lies!"

Manda was silent for a long time and decided to communicate with Kunta in another way.

"There must be another way. As long as you tell me, I\'ll catch fish for you to eat."

"Who wants your fish? Can\'t I catch it myself?" Kunta looked at Manda contemptuously.

"As long as you tell me, I\'ll take you to steal lion girl\'s clothes, the most intimate one."

"You\'re so dirty!" Kunta angrily covered the quilt and stopped talking to Manda.

After living in the Jurassic for more than 80 years, Manda has long forgotten the way to communicate with humans. It seems that he has no possibility to convince Kunta.

You can always think of another way to eternal life. You don\'t have to rely on these monsters. Manda made up her mind to escape. In the next three days, he made more than a dozen escape plans, but he didn\'t have the courage to try.

There are people on duty at the mouth of the valley in turn. As far as Manda knows, there are at least six outposts. Everyone\'s skill is much better than himself. Strong rush is tantamount to death.

Manda stole a red blouse from the lion girl and gave it to Kunta. Kunta wanted to find out the location of the tunnel. Kunta was unmoved and told Sphinx that Manda was beaten.

On the eve of the sacrifice, Manda didn\'t give up. She still had a hard time with Kunta. Kunta sighed: "don\'t think about it. The count asked me to tell you the process of the sacrifice. After remembering it, I\'ll have a good sleep. After the sacrifice, I have to suffer for several days."

"OK, I remember," Manda picked up her pen and turned over the parchment full of words. "When the paper is used up, give me two more."

"Why do you have to write it on paper? Just keep it in mind!"

"Only what is written on paper can I remember."

"I gave you thirty pieces of parchment and you ran out. Do you know how expensive those papers are? What did you remember?"

Kunta grabbed Manda\'s notes. When she saw the words above, Kunta was stunned.

"What is this?"

Manda can\'t write the words of the world. He writes simplified Chinese characters.

"What the hell is this?" Kunta asked again.

"It\'s an ancient word," replied Manda deeply.

"I know more than a dozen ancient characters, but I\'ve never seen such a shape. It\'s a bit like ancient ero characters, but it\'s not so similar. It\'s just like a picture..."

"This is..." Manda took a deep breath and decided to find a simple reason to perfunctory the past, "forget it, I still can\'t tell you that the gods are still watching in the sky."

"Is this the language of the gods?" Kunta opened her mouth.

Manda whispered, "I can\'t tell you too much. Everyone has his own mission."

Kunta covered his mouth. He seemed to know something he shouldn\'t know.

Can\'t ask, can\'t think, can\'t speculate, that\'s the taboo of the gods.

He took two parchments for Manda and described the process of sacrifice in detail.

Manda remembers very seriously. He is making a final effort to find the loophole of sacrifice.

After blowing out the candle, Kunta got into bed and looked at Manda sleeping beside him. He smelled the strange smell again.

Who the hell is he? Is what he said true? Are those pictures really the language of the gods? Was he blessed by the gods?

Do you want to tell him that method? This will put him at great risk and even put the whole valley in danger.

But if you don\'t tell him, do you want to watch the relatives of the gods fall?

Kunta pulled his few hair and fell into anxiety and contradiction.

After tossing and turning, Kunta finally sat up and woke up the sleeping Manda.

Manda also sat up and looked at Kunta for a long time.

Kunta dared not speak. The count had a hundred eyes and patrolled every corner of the valley at any time. Although he could not hear Kunta\'s voice, he could see Kunta\'s lips.

After much hesitation, he got into the quilt, left one hand outside the quilt and hooked his finger at Manda.

Manda suddenly realized that no wonder Sphinx\'s clothes couldn\'t lure him. No wonder he was so enthusiastic about himself. It turned out that he didn\'t like women.

Thinking of Kunta\'s face, Manda resisted, but she still clenched her teeth and got into Kunta\'s quilt.

"Are you ready?"

"Ready." Manda closed her eyes.

"I\'ll only say it once. You should remember it."

"Well, not first... You are very sincere!" Manda was relieved.

"This method is very dangerous, leaving you with three possible results. The first is the worst result. When Typhon finds out your intention, he is likely to kill you and even everyone.

"The second result, Typhon didn\'t find your intention, but your sacrifice will become incomplete. You will get some divine power after drinking his blood, but you can\'t get the way to become a demon God or any skills, which means that you failed to enter the stage and become like me."

"It\'s as like as two peas?" Manda frowned.

"Don\'t interrupt me. The third result is the best result. Your prayer has been answered by the God of destiny. He will protect you so that tifeng\'s blood can\'t be integrated into your blood. Your blood is still pure and has the opportunity to become a believer of the God of destiny.

In order to recite the name of your God, before the ceremony begins, you should ask the count to calculate your God. "

"You said he wouldn\'t help me."

"So you have to find a way to beg him. As long as he is willing to say it, you will succeed more than half..."

Taking notes, Manda envisioned every detail of the ceremony and weighed the risks behind it.

Kunta blinked and comforted Manda: "don\'t worry, I will pray to tifong for you. Even if he finds out, I think he will forgive you."

"Bah, you 25-year-old son, how dare you pray to tifeng? First think if tifeng will forgive you." Manda spat Kunta.

"What is twenty-five?"

"The Betrayer!"

"It\'s not betrayal. I\'m a believer of tifong, but I still have my own destiny God in my heart. This is to comply with the will of my heart. How can it be betrayal... I\'ve taught you the method. How can you repay me?"

"What do you want in return?"

"I want holna\'s light yellow skirt..."

"The closest one?"

"Uh huh!" Kunta nodded hard.

"So you don\'t like that blouse. I told you! You shameless man!" Manda spat Kunta again.

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The next day, the sacrificial ceremony began. The count took all his subordinates and Manda to the temple.

The majestic temple built of marble is also built on the cliff. The temple is supported by 32 marble columns. Under the stone columns, there are various statues, including Hydra, the nine headed snake, chimera, the two headed dragon, the three banshees with snake hair, and radon, the hundred headed Dragon... Most of the stone statues are unnamed, including the stone statues of the human Sphinx and the three headed dog.

The count\'s subordinates showed their unique skills. Winged monsters flew directly to the temple and climbed with their hands and feet without wings. Kunta is just like this. His climbing method is very like a monkey. Many snake monsters have no hands and feet, but their crawling skills are also excellent.

Manda was lucky. He was carried to the temple by the Sphinx, and the journey was not boring at all.

"What never grows up after birth?" Sphinx began her question again.

"It\'s a stone statue. Don\'t ask me any more questions. I\'m in a bad mood."

"Why is it bad?"

"Because I don\'t know what kind of monster tevon will turn me into."

"Don\'t worry, it doesn\'t matter. You\'ve fallen anyway."

"It\'s worth living forever and becoming a monster."

"You are still too young. One day, you will regret today\'s decision."

I\'m not young, at least my soul is not younger than you. You don\'t know what I\'m worried about. Manda closed her eyes and recalled every word of Kunta\'s advice

Sphinx put Manda at the door and waited outside with the others.

Under the guidance of four beautiful priests, Manda entered the temple.

The son of Gaia, the mother of the earth, was born before the sun, moon and stars. He is even older than Zeus. He has more than 100 snake heads, full of feathers and a pair of wings. His mouth is spewing out eternal flames. The majestic statue of Typhon stands in the center of the temple.

The count, wearing the priest\'s robe, stood under the altar and looked at Manda with a smile.

Manda went up to the count and waited for the gods to choose.

"What else do you want to say?" asked the count.

"I... Want to know my God." Manda looked at the count and made the only request.

"Does it matter?"

"It doesn\'t matter, but I want to know."

The count frowned and hesitated for a moment. He decided to meet Manda\'s request.

It was so smooth that Manda almost cried out. Was it really the manifestation of the God?

In fact, the count also wanted to know his blood. Although it was unreasonable to do so, the count was very curious about his special breath.

"Stretch out your right hand."

Manda stretched out her right hand. The count pierced his fingertip with a sharp knife, dipped it in a little blood and tasted it in his mouth.

With the smell of blood, the count read the spell and began divination. After waiting for a while, the count opened his eyes and didn\'t give the answer.