Chapter 1550: This is a Curse

Every character was scrutinized repeatedly; although it was impossible for ordinary people to recognize all these characters, Qishu, as a member of an Aristocratic Family of tomb raiders, had quite a bit of research into these hieroglyphs.

Scrutinizing them one by one, he finally read the two lines of small characters at the very front of the stone gate in their entirety.

"So that's how it is." Qishu closed his eyes to digest this information, and only after a long while did he open them, a flash of sharp light appearing in his eyes.

"Qishu, stop playing the mystic. Hurry up and tell me what this actually means," Ye Er said anxiously.

"General Ye'er, the general meaning here is that the Pharaoh is the spokesperson for the gods, and the place where he rests is sacred and inviolable," Qishu said. "Anyone who violates it will surely be cursed to death."

"Hahaha, these things are nothing more than children's play. Do you think I'm actually afraid?"

Ye Er laughed heartily; he didn't take the curse before him seriously at all.

It was understandable; Ye Er was a man who wouldn't blink when killing, and his villages were one after another. Within their Red Skull, he was also a prominent figure.

What kind of world had a person like this not seen? Would he be afraid of a mere curse?

In his view, these curses were just things to scare children, and as General Ye'er, he wouldn't take these things seriously at all.

"No, General Ye'er, strictly speaking, this place is the tomb of the last Pharaoh, though I don't know why this Pharaoh would leave Egypt and build his tomb here."

"But this place is definitely not an ordinary place, and the Pharaohs of ancient Egypt truly possessed some abilities that are difficult for ordinary people to understand, so please, do not take what is before us lightly."

"In other words, these things truly possess Demon power?" Ye Er became serious. He looked up at the two lines of text above and sneered, "So what?"

"I have killed countless people, my body is stained with blood, and I am filled with baleful aura. If a Buddha stands in my way, I will kill the Buddha; if a Demon stands in my way, I will kill the Demon. Even the power of a curse will not affect me. Now, find a way to open this big door in front of us."

Qishu hesitated for a moment. He truly had no good way to deal with this god of slaughter. Although Ye Er could be disrespectful to these things, he could not.

After all, he came from an Aristocratic Family of tomb raiders, and there were taboos regarding certain things; one must respect ghosts and gods.

So, he nodded, knelt on the ground, pressed his palms together, picked up a Dagger, and pricked his heart area slightly, breaking the skin.

For places they had never been to before, his family's ancestral teachings generally required them to offer a sacrifice of their own heart's warm blood.

He didn't have true heart's blood, but pricking his skin and letting out a little blood could be considered heart's blood.

He silently recited obscure and difficult scriptures; Qishu's ancestors were immigrants from Huaxia.

By his generation, although the family had declined, he had traveled the world, read about the past and present, and truly possessed some real skills.

The scriptures he was reciting were not traditional scriptures, but methods for breaking a Curse.

After chanting for a long time, he raised the Dagger again and slashed his palm; fresh blood flowed down his hand and onto the ground.

The blood slowly took shape on the ground, forming a small puddle, and then Qishu took a deep breath before slowly standing up.

Ye Er had been waiting impatiently on the side. Truth be told, with his violent temper, if it had been anyone else dawdling like this, he would have already blown their head off with a gun.

But Qishu was different; after all, he was an expert, and when arriving at an unknown place, he had to have a capable guide.

And without a doubt, Qishu was his most suitable candidate, which was why he had the patience to wait on the side while Qishu performed these rituals until he finished.

"Is it ready now?" Ye Er asked.

"Not yet." Qishu stared at the pool of blood on the ground, watching as time passed and the blood slowly spread in all directions, eventually forming a mysterious Talisman.

Upon seeing this symbol, Qishu couldn't help but be startled, and his complexion gradually turned ugly.

"What is it now?" Ye Er was already impatient, and he stared coldly at Qishu.

"General Ye'er, this is a rule passed down by our family. Before entering any unknown place, we must lay down a Blood Character Curse."

Qishu pointed at the blood-colored symbol on the ground: "This is our family's Blood Character Curse, but judging from the literal meaning, this place is not very friendly."

"Just tell me directly what this symbol means," Ye Er stared at him and said. "No need for extra nonsense. If you talk too much, I won't understand anyway."

"Yes, this means that this trip of mine has a sign of great misfortune and will lead to a bloody disaster," Qishu said. "That is why I reacted this way when I saw this symbol."

"Heh, do you Huaxia people all like to be so mysterious?" Ye Er stared at Qishu, a hint of killing intent already appearing on his face.

He had spent a large sum of money to invite Qishu here, not to listen to his nonsense. He wanted to see results; as long as there were results, anything would do. As for the process or how many people would die, it was not important at all.

So what if there was a sign of great misfortune? So what if there was a bloody disaster? Even if there was a blood sacrifice, he had over a hundred loyal subordinates here. As long as he gave the order, his subordinates would sacrifice their Life for him without hesitation.

"No, the rules passed down by our ancestors are like this. When we encounter such a situation, we should retreat if we can," Qishu shook his head, his expression somewhat troubled.

In one's Life, it is difficult to make decisions while respecting ghosts and gods, and Qishu was such a person.

Because he understood these things, he feared them. By comparison, Ye Er was someone who understood nothing; when someone like him encountered such things, he would just go up and fight regardless of anything.

Therefore, he scoffed at these mysterious matters.

"Heh, you Huaxia people are just like this, indecisive when encountering things. Since you can't decide, what use do I have for you?"

Ye Er gave a grim smile, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth, and stared coldly at Qishu: "And do we have any way back now?"

"There is no way back, Mr. Ye Er. That is not what I meant. I did not say I wanted to retreat, only that in this situation, we must harbor a heart of reverence," Qishu said hurriedly.

Indeed, there was no way back now. Since they had arrived here, they had to follow this path to the end.

"Then why aren't you thinking of a way? It's just a door. If you can't open it, I will use my own methods," Ye Er sneered.