bookrandom Chapter 323: Transmigrating into the Egyptian God Chapter: The Slave Trader Who Ended Miserably (1)
Chapter 323: Transmigrating into the Egyptian God Chapter: The Slave Trader Who Ended Miserably (1)
No response...
The group of people in the desert seemed to be frozen in place, kneeling motionless in the sand, allowing themselves to be gradually buried by the piling up yellow sand.
If the gods don’t respond, will I just wait to die?
Qi Heng frowned. He didn't want to meddle in other people's business and was about to turn around and leave. However, when he caught a glimpse of the eager and fearful expressions of the slaves, he suddenly changed his mind.
After thinking for a while, Qi Heng showed a pious expression and said loudly to the storm above his head:
“Dear God, we know that you may not be able to hear every one of our prayers immediately, and even if you do, it will take time to help.
However, we still hold out hope that you will find your way to give us the shelter and protection we need.
While waiting for your help, we must rely on our own wisdom and courage to deal with the difficulties we face.
We understand the value of life and are unwilling to wait in vain. Therefore, we will do our best to take action to protect the safety of ourselves and our companions."
Confession and resolution in the same tone as the prayer, and finally an expression of loyalty.
"Despite this, we still pray devoutly for your protection and guidance, and hope that you can lend a helping hand when we need it."
Finally this time, the vendors kneeling on the ground also looked up. They looked at Qi Heng in shock, wondering what he had said.
No one ever dared to say this to Set, the god of the desert, because Set's rule was brutal and terrifying.
He was the exact opposite of the benevolent Osiris, the previous ruler of Egypt.
During Set's reign, the Egyptians lived in poverty, and the lowest class of people were bought and sold at will by merchants who claimed to believe in Set and were branded as slaves.
In the desert, even if there is a storm, no one dares to resist. They regard it as the wrath of Set, the god of the desert, and believers must endure this irresistible wrath.
When it is the turn of others to experience it, they will certainly be extremely certain that dying for Set is a great honor for believers like them.
But when it was their turn, the knife of death was less than half a meter away from their necks, and the door of death leading to the underworld was already half open to them.
Everyone realized belatedly that they valued their own lives more than believing in a high and mighty god that they could never reach in their lifetime...
Just as all kinds of complex emotions were piling up and surging, and just as death was about to approach, that voice was like the dawn breaking through the vast yellow sand.
He actually said they could still be saved!!
The initial silence was unbelievable.
Now, everyone's eyes were on Qi Heng, who had broken away from the formation and bravely faced the storm, with hope in their eyes.
"What you said makes sense, Xiaoheng, so we will believe you this time."
The one who spoke was a hunchbacked old man at the front of the caravan. He was dressed gorgeously and looked to be the leader.
After the old man spoke, vendors began to stand up one after another.
The slaves at the back had it even harder; they were carrying heavy bags and their feet were shackled, so most of their calves had to dig into the sand with almost every step.
Qi Heng showed the way to the leader in front, then looked back and saw the slaves who seemed to be particularly targeted by the wind and sand, and frowned.
The leader of the caravan was an old man in his 50s, which was considered longevity among the lower classes in Egypt.
Everyone respectfully calls him He Lao.
"Mr. He, is the bag the slave is carrying important?"
Qi Heng observed carefully and found that the faces of those slaves were more or less outstanding, at least compared to the vendors with ugly features in front of him, and most of them were women and children!
They must have other values that Qi Heng doesn't know about.
So the packages they carry on their backs should be much less valuable than the slaves themselves?
Until He Lao's answer completely confirmed Qi Heng's guess.
"These slaves are all to be presented to Set, the great ruler of Egypt. The only things in their bags are the clothes and jewelry they should wear when they meet Set."
“Throw it away first, and come back to look for it when the storm dies down.
Otherwise all the slaves will die, for the storm has especially targeted them."
When He Lao met Qi Heng's black pupils under the veil, he was stunned for a moment, then he followed Qi Heng's line of sight.
Among dozens of slaves, some children were buried with only the upper half of their bodies left. The more they struggled, the deeper they sank.
Adults are busy taking care of themselves, so how can they have the time to take care of children?
There are only a few children with mothers who have not been abandoned by their mothers.
Qi Heng saw a streak of black hair in the sand at the back, motionless, and his pupils shrank! Could it be dead?
"Master He, you must let the slave put down the package."
It is already difficult for one person to escape in a storm, let alone carrying a package that weighs more than twice their weight.
"When the storm subsides, we can come back and look for it..."
"Just make your decision, Xiaoheng." He Lao's mind is now full of escaping. He has prepared for all the slaves to die in the storm. No matter how many can survive, he will gain.
The camel was frightened and didn't obey the command. Qi Heng had no choice but to climb off the camel and walk towards the back of the caravan.
If there were slaves or children trapped along the way, he would help them.
A faint light emanated from Qi Heng's chest, wrapping his body to protect it from the wind and sand. It was the divine power of light that activated the defense mechanism.
At the end of the caravan, Qi Heng saw the black hair that was almost completely buried by the sand.
After digging away the sand and making sure the child was still breathing, Qi Heng breathed a sigh of relief.
He used force to pull the child out of the sand like pulling a carrot, and held him in his arms.
The power of light flowed through Qi Heng's body and into the child's body, giving him life.
"…Father? Are you here to help me…"
Qi Heng didn't hear the little boy's whisper clearly. Maybe it was because he was back in the center of the storm, the sound of the wind around him was particularly harsh.
Qi Heng hugged the child, who had already regained some consciousness, tighter, leaving no gap between them, and bent down to move forward.
The veil on the head and face that protects against dust and sand is in danger of being blown away at any time.
The child who regained consciousness in his arms tugged at Qi Heng's collar and said, "Let me go... You can't save me."
"how do you know?"
The sand was blowing so hard that Qi Heng couldn't open his eyes. How long had it been? Why hadn't he gotten away from the center of the storm?
There was no way the storm was following them.
"Seth did this on purpose. He found me and wants to kill me. The storm will only get bigger and bigger, and you will be buried with me in the end."
Qi Heng has not yet received the original owner's memories, and is even less aware of Egyptian mythology.
The boy in his arms was only eleven or twelve years old. It would be strange if Qi Heng believed his one-sided story.
For now, just listen to this story to dispel the fear brought by this boundless storm.
"You said Set wanted to kill you. Why did he kill you? Do you have a grudge against him?"
There is no unified name for Set in the caravan. Some say that Set is the ruler of Egypt, while others call him the god of the desert or even the god of storms.
There are quite a lot of identities.
The child raised his head, looked at Qi Heng with eyes as blue as the sea for a few seconds, and then looked away.
"Seth killed my father, and now he is looking for my mother. He wants my mother to be his wife.
Because of Seth, my mother couldn't sleep well every day.
I thought I was going to beat him one day.”
Qi Heng lamented the child's miserable life experience and asked what to do if the enemy who killed his father wanted to be his stepfather?
Qi Heng rubbed the child's head and said, "Then your identity must be extraordinary. Why did you tell me?"
"I'm going to die...it would be nice to have someone to talk to before I die."
The boy nestled into Qi Heng's arms, which were the broad embrace of a man, different from that of a mother...
"Who said you were going to die?"
Seeing that the boy didn't speak, Qi Heng continued, "If you survive, where are you going to go?"
"...Meet Seth, the bastard who killed my father...
I don't even know what he looks like yet, remember his face, I will have a goal to take revenge on him in the future." He said this with great determination.
Qi Heng was ashamed, and felt that the storm above him was getting bigger...
There is no trace of the caravan anymore. Have they escaped?
The wind suddenly increased again, and the layers of veils on Qi Heng's face finally couldn't withstand the wind and sand and were blown away. Now he could no longer see the road at all.
Using only the eyes, one cannot distinguish between humans and animals beyond three meters.
Fortunately, with the help of his spiritual sense, Qi Heng always knew where to go, but he was a little slow because he was holding a child.
"Then work hard to grow up."
Qi Heng has black hair and black eyes, and one can tell at a glance that he is not Egyptian. However, from his dark skin, one can tell that the man has lived in Egypt for quite some time.
If we ignore aesthetics and only look at his facial features, the man is undoubtedly very handsome, even exquisite.
There is stubble on the chin, which Egyptian men would never grow. Egyptians do not like any body hair except hair, eyebrows and eyelashes.
But the stubble on this man's face didn't seem out of place or annoying at all.
With Qi Heng's protection, Horus, whose body was only twelve years old, temporarily ignored the storm and carefully looked at the man who saved him.
Just now there was an aura very similar to that of my father. Could he also be a god, but just hiding his identity?
Otherwise, it would be impossible to survive such a severe storm.
"How can the ruler of Egypt not tolerate even a child?" Qi Heng looked around and muttered.
The storm paused for a moment, then quickly resumed.