Plague Doctor

Wu Shiyu was in a healthy position, traveling through the woods, faster than the bug flies in the rear, and the couch he brought was not far ahead.

Yet she stared again at the presence of dense numbness of insect fly frogs, like a tsunami that had sealed all paths.

“Would it be better to turn into a groundhog at this point? ”

She thought that she would be able to dig a hole and hide in it, but... where would the cat lose with her claws?

Just as Wu Shiyu looked at the land under his feet and the surrounding land, trying to find a softest spot of dirt to act on, his eyes suddenly noticed something. Right over there, one of the ancestors hid behind a tree and was surprised to see herself discovered.

GOA doesn't have a division in Capri, so there's no ancestors here. What's the story with that ancestor?

“Stop!” Wu Shiyu realized that there might be a fantasy tunnel around here, and ran over immediately, "I saw you! ”

As probably the only person in the human race who understands the languages of her ancestors, she saw that ancestor clapping his body and making a sound, and listening to it all made sense: “I'm looking for you, come with me.” This is really weird.

“What's going on?” Wu Shi ran over the rain and asked.

Humans can run and speak with their mouths, and Joe can run and claw and slap the rhythm of the ground.

Now each of the ancestors is running to the side of the woods and preaching: “I, I don't know, I was instructed by the evil cats... they didn't want to cross the border out of Usa town themselves, so they instructed us to come... as if they heard your call... and there was some movement in the power of their cat god, so they followed your call and got a passage to get here...”

When Wu Shiyu heard this, he was in the mood for a few moments. First of all, the Usa Cats were so powerful, there was still a way to open up the physical passage between fantasy dreams and the rest of the world.

Second, this time things are really not simple, although the same black goat power shifted, this time it led to the power of cat god.

If, as ancient Egyptian mythology has documented, the Cat God is Buster, and Buster is the Eye of the Sun God, then the Amura God and the Black Goat are not the same thing, perhaps the Nubia-Amon is the Black Goat.

Third, the voice of this ancestor is very nice, suitable for being a singer, and it is also possible that her senses are influenced by what she says.

“What did Wussa send you here for?” Wu Shiyu asked, after a short run of the forest road, she found herself entering another space, and none of the maddening insect fly frogs could come here... she immediately saw the possible reason.

There's a bronze forklift in the woods, in front of the Dreamland Passage, held by a group of ancestors.

The so-called forklift bell, an ancient Egyptian striking instrument, is thought to have its origins in the worship of Buster, because the first word in the Holy Scripture of “Buster" is a forklift bell. Later, the forklift bells appeared abundantly in statues and murals of various Egyptian goddesses, as well as instruments used by priests, dancers, etc. in sacrificial ceremonies, indicating joy and joy.

The forklift bell consists of a handle and a U-shaped metal frame, which is typically made of brass or bronze and is between 30 cm and 76 cm wide. There will be several cross beams in the metal frame with tiny metal rings on the cross beams, so that when you shake the forklift bell, you can make all sorts of soft, sharp sounds.

Wu Shiyu knew this because she had previously learned about ancient Egyptian studies and Buster.

The forklift bell in front is a typical handheld forklift bell, very old in shape, the oldest in bronze.

The top of the handle is engraved with a portrait of the Buster Goddess; the upper end of the U-shaped metal frame is shattered, with two beams, and only the lower beam has three small metal rings. At this point, the whole forklift bell shines a soft yellow light...

“Ohhh.” When Wu Shiyu saw the forklift bell, he seemed to have a sensation and a connection.

The ancestors holding the forklift bell stamped the mud and screamed in agony, "It's heavy.” “Come and get it! I can't lift it! ”

“There it is!” The ancestors around us also shot authentically, “Usa Bad Cat asked us to send you that thing and say you need it...”

“Ohhh.” When Wu Shiyu thought about it, she knew it was a great magic instrument, like the Karop anatomical device for Xianjun, she had cat power in her body, she could connect with that magic instrument, the Usa Cats said she needed it... her cat power seems to really originate from the cat god Buster.

She knew that once she had taken the forklift, she would take in the power of digesting Buster.

Buster is good or bad, Wu Shi Rain is unclear, but Usa Cat is actually some good cat, it's just bad for Joe, Xian Jun said.

The power of the forklift bell brings feelings and joy.

The Egyptians thought that the name itself had power, and the name itself had meaning, Buster, Bastet, meaning "ointment jar” -- this jar was used in ancient Egypt to fill creams, skincare products, cosmetics, so Buster was the protector and protector of God.

Now the forces of the Black Goat on Capri are pouring like waves, and there is a huge global disaster going on.

Wu Shiyu had no choice but to accept Buster against the Black Goat rather than call the Black Goat against Nayalatotip, which seems to be a good option.

Xian Jun is gone now... everyone needs to do more and sacrifice more.

She walked over to the front of the forklift bells held by the ancestors, bathed in the light emitted by the forklift bells and felt comfortable.

If you become a cat because of this, and you can't go back to people... then when you resurrect Xianjun, replace his soul with a male cat, it will save you a lot of work, you don't need to go to the Black Mountain Goat Palace... if you are all cats, you will be fine...

Wu Shiyu thought that he would definitely pick a handsome cat for Xianjun. Orange cats tend to be fat. Conis Curly Cat is a little ugly... think about it later.

She reached out and grabbed the handle of the bronze forklift bell, which suddenly burst into abundance, and the cat power inside her was pounding, and the forklift bell made a bright clanging sound.

At the same time, each of the relieved ancestors fell down and only turned his belly, gasped, tired and half dead.

“Oh, hey!” Wu Shiyu shouted and was refreshed. With this broken bronze forklift bell, he turned to the blue hole by the sea.

“Huh?” asked Joe next door, "Miss Wu, where are you going? ”

“Fight, fight! ”