Don't follow the rules

"You said you have a boat, so why should you be so particular about it..." Ning Yao sighed hard, and could only step forward to help the boat wipe away the contaminated tree sap before the boat returned to calm.

Ning Yao looked at the milky white sap on his sleeves and then at the fig tree, and a bold guess came to his mind.

He picked up the floating boat with one hand and brought his face very close: "Actually, you are autonomous, right?"

The boat ignored him.

Ning Yao laughed ferociously: "Are you pretending to be dead now? It doesn't matter, I will pull a big one for you now..."

The boat shook suddenly, almost limping from fright, and struggled wildly in Ning Yao's hands. Unfortunately, it couldn't break free from Ning Yao's grasp no matter what.

Ning Yao let go of his hand with satisfaction: "Very good, you are indeed conscious. Now, answer me a few questions honestly."

Although the boat escaped from Ning Yao's clutches, it did not dare to run too far. First, it was going to rain outside and it would get dirty. Second, it and Ning Yao had already formed a master-slave bond. The thread is Ning Yao's property and cannot betray its owner.

The boat was shivering and could only try to keep a safe distance from Ning Yao.

Ning Yao comforted him: "Don't be afraid, little Bai Chuan~ I am not a pervert after all."

The boat shook even more.

"Ahem" Ning Yao cleared her throat, "Back to the topic, what I want to ask is, do you know where the goddess Hathor is?"

The boat rocked, which was obviously a shaking head.

Ning Yao was not discouraged, he continued to ask: "Then, is there anything special about this fig forest?"

The boat raised its bow slightly, seemed to look at it for a moment, and then still swayed. It didn't know what was special about this forest. It only knew that this was the only oasis in the entire Gobi Cemetery, where it could take shelter from the rain.

Ning Yao pursed her lips and changed the question again: "Goddess Hathor, does she have anything to do with the fig tree?"

This time the boat finally nodded affirmatively, and raised its oars and kept gesticulating, as if it had a lot to say.

Ning Yao scratched his head in embarrassment: "It's too difficult for us two to talk. How did you and Anubis have complicated communications before?"

The boat turned in a circle, picked a relatively flat ground, and began to write on the sand with the paddle.

Well, ancient Egyptian writing mixed with a lot of hieroglyphs...

Ning Yao slapped off the busy paddle of the boat: "Stop writing, don't you know I'm illiterate?"

One person and one boat were once again in a stalemate.

After a long time, Ning Yao restarted the "yes or no" game.

Ning Yao: "A thunderstorm just came after me, and you responded quickly without much hesitation. So I can think that this is the only place in this large cemetery that has a fig forest that can take shelter from the rain, right?"

The boat nodded.

Ning Yao: "The fig tree has a very close connection with the goddess Hathor. Based on your mythology, the fig tree should be one of the incarnations or entities of this goddess?"

The boat nodded.

It seems that the idea is correct. Ning Yao is overjoyed and quickly pursues the victory: "Anubis said that the goddess Hathor is in the necropolis. Can I think that this only fig forest is the goddess Hathor?"

The boat was a little hesitant. It was actually not sure about the relationship between this forest and the goddess.

In their mythology, the fig tree is a cultural symbol, and many gods have interacted with it. Even the story of Osiris, the god of the underworld, has a place for the fig tree (a fig tree grew out of Osiris's tomb). FIG tree).

Therefore, the boat cannot say with certainty that this forest is the incarnation of the goddess Hathor.

Ning Yao saw through its confusion and promptly changed the question: "Is there any way to distinguish the gods?" Xiaozhou wanted to say "yes", but those methods were very complicated and could not be conveyed to Ning Yao just by nodding and shaking his head.

While they were talking, thunderstorm clouds were already pressing down on their heads. Along with a thunder that shone across the sky, huge raindrops began to fall.

Ning Yao had to take the boat and hide deep in the woods where the leaves were thicker.

"By the way, does it occasionally rain so heavily in your desert?"

The boat nodded.

In fact, although the desert is arid, it does not mean that it does not rain. It is just that the amount of evaporation is too high and the water cannot be stored.

Ning Yao knew this truth, he just found some topics to talk about when he had nothing to do.

"Will all this rainwater evaporate?" Ning Yao asked, pointing to the crackling raindrops.

The boat shook its head.

The rainwater from the necropolis will flow into the Styx River. After this heavy rain, the water level of the Styx River will probably surge.I wonder how many evil spirits will float ashore with the churning river water when the sky is overcast after the rain.

Uh, do you need to remind Ning Yao about these?

The boat turned sideways slightly and found that Ning Yao was mixing muddy water and tree sap in a mess, and his hands were covered with dirt.

Alas……

The boat quickly drifted away.

Ning Yao put down the clay in his hand angrily: "Sure enough, I still can't be too fanciful. I thought I could make a handsome clay figurine to help me translate..."

Just as he was muttering, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a staggering figure in the distance.

"Yes, is there someone?!" Ning Yao pointed at the figure and shouted, and the boat stood up, seeming to be able to see further.

When the figure got closer, Ning Yao and the others discovered unexpectedly that the figure stumbling towards the woods was not a human being, but a weak calf.

Although she didn't understand why a cow suddenly appeared here, Ning Yao rushed into the rain, picked up the calf by her waist, and took it back to the fig forest.

The calf was unsuspecting of Ning Yao and the others, and could even be said to be very trusting. He fell into Ning Yao's arms and passed out without saying a word.

"Hey, Sister Niu, hold on a little longer," Ning Yao yelled, "I won't refuse beef delivered to your door, don't challenge my appetite."

Carrying the calf back to the fig forest, Ning Yao wondered if it was her imagination. The leaves above her head seemed denser than before, and the raindrops were almost impenetrable, creating a dry shelter for them.

Ning Yao put down the calf and took a serious look at the woods again.

Although according to common sense, hiding under trees during thundery days is prone to lightning strikes, but the thunderstorm did not seem to visit this forest at all.

Not only this time, Ning Yao checked every tree here, and none of them had been damaged by lightning strikes.

This shows that during the countless weather changes in the necropolis, this tall and dense forest was very lucky to avoid lightning strikes every time.

is it possible?
From a physics perspective, this is almost impossible.

Unless this forest is blessed by gods.

His eyes wandered among the trees, and finally settled on the strange calf.

In the middle of the calf's forehead is a large, gorgeous and polished turquoise stone.