A little later, Clark flew out of the hotel and circled above the Great Pyramid. Finding that most of the tourists had left, the group departed the hotel.
"Why do we have to sneak around?" Schiller grumbled as he turned the steering wheel. "We could just call out the Feathered Serpent God directly, but instead we have to slip into the temple like thieves."
"Tourism is an important source of income." Martin checked the ritual materials and said, "Everyone who enters the Great Pyramid praises the splendor of Mexico's ancient civilization, and plenty sincerely pray for the Feathered Serpent God's protection. But if you really summoned him, the tourists would be scared half to death."
"Ye Gong Loves Dragons." Schiller thought for a long time but could not come up with a suitable English translation for the phrase, so he simply said it in Chinese.
"Actually, the Feathered Serpent God isn't ugly. When we summoned him before, I caught a vague glimpse of him. He's much better-looking than the Ancestor God. But considering how many people are afraid of snakes, we should still be cautious."
The car soon arrived near the Great Pyramid. But it was nighttime, and the scenic area was closed, so they had to park outside the guards' line of sight and sneak in on foot.
Martin had already scoped out the place during the day. He deliberately made some noise in an open area across from them, lit a patch of ghost fire with a talisman, and successfully drew the guards' attention. The others slipped past while they were distracted.
The Great Pyramid at night was completely different from how it looked during the day. Without its solemn grandeur, it instead felt rather eerie and terrifying.
Martin found a good spot and began arranging the ritual