With Du Ya's support, Xining got into the car.

As the carriage began to move forward, Duya opened a cabinet in the car, and Kahamon Wasset got out of it.

Xining pointed her lips and signaled not to speak.

Kahamon Wasse nodded, sat quietly beside him, leaning against the wall of the car and closed his eyes to rest. Some time later, he would need to spend energy. If the Eleventh Princess didn't care, she might have to embark on the road to escape again.

And now he is safe. With the painful lesson of the twenty whip yesterday, no one dares to approach the car at will today. If the princess is annoyed, it is not the twenty whip that is not painful, and it may be slaughtered to death.

Du Ya looked at Princess Eleven. She was leaning against the big soft pillow and closing her eyes. So she also leaned against the wall of the car and closed her eyes. A big man not far away from her side. Last night, she tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. She heard snoring and her eyes were dark.

When the princess woke her up, she had arrived in front of the temple.

Kahamon Wasset was already hiding in the box.

Du Ya quickly wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, wiped her back a few times on her body, and helped Princess Eleven get out of the car.

Xining...

After getting off the car, Xining said slowly: "A box inside is a gift for the high priest. They are all fragile. Move it down and be careful."

So a guard got into the car and moved the box down.

"Why is it so heavy?" The guard felt it was ridiculously heavy and called another person to get out of the car to move it together.

After moving it down, tie it with a rope, and a piece of wood was passed through the middle. The two of them carried it in with Princess Eleven.

Akhenaten had already said hello, the high priest was not dead, and almost all the high priests were coming, waiting for him to take his last breath.

The priest in charge of the doorman saluted respectfully: "It is not convenient for the high priest today, please come again on the eleventh princess."

Xining said slowly: "I was going to the Temple of Isis, but my father asked me to give gifts to the high priest. I would go in once, put down the gifts in front of the high priest and leave."

Now the priest who was guarding the door and refused to stop him could no longer stop him, and he watched Princess Eleven bring people in.

Before he arrived, a loud guard had already set off for the princess and shouted loudly: "His highness Princess Suli Taramon is here!"

The sound was too loud, and it almost overturned the roof of the temple. The sound echoed in the stone pillars of the temple, and I heard "Go, arrive, arrive..."

There were at least fifty high-ranking priests in front, one by one blocking the door with a hypocritical manner, and automatically made way out when they heard it. It would be fine if they didn't let go. The ten guards with their backs and waists in front would open the way. There were dozens of guards behind, which were so majestic and majestic.

Xining really wanted to cover her ears. The sound was too loud, but she could only pretend to raise her head slightly, her skirt fluttered, and she walked in as if no one was around like a blower.

When I walked into the house, it was filled with the smell of prayer spices, medicines, and the smell of animal feces when I pinched medicine.

How many spices were burned for prayer? The room was filled with smoke, but there was a witch doctor who was muttering words while putting them into the fire.

The high priest with a wrinkled face was about to die and could no longer speak. His muddy eyes were staring at the ceiling, lying there motionless.

The fifteen sons of the high priest were kneeling in front of the bed and staring at them, but the high priest refused to point out who was the successor.

Looking at his fifteen sons ranging from twenty to forty, Xining couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. Why did he give birth so much?

Duya stepped forward and knelt down and bowed: "Dear High Priest, the princess came to give gifts on the order of Pharaoh, hoping to make the High Priest happy."

The box was carried over by four guards, and the guards carrying the box couldn't understand why it was so heavy.

Now the high priest needs any gifts. What he needs is Anubis coming to take away his soul. But how dare he not let Pharaoh take away his gift?

When the box was opened, Kahamon Wasset stood up from the box.

Everyone was shocked when they saw Kahamon Wasset appearing with linen gauze wrapped around them.

And Xining could see clearly that two of them were sons, and when they saw them, they were like ghosts, no less than a mummy wrapped in linen standing up from the coffin.

Seeing the high priest lying down, Kahamon Wasset immediately rushed over, knelt in front of him, grabbed the high priest's hand, and cried bitterly: "Father, I'm here, Father, look at me..."

The high priest, who was in a state of dying state, heard the sound, and his eyes, which were not focused, shone and pointed at the youngest son in front of him.

A hand that was dry like a branch raised little by little, pointed at Kahamon Wasset, opened his shriveled lips without teeth, and took a lot of effort to spit out a hoarse voice: "He, inherit~"

It seemed as if a few words had exhausted his last vitality, and the high priest, who had been hard-working with his thoughts, sniffed after he finished speaking.

A witch doctor went up and placed a goose feather in front of the high priest's nose for a while. The goose feather did not move at all, so he loudly announced: "The high priest is gone!"

Where did you go? Of course, I went to meet Anubis. I followed the pharaohs and priests of all generations, waiting for rebirth.

Kahamon Wasset, who was originally crying, stopped mourning and slowly stood up and faced everyone. There is no need to mourn the dead here, because they all have reborn in the next life. He has more important things to do.

At this time, all the high priests standing outside waiting and knelt down. The high priest was dead and identified the heir before his death.

Xining stood there without moving. As a royal family, her status was on par with that of the high priest.

Duya knelt down, Akhenaten was helpless, but still half kneeled down, half shortened. The guards who were originally looking at each other came to their senses and quickly knelt down.

Kahamon Wasset seemed to be reborn after the death of the former high priest. He stood in front of everyone like God Ramon possessed him, and announced loudly with tears in his eyes, majestic and holy: "Father named me, Kahammon Wasset!"

"Greetings to the High Priest!" Everyone bowed to the ground in unison.

Xining stood among a group of kneeling people, and was really uncomfortable, but she couldn't get away at this time.

Kahamon Wasset could naturally see the eleventh princess standing, and couldn't help but curl up slightly at her mouth. Thanks to her, she could succeed so smoothly. Otherwise, he might have died in the woods last night, his body disguised as being killed by a robber, and placed here instead of standing here...

Xining felt a huge cold. Don’t fall in love with her sister. She is only ten years old and still young. There is no need to be grateful, but just take the lead.

The next Kahamon Wasset was resolute and took off the real gold seal from the neck of the former high priest, put it on his neck, and tied up his two brothers who were trying to murder him.

Of course, the guards brought by the Eleventh Princess, and all the people brought by Kahamon Wasset have been tossing out in the past two days. I just borrowed some people, and did the good people to the end and sent the Buddha to the West.
Chapter completed!