13 When Resurrection Sand thought about it, he suddenly felt the gloomy wind gusting around him, and no longer longed to open the door to the ancient tomb with a spell like "Open Sesame", because the unknown building in front of him was not a treasure house for emperors and generals.
It is the actual tomb where the Pharaoh rested and died.
Because I had lost one hundred thousand dollars in vain, I became even more disgusted with Long. I walked to the wall and kicked his shoes: "Hey, man, you won't tell us that the chain is just for nothing on the sand."
You picked it up, right? How can there be such a good thing in the world? There are so many workers, but you picked it up?"
He had a stupid smile on his face, tilted his head, and transparent drool kept dripping from the corners of his mouth. That look made people want to pick him up and throw him into a garbage pit where he would never be able to turn over. Empty wine
The bottle was poured into his hand, not a drop of local wine remaining.
"Friend, get up! Prove to me first, the chain and the crack in the stone you are talking about..." I bent down and grabbed the collar of his work clothes.
Su Lun suddenly sighed: "He is dead."
"What?" I didn't understand, so I put my right hand on Long's collar.
"He is dead, I can feel it. His soul has ascended to heaven." Su Lun's words were deep and obscure, and she kept her back to us and her face to the stone wall. The sound was reflected from the stone wall and then entered me.
ears, so every word sounds heavy with echoes.
"Who is dead? Who do you think is dead?" I had already picked up Long. His body seemed a little unusually heavy, his breathing was slow, and he had actually fallen asleep.
Su Lun turned around, left the stone wall, pointed at the dragon, and said with an extremely serious expression: "I'm talking about him. The person you caught in your hand is already a dead man."
Another wave of panic ran through my body. Was it a dead person I was holding in my hands?
Of course not. I know that the dragon is still breathing. When I put my hand on the side of his neck, I can still feel the obvious pulse beating. Of course he is still alive. How can anyone still breathe freely and heartbeat even if they are dead?
.
"Su Lun, stop joking! If we don't find anything, let's retreat to the camp temporarily, right?" There was a ghostly atmosphere at the end of the tunnel. I suspected it was my own psychological problem, but now I have fine goosebumps all over my body and on my back.
There were waves of cold air.
For some reason, Su Lun suddenly became extremely melancholy. In addition to the sadness shown in his eyes and face, his whole body exuded a kind of desolation that made people feel heavy.
"He is really dead, Brother Feng. Just now, I can feel that his soul has entered -" She pointed to the stone wall and shut up with a pale face.
I yelled "Ah, ah, ah" three times in succession. I subconsciously exerted my strength with my arms and threw the dragon's body more than three meters away. It landed heavily on the ground with a thud.
I understand what Su Lun means, but I refuse to believe what she said anyway - "The dragon's soul has entered the Pyramid of Tucrack Khan? And can it be sensed by Su Lun? Oh my god, this is a dream, this is
Dream on!" I wiped the hand that had just grabbed the dragon's collar on my sleeve as hard as I could, as if it was contaminated with the deadliest bacteria in the world.
Long was still asleep, and I felt a "boom" in my head, as if all the blood in my body was rushing to the top of my head.
"Su Lun, you, what do you feel? What else do you know?"
I jumped over and followed Su Lun's example, opening my arms and pressing my chest against the stone wall. The cold stone wall cooled down the boiling blood in my body, but it failed to give me any more enlightenment.
The dragon's appearance seems to have turned into what is called a vegetative state in medicine. No matter how much I slap him, he remains in a coma. If Su Lun's words are to be believed, then there must be a monster hiding in this pyramid that absorbs human thoughts and souls, but why is it only
Take away the dragon's soul and let Su Lun and I go?
There was no answer, so we dragged the dragon's body dejectedly and returned to the ground. The severe frustration made me remain silent, not wanting to see anyone, and fled directly back to the tent.
Throughout the morning, almost everyone in the camp had visited the stone wall at the end of the tunnel, but no one was as unlucky as the dragon. When they walked out of the well, their souls were still alive and their expressions were cheerful.
Long's body has been sent to Yelan's tent. This sudden change shocked the workers again. However, no one cares about the life and death of a tramp like Long. Except for Yelan who is a little sad and confused, everyone is very worried.
I quickly forgot about this incident.
From the cheers they gave out in various wild words, I roughly understood something: According to old legend, there are mountains of gold and silver seas buried in the Pyramid of Tulukhan, and countless treasures. Every Egyptian who is lucky enough to enter its interior,
You can all get a share of a dazzling treasure.
People always like to put the halo of legendary beauty around their necks, but they are never willing to admit what sinister mechanisms are hidden behind the huge temptation of wealth.
I have visited the developed tomb part of the Pyramid of Khufu four times, and I was very impressed by some of the mysterious and sinister trap designs. Since it is his final resting place, the Pharaoh must have used all his wisdom to set up obstacles during his lifetime.
The tomb robbers entered the agency to ambush.
In an era of slave society that looked down upon human life, the design craftsmen under the Pharaoh's command would certainly not care about how many lives a poisonous arrow would kill. In their design philosophy, as long as they coveted the Pharaoh's treasures, they would
, all shall die and be cast into hell, never being allowed to ascend to heaven.
Yelan's footsteps sounded outside the tent, slow and solid.
"Mr. Feng, can you come in?" His voice was seductive, as if he was full of thoughts.
When I gave him Long's body in the morning, his sad look looked strange and confused, which once made me suspicious. I suspected that he knew some complicated inside story - "Please come in." I sat up from the bed and muttered randomly.
I wiped two handfuls on my face to make myself look energetic.
Yelan opened the door curtain and walked in. He had just changed into a brand-name suit and shiny leather shoes, which made him look at least ten years younger. He had also just shaved his beard, and his hair had been changed into a very fashionable middle-parted hairstyle.
After the makeover, he looked slightly embarrassed, with a reserved smile on his face.
Without too much preamble, he raised his right hand first: "Mr. Feng, there is something, something... I have thought about it a lot, and I hope I can entrust it to you."
I felt refreshed, because when he stretched out his palm, he was holding a small iron box made of tin, half an inch square, an unpretentious cube. Tin products are a patent of Malaysians. In the past ten years, this country has
The practical tin crafts have been sold all over the world and are very popular.
The tin box in Yelan's hand is dull and dull in color, and there are no common delicate carvings on the lid. There is only a layer of fine sand-like things that can barely be regarded as patterns. In terms of its handicraft value, its value is minimal.
I frowned, and the sharp whistles of those rude workers came into my ears again. They had been holding back in the desert for nearly two months, and they were already crazy with hunger and thirst for the colorful world in Cairo.
"Mr. Feng, Long asked me to keep this tin box." He slowly opened the lid of the tin box, approached me, and placed it on the table next to the bed. The inside of the box was slightly cleaner than the surface. However,
, I couldn’t help but feel sick when I thought about the dragon’s dirty energy. What surprised me even more was that there was only a tiny transparent plastic bag at the bottom of the box, and the content in the bag was about the same as grains of sand.
Some yellow powder.
I smiled wryly in confusion: "Yelan, what does this mean? What do you want to entrust me to do?"
Yelan solemnly clasped his hands on his chest and bent down to worship the open box.
"Mr. Feng, this is a religious treasure in our sect. Its name is - 'Resurrection Sand'."
I read it right, there is indeed sand in that bag. You know, we are currently in a desert, and it is hard to find anything else. If we need sand, we can supply it in tens of millions of tons, so why treasure this small handful of sand?
Place it in a tin box.
Yelan shouldn't be a prankster. Judging from his piety, the sand must have a history.
Su Lun suddenly opened the curtain and walked in, as fast as a gust of wind. It seemed that something happened again. But she reacted very quickly. When she saw Yelan's presence, she immediately stopped and replaced her anxious expression with a smile.
"Oh? You two have something to talk about. Can I listen?" She smiled and sat on the low stool near the door. She held a piece of fax paper in her left hand and hid the piece of paper while sitting down.
In the sleeves.
Yelan nodded nervously, smiled at her, and continued: "After our sect's popularity declined, we no longer mentioned our name to outsiders to avoid others laughing. Long is the descendant of the last leader in the sect.
, that is, the only owner of the 'Resurrection Sand'. Our faction has used yellow sand as a totem for generations, and firmly believe that every grain of sand in the desert contains a dead soul. Therefore, the power of the desert spreads everywhere.
Between heaven and earth, there is endlessness and omnipresence..."
I twisted my stiff neck, showing a little impatience. At this time, I didn't have time to listen to other people's long lectures. I just hoped that Yelan could give me some new information about dragons.
Yelan wisely speeded up the narrative: "Last time, we encountered the monster that ate the workers underground. The dragon told me that something big was about to happen, and passed the box to me. He said - 'If one day he
"My soul has disappeared. As long as I treasure this sand, I will have a chance to return."
I looked at this dirty box, and if it wasn't for Yelan's face, I would have burst out laughing.
In the Chinese mythology "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio", there are thousands of "resurrection" stories recorded. It is unbelievable that the Egyptians in Africa also have the same imagination as the third-rate Chinese writers.
"Mr. Feng, I know these things are weird, but I have read that absurd collection of novels written by you Chinese people. The Chinese believe most in plots such as souls leaving the body and returning to the soul, right? I hope that entrusting the box to you can help me
Dragon helps."
I know that Long must have read the English version of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". In European and American countries, that book is mostly used as a teaching material for parents to scare their children.
Su Lun remained silent and kept tapping his toes on the ground, making a slight "puff" sound.
That's the password, which translates to: "Send him away quickly, there's an emergency."
I closed the lid and suppressed my laughter: "Mr. Yelan, I accept your commission and hope that I can help the dragon to return to life as soon as possible."
The matter was urgent, so I didn't wait for Yelan to finish what he had to say, and I quietly ordered him to be kicked out. Here, I may have made a big mistake, because perhaps the life history of the dragon is closely related to the excavation of the Pyramid of Tulukhan.
, I should talk to him in depth to get some of the most useful information.
Unfortunately, due to Su Lun's misdirection, I put the cart before the horse on this key point.