Stealing Game

Chapter 128
A coffin was placed on the altar.

The mural behind the altar is the ancient god Aten, who was briefly worshiped by the ancient Egyptians, that is, the sun and the sun itself.Looking from bottom to top, the scattered rays of the sun turned into countless arms, as if breaking through the wall, tightly hugging the sarcophagus.It seems to be both protection and bondage.

In fact, this is completely superfluous.Because the sarcophagus has been welded to death by lead, it is impossible to open it.

But at this moment, the sarcophagus made of lead suddenly split from the middle, and a hand stretched out, which turned into a lotus flower in the golden light.

I blinked, unconsciously trying to get closer to the altar.

It was only then that I noticed my situation. I was actually staying in a deep and thick stone coffin.The inscription on the stone wall tells me that this is the resting place of a god.

I looked towards the altar again, there wouldn't really be a corpse of a god there, could it?But it's not right, why is the corpse placed on the altar? Could it be because I took its place?

In short, I can't stay in the stone coffin any longer.I struggled to get out and slowly approached the altar.

Through the cracks in the sarcophagus, I saw a mummy covered in golden inscriptions.The petals of the lotus trembled vividly because of my approach.In this dark place, could it be possible that the lotus bloomed from the corpse?
The strange scene in front of me made my white hair sweat out of fright.Fear and rationality tried to pull me back, but I still stood in front of the altar, and even reached out to touch the face of the corpse in a mysterious way, as if the person lying there was an extremely familiar person.

But under the shroud full of inscriptions, what he touched was not a human body, but cold metal.I was shocked, and bravely tore off the cloth from the mummy's shoulders, only to find that the "corpse" was made of gold.

This turned out to be the mummy of the god.

My heart was beating like a drum, and my heart skipped a beat, and I lifted the golden mask that covered the face of the god.

It was a familiar face.

I opened my eyes abruptly, but couldn't see anything.

The drums continued.

His vision was blocked, and something seemed to cover his face.I sat up immediately, my head banged against the cold and hard stone, and the thing covering my face slid off lightly.I didn't care about my big head, and reached out to fish it.What I got was a fine papyrus. I don't know what kind of wicked thing covered my face with this thing.

But it's so dark right now, I can't see what you wrote at all.I dared to touch the front, back, left, right, up and down cautiously, and preliminarily judged that I was in a thick coffin, which was by no means the same as the one I was lying in with Arnold.Because the walls of the coffin were damp, as if they had been soaked in water for a long time.

Except for the bottom of the Nile, where did Egypt come from such a place.

That's not all that's wrong.Arnold and I quickly found some clues on the coffin lid. Just as we were about to go out, he grabbed me and whispered: "Be careful." The clues I saw went to several doors, why am I lying in the coffin again now?

I don't believe anyone is going to leave me alone, something must have happened.Sitting in a coffin and waiting to die is by no means the answer.I adjusted my power posture, tilted my head with a burst of energy, and pressed my shoulders and hands against the heavy coffin lid.But as soon as I moved the small slit, sharp pain exploded in my body, and I hit the ground with my head.

By the time I realized it again, I was drenched in sweat and curled up on the coffin board again.

I took a few breaths slowly, curled up into a ball, buried my face in my hands, and got wet again.It turned out that just now I was so painful that I scratched around with my ten fingers, and now my hands are covered with blood.It is estimated that the back of the head also hit the coffin wall, and I am afraid that he also saw red.Now there is wind in the back of my head, and even the back of my neck is a little cold.

Driven by instinct, I struggled to crawl away from the coffin and away from the gap.When my hand touched a hard stone pillow, I realized that I woke up from the end of the coffin.On the head of the coffin is not the goddess Isis, but a Benu bird.Fortunately, the gap I made just now was not too big, and I was a little relieved from the distance.I don't know when some faint golden light appeared around him, and it was actually the inscription engraved on the coffin wall that was shining.

I took advantage of the twilight to check my body hastily, and found no injuries other than the hands and the back of the head for the time being. I endured the pain like scraping my bones with a hot knife from a black doctor, and I gritted my teeth and brought the blood-stained papyrus in front of my eyes. .

Between blood and gold, I saw my own words again on the crumpled papyrus.

This is a hand-copied version of the book of the afterlife, with a dark coffin painted in the middle, with the words "the place of forgiveness of time" written in "my handwriting" on it.

What the hell is this?In the place forgiven by time, I not only learned to scribble on cultural relics, but also started to play charades?
I bit my lip hard, trying to recover some consciousness from the annoying burning pain like rainy season.Resisting by the wounds on my mouth that kept popping, I reread the book of the afterlife on the papyrus.

It turns out that what is recorded on it is not the road to the underworld of any pharaoh or ancient Egyptian nobleman, but belongs to a god.

Paradoxically, the Book of the Afterlife was supposed to help its owner to survive the long darkness and rise to the east as soon as possible.But the end of the gods recorded on the papyrus in my hand is this black coffin, which is also marked as "the place of forgiveness of time" by the handwriting of "I".

The only catch in the confusion is that I am in a coffin made of lead.If I were an archaeologist standing outside Tanfang, I would be delighted from ear to ear.But changing places with the coffin owner, this information is not as effective as a band-aid.

In ancient Egyptian legends, Seth, the god of storms, always wanted to get rid of his brother, Osiris, the king of the gods.Seth prepared a beautiful and exquisite coffin at the banquet, and proudly showed it off, which aroused the envy of the gods.

Said Said: "This coffin is very picky, whoever is the most suitable will own it."

So the gods lay down one after another, but none of them were suitable enough, until Osiris couldn't help but want to try.The king of the gods lay in that coffin, and it fit perfectly, as if it had been prepared for him.

The lead coffin was indeed prepared by Seth for Osiris.

Lead is a substance that can seal the magic power of gods.In one of the countless legends of ancient Egypt, Osiris, who was powerless to resist, was sunk into the Nile River by Seth together with the custom-made lead coffin.

How can I enjoy this kind of treatment?I am neither a god, nor can I be reborn from the mud of the Nile.The situation I'm in right now is playing tricks on me.

But I don't care to think about who has such a big hatred against me, and I don't want to study why the inscriptions in the coffin glow, whether the ancient Egyptians have mastered voice-activated power generation, or why Mingming has been honest with Yanuo, Xia Shangzhou and others We acted together, but we were locked up alone in this lead coffin.

After getting used to the pain in my body, I began to move to the gap of the lead coffin little by little.I moved very slowly, and every time I moved forward, I had to stop and get used to the more severe pain, and wait until my body was no longer pinned in place by the sharp burning pain, before continuing to move forward.

I must not be trapped in this "place of forgiveness of time".

In that too real dream just now, the face under the golden mask was Li Yuan's.This is not a good sign, I don't know what that dog did when I was put into the lead coffin.In particular, the golden handwriting symbolizes God Puta's will, and something major may have happened in a place other than the "Place of Forgiveness of Time".

When I finally moved to the gap where the lead coffin was removed, I was soaked in sweat and dried countless times by body heat.And I was squeezed by the burning pain that was everywhere and even coming from my body, so I couldn't care less about destroying the cultural relics, so I couldn't help but slammed into the thick coffin wall.At this time, his lips were bitten and he didn't feel it at all, but he was wrapped in more severe pain.

In the end, I lost my strength and pressed my face against the cold lead wall, and only then did I recover a sliver of consciousness from purgatory.

There is no such thing as a "place of forgiveness of time", it just keeps radiation out of this lead coffin.

In the increasingly dazzling golden light, I opened my blood-smeared eyes, and slammed into the painful gap with all my strength.

So Li Yuan has been in so much pain?
　Will be happy to mention the magnetic field ore!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)