Alan quickly rolled over and entered the golden coffin and closed the lid.

As the first boulder fell, the catacombs shook even more.

The three people hiding in the golden coffin were shaken to the wall.

"What the hell is going on?" she cried out as pain and panic hit Nancy's nerves.

"It doesn't matter what it is, as long as you can save your life, everything will be fine!" Ron leaned against the corner of the coffin, dizzy from the impact.

"Follow me!" Alan held Nancy, who had bumped into his arms, and his tone was calm and calm.

"Where?" Ron and Nancy asked in unison.

"There is an emergency exit in the coffin. "There's a little outlet. The Egyptians built hidden doors and emergency exits in many of the mummified coffins so that the souls of the corpses could leave. ”

"Wow!" Ron exclaimed in surprise, and Nancy sobbed with excitement.

"Let's go, you two come with me. ”

The boulder fell on top of the golden coffin, and a loud sound seemed to burst the eardrums.

There was a buzzing in the ears of the three men.

Alan spun around in the huge coffin and straightened up.

He pushed open the small hidden door behind the coffin and slipped out.

The exit was so small that it was enough for them to crawl out with their bodies curled up.

I don't know how long I crawled in the low, low cavern, and the sound of the boom and the collapse of the boulder was left far behind.

When they crawled with a sore back and were finally able to stand up straight, they found themselves in an empty temple.

And the owner of the temple is Osiris, the god of heaven who specializes in measuring the merits and demerits of the world.

"Ah!" exclaimed Nancy, "the mummy!"

Ron's mouth opened exaggeratedly, "Isn't he dead yet?"

"Don't worry, it's just a statue with a realistic shape!" Alan reassured.

The sculpture of Tutamunka kneels in front of Osiris on the throne of the main deity, with a cobra drawn on his forehead and a wand lying flat on the ground.

Osiris on a colored throne, holding a scepter and a divine whip in his hands.

His skin was green, he wore a tall hat, a black columnar beard, and a solemn expression, as if he was considering how to arrange the undead in front of him.

"We may no longer be in the confines of the pyramid. Alan carefully observed his surroundings and came to a conclusion.

"Where are we?" Ron asked.

Nancy also looked at Alan eagerly, how she wished she could get out of this nightmare place as soon as possible!

"I don't know where it is, but I know for sure that there must be a water source nearby. Alan replied in the affirmative, "You see, there are signs of flooding on the walls and on the ground. ”

"Huh, what's that?" said Allen, walking towards the lotus throne in the center of the temple, surrounded by four pillars.

A black scroll sits quietly in the center of the throne.

Alan wrapped his hands in the wizard's robe and gently unfolded the scroll, revealing that in addition to some hieroglyphs and various lifelike drawings that he couldn't read, there were also some ancient magic scripts!

Alan recognized the words at the top - the Book of Death!

The following lines are to the effect that: Osiris, God of the underworld, I have carved a way for myself, I follow in the footsteps of Horus, I am a holy lotus flower that grows on the earth of Ra, please see my qualities wisely and lovingly, I am a sinless soul, please grant me eternal life.

The delicate motifs depict how Tutamunka poured his soul into the scarab-shaped amulet in order to be blessed by the gods and seek eternal life.

Alan translates these words to Ron and Nancy, in exchange for their ignorant expressions.

"Who is Horus?" asked Nancy first, expecting to find a way out of here.

"Horus is the son of the god Osiris above. The Eye of Horus represents the ability to discern good from evil, defend people's health, and help raise the dead. ”

Alan explained based on what was on the picture.

"Why did he turn himself into a shell?" Ron looked disgusted.

"The ancient Egyptians called the dung beetle the scarab, and it was a symbol of resurrection and birth. ”

Alan felt that Tutamunka, after foreseeing his own death, had painstakingly planned this resurrection after 4,000 years.

Ron snorted disdainfully, "Look at those dense mummies! I found so many people to accompany the funeral, and I dare to claim that I am not guilty!"

"So he has been imprisoned for four thousand years in vain, and he will not live forever!" Nancy looked in awe at the majestic deity on the throne on the heights.

"Is there any writing in the book about how we get out?" asked Ron eagerly.

"As long as we escape the curse of 'Black Orlov', we can return to the human world. ”

Alan peruses the Book of the Dead, it's a guide to reincarnation!

"Didn't we recite the resurrection spell, are we going to be cursed too?" Nancy's heart fluttered as she thought of the strange things that had happened tonight.

"Actually, it was Tutamunka himself who uttered the spell!" Alan shrugged.

But "Black Orlov"?

The Creator's Eye?

Is it the power stone that the system is looking for?

Alan thought of the huge black gem on Tutamunka's wand.

He summoned his wand, and the black gem on the wand soared into the air, flying straight to the scepter in Osiris's hand on the throne, merging with the scepter.

The three of them wanted to walk over and take a closer look.

Suddenly there was darkness in the temple, and Nancy's feet creaked.

She screamed and lunged forward.

The thing slipped away from her feet.

Alan felt something rubbing against his ankle.

He immediately kicked it out hard, but nothing came his way.

Alan wanted to cast a fluorescent spell, but was shocked to find that there was a ban on demons here!

"Ah, help!" Ron and Nancy cried out in horror.

There are some small animals on the ground, lots and lots of them.

But what is it?

Ron immediately thought of spiders.

The crawling sounds of these critters are very similar to those of spiders.

Something slapped Alan's ankle again, and he stomped desperately.

In the darkness, Alan felt the whole ground move, and the ground moved forward like a wave under his feet, rolling, shaking, and boiling.

Something was crawling up on Alan's lap.

The thing was hard and had thorns on it.

The sound of clicking and clicking kept coming, as if animals were biting each other.

Nancy gasped, her chest heaving, her body gripped by bouts of fear.

Ron was terrified, and in his mind's eye, all crawling on the ground, under his feet, and all over his body were spiders, dense spiders.

But Alan felt that the animals had barbs, not like spiders.