The gods were furious, and the earth shook. The rift chasm is broken," the aged Karldun began to tell the story, his weather-beaten face reflected by the campfire.

"It's such a rift that invites a young man on a treasure hunt. He found an opening, the entrance to an ancient tomb, and only the dog head knew how long the door had been in the dust. The young man needed to raise children and a wife, so he took the plunge because the opportunity was too tempting. ”

Adults and children began to gather together to hear the old man's story. They were all tired, and they had walked a long way that day.

And Shurima's scorching sun has never left any mercy, but Kardun's opening to tell a story is really rare. They all wrapped their cloaks around their shoulders and squeezed through the cold night and approached the campfire.

"The air in the tomb was cool, and I could finally avoid the scorching heat outside. The young man lit the torch, and the shadows reflected in the firelight danced in front of him. He was careful at every step, always on the lookout for traps. He's poor, but he's not stupid. ”

"The walls of the tomb are all smooth obsidian, with ancient words and images carved into them. He couldn't read – he was a rough man, but he began to study the drawings. ”

He saw a little prince, sitting cross-legged on a solar disc with a group of servants holding it up below, with a smile on his face. In front of him were chests full of gold coins and treasures, and strangely dressed foreign envoys were bending down to pay tribute. ”

He continued to look at the other stone carvings, and the smiling prince appeared again, this time walking among his own people, all of whom had their heads pressed only to the ground. The crown above the boy's head shone like the sun. ”

"One of these pictures has a small golden statue in front of it. The value of this golden statue alone is more than the sum of his wealth that he dared to reach in ten lifetimes. The young man picked up the golden statue and slipped it into his cloth pocket. ”

"He didn't want to stay. He knew someone else would arrive soon. And by the time they did arrive, he'd better have already left.

Greed can turn the greatest into fools, and he knows full well that others will not hesitate to bleed him for the sake of that golden statue.

Not only the golden statue, but all the riches in the depths. Although this young man had many problems, he was not greedy for money. He didn't feel the need to go any further. Leave the rest of the treasure to the others. ”

He glanced at the last painting before leaving the tomb. In the painting, the little prince is dead and lying quietly on the coffin. Those closest to him were crying, but the people in the distance were cheering. Whether he was loved or a tyrant he had no way of knowing. ”

"It was at this moment that he heard a voice: a voice that made him tremble in the darkness."

He looked around, his eyes wide open, and held the torch high in front of him. But there was nothing. ”

"Who is there he said. But the answer was silence. ”

The young man shook his head. It's just the wind, you idiot, he thought to himself. It's just the wind. ”

Then he heard the same voice again, this time more clearly. In the darkness deeper in the tomb, a child is crying. ”

"If it were any other place, his paternal nature would have driven him to look for a source of sound. But here, in the midst of a dark tomb."

"He wanted to run away, but he didn't run away in the end. The sound of crying tugged at his heartstrings. The cry was full of misery and sorrow. ”

"Is it possible that there is another entrance to this ancient tomb, in case it is really a little boy who walked into the ancient tomb and got lost?"

He raised the torch high and crept forward. The crying continued, faintly echoing in the darkness. ”

He came to the doorway of a more spacious burial chamber, the floor was dark and reflective. The gold objects and jewel-encrusted walls of the burial chamber glistened in the firelight. He cautiously entered the burial chamber. ”

He jerked his leg back as his heel rippled the ground several times before he could hit the ground. It's water. The ground is not smooth obsidian, the ground is full of water. ”

He half-knelt down and scooped up a handful of water to his mouth. He immediately threw up. This is the heart of the saltwater here in Shurima, and the nearest ocean is also a thousand miles away."

"He heard the boy's cry again, and now it was closer."

He raised the torch to his eyes, and the young man caught a glimpse of a figure at the edge of the fire. What appears to be a child sitting there with his back to him. ”

He cautiously walked into the burial chamber. The water on the ground is not deep. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and fear filled his chest, but he didn't turn to run. ”

Are you lost?" he asked, slowly approaching. How did you get here?"

The figure didn't turn around, but he did speak.

"I don't remember. He said. His voice echoed around the young man for a long time, echoing in many layers on the walls of the tomb. The boy's accent is very old, and his phrasing is strange but intelligible. I don't remember who I am. ”

"Don't worry, kid," said the young man. Everything will be fine. ”

He got closer, and the figure in front of him finally revealed. His eyes widened in panic. ”

The figure in front of him was a golden statue studded with agate, a golden statue. It is not the source of the cry, nor is it the source of the boy's voice. ”

"At this moment, a small hand, a dry little hand, grabbed him."

The youngest child in the audience gasped and stared at him. The other children laughed boldly. The old Karldun smiled as well, a golden tooth in his mouth shining golden light from the campfire. Then, he continued.

The young man looked down. Beside him stood a corpse wrapped in linen bandages, which was the little prince in the painting.

Although the zombie boy was covered in a shroud, a dim, ghostly glow shone through his hollow eye sockets. The zombie boy grabbed the young man's hand. ”

"Can you be my friend" The little boy asked, his voice slurred with a bandage in his mouth.

The young man suddenly fell backwards and broke free from the child's grasp. The young man looked at his arm in horror: his hand had begun to wither and wither, turning black, constantly crumpled and shriveled. The brief touch of life was crawling up his arm. ”

He turned and fled. In his panic and hecticism, he threw away the lantern. The firelight hissed as it fell into the Lake of Tears, and darkness descended.

Still, he could vaguely discern the faint sunlight ahead. He ran towards the light, desperate and stumbling, while the life-consuming wither continued to march towards his heart. ”

At the time, he thought the zombie boy might catch him at any moment, but that didn't happen. He felt like he had lived for eternity, but in fact it was probably only a few heartbeats before he burst out of the darkness and returned to the desert heat. ”

"I'm sorry, a bleak voice lingers behind him. I didn't mean to. ”

"At this point, the tomb of Amumu has been unearthed." Carl Dun said. "Zombie boy sees the light of day."

"But everybody knows he's not real," cried one of the children, the eldest, perhaps unsettling by the silence.

"Amumu is real," said the youngest child. "He's wandering around, trying to find a friend"

"He's real, but he's not a boy," another child said. "He's a yodeler"

Karldun laughed, and stood up with a pimple on his crutch.

"I'm an old man, and we've got a long way to go tomorrow," he said. "It's past my time to sleep."

The audience began to disperse, smiling and whispering conversations, but one child did not leave. She stared at Kardun, her eyes unblinking.

"Grandpa," she said. "Why don't you have that arm

The aged Carlton looked at the empty sleeve below his shoulder and grinned at the little girl.

"Good night, baby." He blinked as he spoke.