Endless sea of sand. In the long yellow sand, there was a mysterious and solemn chant. A long procession slowly walked out of the leeward side of the dunes.

At the front of the procession was a kobold guard of honor, exactly 100 people. They were all one-in-a-million kobold warriors, with dark skin, muscular bodies, and gleaming gold ornaments.

In the center of the procession, four tall four-hoofed creatures that looked like black horses were pulling a large black coffin, surrounded by priests holding gold vessels.

The priests chanted specific incantations in their mouths, attracting the butterflies of Hades, which gathered and landed on the huge coffin.

It's a funeral procession. In the large black coffin, the body of the King of the Yellow Sand was stored. The King of the Yellow Sand has been dead for three months, and after a long and complicated ritual and a process of pickling and tasting what the people of Yellow Sand call it, the day of his burial has finally come.

This funeral procession, led by the prince himself, will bring the coffin of the King of the Yellow Sand to the most luxurious mausoleum.

His Royal Highness was imagining the future behind his father's coffin at this time, completing the funeral ceremony, and it was time for him to ascend the throne.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time, and the old thing was finally dead. It's enough to be in such trouble when I'm dead, and when I take full control of the country, I'm going to change these rotten and smelly rules.

The dead guy should be buried in the yellow sand, and he still has the luxury of getting eternal life after being resurrected? Wish for the moon!

The funerals of the kings of the yellow sand in the past dynasties are more solemn than the other, the ceremonies are more complicated than the other, and the mausoleums are more luxurious than the other, but has any of them really been resurrected?

It's just something deceitful. The young prince did not believe in tradition at all. He didn't want his body to be cut into seven or eight pieces after he died, his internal organs were taken out, soaked in strange medicinal wine for dozens of days, and then stuffed into his stomach with unpleasant spices, and finally sewn up before he could be buried.

He had already decided that after he ascended the throne, he would begin to carry out drastic reforms, and when the country was put in order, he would begin to expand his territory.

He wants to make himself great again, and let his name resound throughout the world and be passed on to future generations. This is true eternal life.

Hum. A pair of golden eyes, half-squinted, quietly staring at His Royal Highness the Prince, who is about to reach the pinnacle of life and make great achievements.

The owner of the eyes yawned and stretched his body on the heavy coffin. Dark purple skin, pointed and large ears, and a lean, thin body covered with folds.

It is the beast of kings, the Barus cat, a hairless cat. To put it in a more understandable way, it is the pet of the King of the Sands.

A few months ago, when the King of the Sand was still alive, he was in a higher position than the prince, and the ministers had to salute him when they saw him.

In a limited number of cat life, it enjoys all the dignity and glory. But now that the King of the Sand is dead, and his glory has come to an end, it must sleep with the King.

It doesn't care about it itself, after all, it's useless to care, it's just a cat, it doesn't have any incredible abilities, even if it wants to, it can't escape.

Just stay with this old dead thing for the last time, if there are rats in the tomb, maybe you can live a little longer, it thought.

It doesn't know what rats taste like. In the palace, it is in charge of its diet, and if it eats less than usual one day, that person will be beheaded.

In general, it is the dog's head that is cut off. So try to eat as much as you can every day, unless it's really hard to swallow.

At this time, it will silently say sorry in its heart, and then stop eating and watch the other person be dragged away.

Barrus scratched the coffin board with his dry paws. Good thing I wasn't chopped into pieces and sewn up, it thought, thankfully.

As the priests sliced his body with a special rune stone blade, it watched silently. Although it behaved as gracefully and calmly as usual, it was actually scared and its legs went limp.

It watched as the priests stitched together the pieces of his passing body and wrapped them in a luxurious shroud.

I heard that this unique ritual had the opportunity to bring him back to life after his burial and gain eternal life. Barrus was skeptical.

But if he really woke up, the expression of the kid behind him would be very exciting. It could see that the boy was not at all saddened by his father's death.

Have fun, boy. From tomorrow onwards, you are the new King of the Sands. The funeral procession arrived at the royal tomb at the scheduled time of sunset.

The huge red sun sets on the top of the majestic royal tomb. Barrus looked at the entrance of the mausoleum as it drew nearer and nearer, imagining what it would be like to be mice.

At this moment, its extremely sharp ears suddenly caught the small sound of jingling bells. The voice came from the dark entrance to the mausoleum, as if it had some strange charm.

When it listened carefully, it only heard the sound of wind and sand. Is it a delusion?