"Meow~" A white cat barks lazily on a huge apple tree, a cry that requires the warm sun to make people yawn.

So, in order not to yawn this afternoon, as the Principality's greatest archaeologist, Pelos had to sleep in the middle of the day.

The sound of his yawning is also like that of a lazy cat, except that this "cat" has missed what he thinks is the best time to take a nap, and has become groggy and unable to sleep.

"It's over...... Skarna......"

He lay on his bed, almost reluctantly, holding himself up, and the branches of the huge apple tree slowly extended out of his window, and he looked out the window and saw a huge apple hanging from the branch.

"I think Tang Zilong must have lied to me...... Last time he said he had lent me a hundred gold coins, saying that he was going to buy improved materials for his new gun, and now the new gun is gone, and my money is gone......"

Pelos stared at the ceiling again, the ceiling of his room had been painted with very white paint, and then, with some smaller patterns hand-painted on it.

For example, he scribbled the name of his master, who wore one-sided glasses and stuck to the ceiling like a bitter melon, with a terrifying posture.

And the other stuff that just looks childish.

Sun, stars, windmills, four-leaf clover, small leather balls, hot air balloons......

These are almost always drawn by children in childhood, or things that they think are beautiful.

They've been through the ages, and when they're brand new, they're too crooked to feel like they're out of shape, but now they're old and can't be as colorful as they were back then.

Mottled black dots and something that doesn't know what it is always affects what they have to be.

However, for Pelos, this is nothing, after all, he always has to sleep in the tomb, and it seems that it is not a new thing for archaeologists to sleep in the tomb.

Pelos couldn't sleep at all during this necessary nap......

It's annoying enough.

He thought to himself because Scana ignored him.

Skarna closed his eyes and sat in the next room, just in time to see the sparkling apple.

I don't know why, even in the afternoon, the sun had climbed into the sky for hours, but it hadn't dried the strange apple of this apple tree.

"I found that Tang Zilong was not reliable at all...... Next time, as long as I don't have a letter, I won't listen to him...... Next time he wants to borrow my money, he can't say it without kowtowing......"

Pelos' legs reached out of the quilt, and the white cat jumped, jumped onto his bed, and grabbed his legs.

"And the Adventurers' Guild, who was there every day urging me to give them the treasures I found in the tomb, and yesterday a man named Paul came and asked me to find the ring...... We worked so hard, eating and sleeping in the open along the way, climbing mountains, going to the sea, and entering the ground day and night, almost tossing people away...... I got such a thing that didn't come to the beginning, but I came to such an adventurer's guild halfway through, and I knew that I had found such a thing...... I'm going to grab ...... It's really sinister. ”

Pelos didn't mean to take a nap at all, but he couldn't be sleepy, his eyes were dark and scary, and if he looked closely, he was indeed about to exceed his limit now, and this kind of thing was probably like a return to the light, which made him scared and sad.

Because if he dies like this, it will be so unworthy.

Correspondingly, Skarna did not fall asleep either.

"We haven't closed our eyes for seven days and seven nights...... If we don't sleep again, we guess our whole body will explode......"

Pelos said terrible words, but he laughed out loud.

"I can't think of my greatest archaeologist...... It's amazing to die by your own hands...... I'm a little reluctant to ......"

Pelos wasn't delirious, and was very excited now, tired, but couldn't sleep.

The functions in his body are activating the vitality in his body all the time, so much so that he seems to be mutating, and his whole person is a little scary.

It's not physically scary, it's mental.

Like what:

"I've heard of people who didn't sleep for seven days and seven nights and ended up running around the streets like a madman and dying...... Not to mention dying of an explosion, it's just that the blood vessels of the whole body are trembling~"

Pelos sat up sharply as he looked at the man who hadn't slept for seven days and seven nights, and put his right hand over his head and on his chin, his left hand around his ribs, and twitched.

He twitched, then rolled his eyes and shouted: "Big ~ brain ~ in ~ trembling ~ shaking ~"

As if he could be seen by the Skarna next door, Skarna didn't sleep or open his eyes.

But when Pylos imitated the convulsions, the whole bed creaked.

With a thud, Pelos fell again.

He's not sleepy, he's tired.

No, strictly speaking, he tormented himself with the terrible fact that he couldn't sleep because he was sleepy to death.

"It's really scary~"

He sighed almost in despair: "What should we do~ Skarna~ We're finished~ The damn curse in this tomb may really kill us~"

He stared at his legs like a coquette, kicked the quilt off, and had to cover the quilt obediently.

He sighed, long, long, and took a breath.

"A sheep...... Two Sheep ...... Three sheep ......"

In desperation, he counted the sheep.

"I guess we've fallen under some kind of spell......"

That's when Skarna spoke.

It's much better to listen to Pelos than to count sheep...... For counting sheep only exacerbates this tormenting fatigue......

"Quetzalcoatl......"

Pylos counted to the fifth sheep and was pulled off the subject.

"How is that possible...... Quetzalcoatl's tomb was not made by Quetzalcoatl himself...... These strange spells that torture the dead are only done by the vicious Quetzalcoatl......"

Both Pelos and Skarna are suffering endlessly because they can't sleep.

I didn't sleep for seven days and seven nights, if this was a normal person, I don't know how I died......

"If we hadn't drunk the holy water left by King Arlan together while we were studying...... It is estimated that by now, he has really exploded and died. ”

Pelos couldn't stop complaining.

He had lost very little patience, because for him, in any case, this torture of not being able to sleep was even more uncomfortable than killing him.

"King Arran...... Maybe I've seen Quetzalcoatl...... No, it should be said, he must have seen most of the gods' ......"

Pelos suddenly calmed down: "Let's go to King Arlan's tomb again to find out if there is an antidote to the Quetzalcoatl clan?"

"King Arlan......" Skarna exhaled heavily, he was also exhausted, and it was almost difficult for him to be as energetic as Pelos anymore.

"In the tomb of King Arran! There must be an antidote to the spells of the Feathered Serpents! There will definitely be! ”

Pelos gets excited! He sat up and lifted the quilt energetically.

"According to records, the legendary Quetzalcoatl clan participated in the War of the Gods, and the entire race perished in that War of the Gods...... King Arran is our founding king, he is the spokesman of God. You must have seen all the gods of the legends! ”

"Six Gods of Justice, and Six Gods of Evil......"

Skarna added to Pelos's words. However, as far as the excited Pelos was concerned, Skarna's words could not reach his ears at all.

"The holy water that the six of us drank at that time was the treasure of the gods that King Arlan sent people to collect! Drinking it can prolong life and prolong life, and all poisons will not invade! ”

Pelos put on his slippers and went to the closet to get his clothes.

He turned around and put on his entire garment in one fell swoop.

"God's Holy Water......" Skarna heard the movement next door and got up from his seat. He shook his head violently to sober himself up.

The feeling of being sleepy but not sleepy, feeling but not feeling is really uncomfortable for torturers.

This is not dozing, but a spell that can cause the whole body to be overloaded and die when the whole body is not yet dead, because the body has completely lost the opportunity to sleep.

It's not that the blood vessels that Pelos said couldn't bear it and exploded and died.

This curse was created by Pylos and Skarna when he entered a graveyard of Quetzalcoatl.

This is also a curse of tomb guarding, in order to prevent tomb robbers from taking things out of the tomb realm, and let them die cleanly in the face of invisible spells after escaping the tangible mechanism.

It's just that when he was young, Pyros and Skana were killed by thieves in the tomb of the founding king of the Principality of Arlan, and they drank the holy water of the gods collected by the king of Arlan in the tomb.

"A long, long time ago, the Quetzalcoatl clan was supposed to be on the side of justice, but because of the bewitchment of the evil god, they lost their faith, causing all the righteous gods to attack it."

Pelos puts on his hiking boots.

"It's so uncomfortable like this......"

He patted his head, turned the cowboy hat on the table around, flipped it up, put it on top of his head, and pressed it down, pressing his golden bangs in front of his eyes.

His handsome face was exhausted from the loss of sleep, but he mustered himself up and straightened his appearance in front of the huge dressing mirror.

At least it looks like a spiritual guy.

"Listen to me, Pylos ......"

Skarna was already standing at the door of Pelos.

"I don't know what's going on...... At the end of the day, that's the only thing I can't support you to do. ”

Scana was a little worried, but his words were worried, but there was no emotional fluctuation.

Skarna is like that, doing a lot of things, saying a lot of things, all with a blank face. He laughed when Skarna was the captain of Fran's Flying Eagles in charge of the peace of the region, but for now, the false accusations they had received were enough to make him lose his smile for the rest of his life.

Because Skarna's parents were implicated in what he was framed and paid a terrible price, Scana felt so guilty that he became silent.

However, as far as his previous state is concerned, it has not changed much.

Cool, and cold, seem to have become synonymous with other people's descriptions of Scarna. Only Pelos, a former best friend, was able to keep him silent.

Or, listen to Pelos babble and babble like an old woman.

"Last time we got the approval of the headmaster, and because we are students of the highest college, we have this guarantee, and we know that we can have access to the king's tomb."

Scana clearly felt that this time was unlikely.

"I'm also a doctor in the academy now......" Pelos asked a little puzzled, "Talk to the principal, how can you not vouch for us...... It's not about stealing......"

"Oh!" It dawned on Pelos!

"You can't...... Your matter hasn't been completely settled yet, and your three-year guarantee period is only a few months......"

Pelos frowned at the bottom of his heart.

"Maybe go to the principal, and the principal can solve this problem...... Well! It must be so! Don't be afraid, Skarna, the Headmaster knows you, and I'll vouch for you...... What are you afraid of......"

Pelos frowned again: "I finally came up with a solution......

Scanapi shook his head with a smile.

"The Headmaster won't let us touch anything in the King's Tomb anymore...... Believe me. ”

"If only we had known why we couldn't sleep for the first three days......" Pelos lay down on the bed again, and was bounced up by the bed for a moment.

"On the fourth, fifth, and sixth days, I found the disease in the ancient books, and I felt that we were already dead...... Haa......a

Pylos kicked his feet on the bed, a little coquettish. No, it should be ready to break the jar and break it.

"What should I do...... What should I do...... We're not going to die here, are we...... Holy water can't resist it~Ahhhh

Pelos was on the verge of losing his sanity.

The meowing cat almost fell down the tree, landed straight on the ground, and ran away.

"Big ~ brain ~ in ~ trembling ~ shaking ~ ahhhh

Pelos called out like a child.

Skarna could only stand outside the door and sigh.

No matter what kind of spell it is, once it is hit, it is an extremely torturous and painful thing, and the Quetzalcoatl is proficient in spells, and this kind of spell arranged in the tomb is not so easy to unravel.

If it could, maybe only something that God possessed could solve......

And this time...... The doorbell, which had not been moved for a long time, rang quickly.

"Ding-dong-"

"Who!" Pelos sat up suddenly.

Skarna followed the sound and slowly stopped going back to his room.

In confusion, the two of them opened the door and looked at each other.

You know, no one ever knocks on the door of an archaeologist who never lives at home.

And only these seven days, unprecedented, they were at home...... Torture yourself.

And slowly along the stairs, outside the window, a man in a black robe was ringing the doorbell, quietly waiting to open the door, without speaking.

And that person, the height of a seven-year-old child, had a face completely under the black robe. The person who came was also Ning Sanqi, Changyu Feng.