Under the gaze of the mysterious eyes behind him, Atul slowly walked to the stone platform, kicked the body of the rugged man aside, knelt in front of the golden coffin, and gently wiped the blood on the golden coffin with his sleeve, with a reverent and focused posture.

After a long time, Atul, who wiped all the bloodstains, slowly exhaled and took out something from his arms: "It doesn't matter, even if it's just me, the 'Resuscitation Ritual' can be held as usual."

"It's the spiritual potion in their hands - they have to find a chance to get it back."

Resuscitation ritual?!

Yan Luge's eyes lit up, and he was so excited that he even shook the tentacles behind his back twice.

Isn't it true that he has been in ambush for so long, and has been watching the love-hate relationship and hatred at close range for so long, just to complete the task of "watching the resurrection ritual of the 'Pharaoh'" given by the system?

It's finally time to wait for this moment!

Yan Luge was so excited that he took two more steps forward, and walked to the position where he could hang Atul up and strangle him with a tentacle, and curiously probed over Atul's shoulder to see what was in his hand. The little fangs were suffocating in their clothes, and they slipped to the door of Yan Luge's head, and their mouths grew and stretched out their thin tongues to try to lick Atul's neck, but they were always a few millimeters short of licking.

Atul didn't notice anything behind him, just knelt on the ground, pressed on the golden coffin with one hand, and held a yellowed page of the Book of the Dead in the other.

…… I don't know if he will have a heart attack as soon as he turns around and finds that there is a tentacle monster with teeth and claws behind him staring at him closely.

However, with the reaction speed of Yan Luge, even if Atul suddenly turned back, he could sneak into the blind spot of the other party's vision in an instant and play hide and seek with the other party.

…… Thinking about it like this, I suddenly felt even more infiltrating.

Yan Luge, who was dressed in the style of a horror movie BOSS, was unconscious, and with the help of his "dark vision", he looked at the "Book of the Dead" in Attu's hand.

The Book of the Dead was written in ancient Nile script on papyrus, densely packed with thousands of words.

Yanluge had a headache for a moment - because he couldn't read it.

Ancient Nile was founded 4,300 years ago, and fought its way out of the Sun God Sea in the east, the Ancient Heavenly Continent in the west, the Mauryan Empire in the south, and the Xize Empire in the north.

However, the good times did not last long, and only 300 years after the founding of the ancient Nile, the gods descended and the aura was cut off. After losing all his transcendent powers, Gu Niro lasted less than sixty years before falling apart and falling apart.

In the following 4,000 years, the Nilotic, Turshrin, Yanting, Manlache, Guti and so on in this land successively established their own city-states, sometimes united, sometimes warned, divided and merged, stretching for thousands of years.

Until modern times, although the current Nile Federation has picked up the name of "Nile" and stood on this land again, it is actually no longer the original ancient Nile.

The language, writings, and classics of the ancient Nile cultivation era have long been lost in the war, and they have disappeared without a trace, which can only be glimpsed in the tomb of the pharaoh more than 4,000 years ago.

But even if something like a text book is dug up, it ...... I don't understand.

His words and songs are still being rewarded at a high price, and the vast number of Ancient Nile language experts are still trying to decipher it, so why is it in a hurry.

So, when Yanluge found out that the "Book of the Dead" in Attu's hand was actually written entirely in Ancient Nilotic, he also had a headache.

He couldn't understand it, at most he wrote down all the crooked symbols, copied a copy later and threw it into the database, waiting for someone to successfully decipher it in the future.

But just half of the memory, Yan Luge's gaze suddenly froze.

He found that Atul, who had words in his mouth, was not reciting a jumble of incantations, but reading.

Reading with rhythm, regularity, and yin and yang frustrations.

Read the words on the papyrus.

Damn, this guy is going to lose the Ancient Nile?!

Yan Lu Song was shocked.

Referring to the few deciphered words he knew, Yan Luge realized that Atul was not reading blindly, but really knew Ancient Niro.

In an instant, the idea of "cutting down this guy who gets in the way when the mentally retarded system is updated after the task is updated" in Yan Luge's mind became "Wait until the war starts, take this guy away first, decipher the ancient Nile book for himself, and then cut it after the decipherment".

Director Yan still attaches great importance to the talents of the Department of History.

Atul had read most of the Book of the Dead.

Yanluge had no idea what he was talking about.

If you guess blindly, this may be a deed of sale.

Atul gave himself completely to the Pharaoh, offering his life and blood and bones, willingly bearing all the chastisements, scourges, and rewards of his master, and living forever and eternally as a faithful servant under the throne of Pharaoh.

- So, what did he get?

Deed of sale is not uncommon in all dynasties and countries, but those who voluntarily sell themselves as slaves, or live for their families during famine, or the people at the bottom try to fight for wealth and glory.

Whatever the reason, the moment they sign the deed of sale, they will always think that what they gain is more important than what they lose.

The blood lion for the temptation of eternal life, Leodor for his own ambitions, but what about Atul? And why is Atul?

This thought flashed through Yan Luge's heart.

He found that he didn't know Li Chongshan's friend, so he couldn't guess the answer from his past.

Atul had already read the last sentence.

Unfamiliar, hard, incomprehensible pronunciations emanated from the depths of his throat and echoed through the dark caves.

The alarm in Yan Luge's heart rose.

Even though Atul, who was kneeling on the ground, was still an ordinary person with nothing special, even if the golden coffin placed on the stone platform was still silent and quiet, Yan Luge felt a sense of crisis like a thorn in his back, so that the hairs on his body stood upside down.

It was as if an ancient beast was slowly awakening.

But Yanluge can't even discern where the crisis is coming from.

Atul finished reading the last sentence.

When the last word fell, Atul took out the last spiritual power potion from his pocket, opened it, and poured all the emerald green spiritual power potions into the Book of the Dead in his hand.

The spiritual power that could only be attached to the will of life was absorbed by this seemingly ordinary papyrus, and the words on the papyrus lit up line after line, emitting a light golden light, shining like a small sun in the dark cave.

And in the light of the Book of the Dead, the golden coffin of the stone platform made a creaking sound, as if something that had been sleeping for a long time was waking up.

Under the solemn gaze of Yanlu Song and the ecstatic gaze of Atul, the face of the pharaoh carved from gold, white deer, white jade and other expensive materials on the golden coffin blinked.

"Boom-"

Thank you for the reward of "Book Friends 20200229110611203~".

(End of chapter)