C4

Indeed! I was secretly delighted. When my feet hit the ground, the mechanism would be activated. However, without an arrow, I could only replenish my energy.

Hahahaha, I really am a genius.

Six seconds was enough for me to travel twenty to thirty meters. I didn't dare to show off. After confirming that I was far away from the mechanism, I stopped.

It was said that tomb robbers walked three or four steps forward, but in reality, archaeology was also very particular. However, the name of the name was changed to "Careful and Prudent". In the eyes of most people, archaeology was just like lifting a coffin in a tomb chamber. In fact, we are no different from them when it comes to special situations.

It's just that we won't take any black dog, blood donkey hooves.

I kept patting myself on the head, thinking too much.

I paused and leaned against the wall, preparing to eat and drink. Before I could open my bag, the wall behind me rattled.

Before I could say anything, I had already reached the other side of the wall.

I was almost directly thrown out and landed on a bulge that rose up and down. When I landed on the ground, that bulge was immediately crushed by me.

F * ck! I was about to prop myself up on my arms when I felt a slip in my hands and something small slipped out of my grasp.

Then... It was as if I had finally reached the boiling point and a pot of water had been boiled. The sizzling sounds echoed in my ears.

I'm covered in chicken skin. Something is crawling up my hair and down my body, and something is lying on my stomach.

This feeling! F * ck! Worms!

On that day, the old driver finally remembered that he was being controlled by a bird … F * ck, my mind is full of shit.

It's really overturned …" I kicked the idea out of my head. My hands were full of bugs. I couldn't get rid of either hand.

Fortunately, I was wearing trousers, which saved me a lot of trouble. I wanted to throw the bugs off my arms as if I were splashing water, but once I exerted my strength, the bugs' tentacles would tighten even more, as if they were trying to sink into the flesh.

At this moment, my eyes had already adapted to the intensity of the light. The light came from the left side of the platform, so faint that it didn't exist. If I wasn't able to see, I would have thought that the light was just an illusion.

I looked down at the bugs lying on my body. They were all motionless and cold. If anyone could see them, they would probably go crazy from the shock.

"Hmm …" I looked down at the bugs on my body. The more I looked at them, the more familiar they looked to me. Wait! Isn't that a scarab?

Holy Beetle... Shrimp … F * ck …

At the same time, I felt an incomprehensible smell coming from my body.

"Truly …" Don't scare yourself with the smell, "I comforted myself." You don't even know how deep down in the ground where this shit came from. The more I consoled myself, the more I wanted to vomit. I didn't want to think about it at all.

My bag did not come in with me. I stood up and leaned against the wall, trying to push myself out again, but whether I was on the left or right, it was useless. The wall didn't move at all, as if it had never let me in.

I tried to steady myself. Step by step, he stepped forward, trying not to step on the holy beetles, but to use his momentum to split them apart.

I walked towards the place that was emitting a green light.

This room was not very spacious. It was at most eight meters long, and its width had been reduced by half. The place that was emitting the green light was protruding out from. Although he couldn't see clearly, he could faintly feel that it was placed on the stage and it was stuck in something because the light wasn't shooting out in all directions. Half of it was blocked.

I slowly moved to where I was standing. My feet were already uneven. Other than the Holy Beetle Tsunami, the ground was also slightly bulging. But I soon grasped the pattern. Step after step, except that the slope and width of each level were almost negligible.

I could feel myself going up the slope. The green light in front of his eyes became clear and dense. When I move forward, my feet are blocked and I can't lift them.

Green light, behind it.

I stuck my head out and was stunned for a second.

The glowing green light emitted a soft glow as it lay on the corpse of the mummy. It was placed at the center of the heart, just like a demon spitting out its tongue, causing the mummy to appear a pale green color.

Although the face that might have been a mummified corpse was wrapped in layers of yellow cloth, the green light seemed to penetrate the fabric and imprint the distorted face.

If it wasn't for the fact that I had seen a lot of corpses in coffins, I would have fallen down the slope in a roll of fear.

By the time I had calmed down, it would be less frightening to look at it again. However, a foul stench permeated his breathing. It wasn't caused by the scarabs, but by the smell of corpses. The smell is like a picture of rotten meat coming in and out of maggots vividly in front of your eyes, suppressing me almost out of breath. The internal organs were not weathered but rotten and stinky, probably carrying dirty pus.

It was incredible. Egyptian mummies took a long time to make, and not just to wrap. He also had to dig out the internal organs and fill the body with spices.

"This person is not very lucky." Neither of these factors, I murmured.

Many people had bandages on the mummies in their heads, covering them tightly. In reality, it was true that the bag was like a dumpling, but it was usually wrapped with a large piece of cloth. It was on a completely different level from the thin bandage.

I kowtowed to the corpse and quietly said my apologies. I extended my hand to grab the Glowing Stone, but failed for the first time. I made a sound of surprise and realised that the stone wasn't placed on top of the corpse and instead was stuffed into the corpse, revealing only a portion of it.

I excused myself and reached for it. He changed his grip to a dig and grabbed the two ends of the rock. Then, he pulled it out with force. The moment it broke away from the rock, a "pu" sound could be heard.

I held it in my hand, wet at the bottom, and in my right hand holding the stone, the beetle clattered down. I did the same thing and wiped my whole body with the stone. I immediately returned to my original appearance. However, when I looked down at my shirt, which was a little tattered, I felt a little depressed.

After getting away from the bugs, I lowered my head to look at the stone in my hand. To be more precise, it didn't look like a stone. It was more like a thick and short glowing rod. When I looked again, there was a snake sealed inside!

This is called fluorescent amber?

I waved the Amber in my hand and continued to study the corpse. As for what I couldn't get out of it, I would wait.

My eyes swept over the hole that was originally filled with amber. There was actually a faint green light radiating from the hole.

I was suddenly interested and took out my Swiss Army knife, which I had been carrying in my pocket, ready for an autopsy.

"The stench shouldn't be internal organs. Fluorescent means that my stomach has been dug out and I still want to get up and die like I did in China? "Heh heh." With my hand on the knife, I drew straight down through the hole. With every step I took, I heard a "ding" as the sword was struck, causing the line to twist and distort.

But that had nothing to do with me, and by the time I was completely down to my stomach, the fabric had been torn in half. In almost an instant, the stomach exploded. The opening spread out to both sides, and the thing inside poked out from the thin layer of skin on the stomach. In almost an instant, the entire small dark room became as bright as day!

My eyes adjusted after a while. Looking at the stomach full of green "amber sticks" in front of me, I was so shocked that my head exploded.

What kind of f * cking hatred was this, stuffing these into his stomach!

The amber was scattered all over the place, creating a space under the skin of a very flexible person. As such, once it was torn apart, it would immediately appear as if his stomach had been ripped open.

I can see very clearly, my internal organs are no longer there, the stench is so strong … I made a cut on the head of the mummy.

As expected, a black, half-solidified body flowed out. A fishy smell immediately spread out like an explosion. It was also the sour taste of wine.

It was just that the brain was used to brew the brain, while the vessel used to brew the wine was just a head.

There was a fishy stench on the military knife. I casually wiped it on the cloth, so it could be considered clean.

Put the knife back in its sheath. I took another from the mummy's belly and stuffed it in my pants pocket. It was quiet around me, and as I passed, the bugs quickly moved to one side.

Seeing this scene, his heart relaxed slightly. The mummy's stomach was still glowing, so it didn't need the two lights in my hand.

This time I had a good look. But he felt a little uncomfortable.

The design of the coffin was Pharaoh's standard, including the beetles that were placed on top of the half-opened coffin lid.

I picked up the beetle and saw that it was made of pure gold. I didn't know what it would do. The front of the sculpture was lifelike, with large chunks of gems embedded in it. On the other side, there was a row of Egyptian characters carved into it.

There was no tool for me to capture this line of text. I had to bow to the mummy whose belly had been cut open, as an apology for a series of disrespectful actions.

When I got off the platform and looked back again, I felt a little out of place. He always felt that the coffin did not fit on the high platform beside it. It's not a question of size.

The ratio of the high platform to the coffin was eerily shocking. I didn't notice it before, but I was a little scared when I retreated far away. The coffin was not even two meters long, and the top of the high platform was only about one meter. The two sides of the coffin were unsymmetrical, as if they had been hastily placed there.

Something flashed through my mind and slipped away.

This was not the issue that was currently being considered. It was six o'clock in the morning, and my bag was on the other side of the stone wall. The worst part was that I couldn't get out.

But I'm not in a hurry. If I really can't get out, where are the bodies of the people who brought the coffins? Could it be that the mummy had moved over?

Thinking about how a mummy would carry a coffin and then help the coffin to lie down, I was afraid that I would laugh if I wasn't in this creepy environment.

That was not the point. I looked around and saw that the walls on all sides were smooth as new. I looked around: except for my impression, I couldn't even tell where the wall had been turned when I came in.

With the impression that I leaned over again, Buggy gave way to me, and I squatted down and groped my way up, barely able to keep my face straight.

Generally speaking, there would always be cracks in the wall. For example, if one wanted to turn the rotation settings, they would have to cut it open.

I straightened up and walked to the other wall.