The Spirit World

Chapter 777 The brain is shaking.

"Meow~" A white cat called lazily on the huge apple tree. This kind of call, which can only be made under the warm sunshine, will make people yawn.

So, in order to avoid yawning in the afternoon, Pylos, the greatest archaeologist in the principality, had to take a nap at noon.

The sound of his yawning was also like that of a lazy cat, but this "cat" missed what he thought was the best time to take a nap, and became drowsy and unable to fall asleep.

"It's over...Skarner..."

Almost unwillingly, he forced himself to lie on his bed. The branches of the huge apple tree slowly extended to his window. He looked out the window and saw a huge apple hanging on the branch.

"I feel like Tang Zilong must have lied to me... Last time he said he lent me a hundred gold coins to buy materials for his new and improved gun. Now he has no chance to get the new gun, and neither has my money..."

Pylos stared at the ceiling again. The ceiling of his room was painted with very white paint, and then some smaller patterns were hand-painted on it.

For example, he scribbled the name of his master, with the master wearing single-sided glasses and stuck to the ceiling like a bitter gourd, looking very scary.

And then there are things that just look childish.

The sun, the stars, the windmill, the four-leaf clover, the small ball, the hot air balloon...

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

They have gone through many years. When they were new, they looked neat despite being crooked. But now, they are old and no longer as colorful as they were back then.

Mottled black spots and some unknown things always affect their only beauty.

However, for Pylos, this was nothing. After all, he had to sleep in a tomb anyway, and it didn't seem to be a new thing for archaeologists to sleep in a tomb.

Pylos just couldn't take this necessary nap...

It's so annoying.

He thought so in his mind because Skarner ignored him.

Skarner sat in the next room with his eyes closed, just in time to see the apple glistening with water droplets.

For some reason, even though it was afternoon and the sun had climbed up into the sky for several hours, it had not yet baked the strange apples on this apple tree dry.

"I found that Tang Zilong is not reliable at all... Next time, I won't listen to him unless he has a definite answer... Next time he wants to borrow money from me, I won't be able to stop him from bowing to me..."

Pylos' legs were out from under the covers, and the white cat leapt onto his bed and grabbed his legs.

"And the Adventurer's Guild, they keep urging me to hand over the treasures I found in the tomb to them for safekeeping. Yesterday, a man named Paul came and insisted on having the ring I found... We went through so much hardship, sleeping in the open air, climbing mountains, diving into the sea, and going underground day and night, almost exhausting ourselves... to get such a thing that had no origin, and then the Adventurer's Guild came along halfway and knew that I had found such a thing... and wanted to rob it... They really have evil intentions."

Pylos had no intention of taking a nap, but he was extremely sleepy, with dark circles under his eyes. Upon closer inspection, he was indeed approaching his limit. This might be like a last burst of energy, which made him scared and sad.

Because if he died like this, it would be totally unworthy.

Correspondingly, Skarner did not fall asleep either.

"We haven't slept for seven days and seven nights... If we don't sleep, I think our bodies will explode..."

Pylos said these terrible words, but he actually laughed out loud.

"I never thought that my greatest archaeologist... would die in my own hands... I feel a little unwilling..."

Pylos was not unconscious and was very excited. Although he was tired, he just couldn't sleep.

The functions in his body were constantly activating the vitality in his body, to the point that he seemed to be mutating, and his whole person was changed to a somewhat scary level.

It's not the appearance that's scary, but the spirit.

for example:
"I've heard of a person who didn't sleep for seven days and seven nights, and ended up running around the street like a madman and died... Not to mention exploding, but simply having blood vessels all over his body tremble~"

Pylos compared his appearance to the last appearance of the man who had not slept for seven days and seven nights. He sat up suddenly, put his right hand over his head and placed it on his chin, and his left hand also circled his ribs and began to twitch.

He twitched, rolled his eyes and shouted: "My brain is shaking!"

It seemed as if this could be seen by Skarner next door, but in fact Skarner was not sleeping and had not opened his eyes.

But when Pylos imitated convulsions, the whole bed creaked.

With a thud, Pylos fell down again.

He wasn't sleepy, just tired.

No, strictly speaking, he was torturing himself because of the horrible fact that he was extremely sleepy but couldn't fall asleep.

“This is really terrible~”

He sighed almost in despair: "What should we do~Skarner~We are finished~The damn curse in this tomb may really take our lives~"

He glared at his legs as if he was acting like a spoiled child and kicked off the quilt, but then had to cover himself with the quilt obediently.

He sighed, a long, long, breath.

"One sheep... two sheep... three sheep..."

He began to count sheep in despair.

"I think we are under some kind of spell..."

Skarner then spoke.

It was better to listen to Pylos's chatter than to count sheep... because counting sheep would only exacerbate this tormenting boredom...

"Quetzalcoatl..."

Pylos was distracted from the topic when he counted the fifth sheep.

"How is it possible... Quetzalcoatl's tomb was not built by Quetzalcoatl himself... Only the vicious Quetzalcoatl could have cast these strange spells that torture people to death..."

Both Pylos and Skarner suffered endless torture because they could not sleep.

He didn't sleep for seven days and seven nights. If it were a normal person, he would probably die without knowing how he died...

"If we hadn't drunk the holy water left by King Allan when we were studying together... I guess we would have exploded and died by now."

Pylos couldn't stop complaining.

He had lost his little patience, because to him, this torture of not being able to sleep was more painful than killing him anyway.

"King Arlan...may have seen Quetzalcoatl...no, I should say, he has definitely seen most of the gods..."

Pylos suddenly calmed down: "Let's go to King Allan's tomb again and see if there is an antidote for the Quetzalcoatl?"

"King Arlan..." Skarner breathed heavily. He was also exhausted and it was almost difficult for him to be as energetic as Pylos.

"In the tomb of King Arlan, there must be an antidote to the Quetzalcoatl spell! There must be one!"

Pylos became excited! He sat up and threw the quilt over with great energy. "According to records, the legendary Quetzalcoatl tribe participated in the War of Gods, and the entire tribe perished in that War of Gods... King Allan, as our founding king and the spokesperson of God, must have seen all the gods in the legend!"

"Six gods of justice, and six gods of evil..."

Skarner added to what Pylos had said. However, for such an excited Pylos, Skarner's words were completely unheard of.

"The holy water that the six of us drank was the treasure of God that King Allan sent people to collect! Drinking it can prolong your life and make you immune to all poisons!"

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

He turned around and put on his entire outfit in one go.

"Holy Water of God..." Skarner heard the noise from next door and stood up from his seat. He shook his head violently to sober himself up.

The feeling of being sleepy yet not sleepy, awake yet not aware, is extremely uncomfortable for the torturer.

This is not dozing off, but a spell that can cause a person to completely lose the opportunity to hibernate before he dies, causing the entire body to be overloaded and all the functions of the body to begin to fail, leading to death.

It was not what Pylos said, that the blood vessels could not bear the pressure and the body exploded and died.

This curse was contracted by Pylos and Skarner when he entered the tomb of a Quetzalcoatl.

This is also a tomb-guarding curse, which is designed to prevent tomb robbers from taking things out of the tomb world. After they escape from the visible mechanisms, they will die completely in front of the invisible spell.

It just so happened that when Pylos and Skarner were young, they encountered a thief in the tomb of the founding king of the Principality of Allan, and drank the holy water collected by the King of Allan in the tomb.

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

Pylos put on his hiking boots.

"This is so uncomfortable..."

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

His handsome face looked exhausted due to lack of sleep, but he forced himself to tidy up his appearance in front of the large dressing mirror.

At least he looks like a spirited young man.

"Listen to me, Pylos..."

Skarner was already standing at the door of Pylos.

"I don't know what's going on... After all, this is the only reason I can't support you doing this."

Skarner was a little worried, but although there was worry in his words, there was no emotional fluctuation.

Skarner was like this, doing many things and saying many things with a blank expression. When Skarner was the captain of Fran's Flying Eagles and managed the peace in this area, he had smiled before, but now, the false accusations against them were enough to make him lose his smile for the rest of his life.

Because Skarner's parents were implicated and paid a heavy price for the false accusation against him, Skarner felt extremely guilty and became silent.

However, his previous condition has not changed much.

Cool and cold seemed to be the words used by others to describe Skarner. Only Pylos, his former best friend, could keep him silent.

Or, listen to Pylos chattering like an old woman.

"We got the approval of the principal last time, and because we are students of the highest academy, we have this guarantee, so we know that we have the opportunity to enter the King's Tomb."

Skarner obviously felt that this time it was unlikely.

"I am also a doctor in the college now..." Pylos asked in confusion: "Let's talk to the principal. How could he not guarantee us? We are not going to steal anything..."

"Oh!" Pylos suddenly realized!

"You can't... Your problems haven't been completely resolved yet, and your three-year guarantee period is only a few months old..."

Pylos's frown was deep in his heart.

"Maybe we can find the principal. He can solve this problem... Yeah! That must be the case! Don't be afraid, Skarner. The principal knows you, and I will vouch for you... What are you afraid of..."

Pylos frowned again: "I finally thought of a way..."

Scana shook his head with a forced smile.

"The headmaster won't let us touch anything in the King's Crypt again... trust me."

"If only we knew why we couldn't sleep for the past three days..." Pylos lay down on the bed again, and was bounced up for a moment.

“On the fourth day, the fifth day, the sixth day, I finally found the symptoms in the ancient books. I felt like we were all dead… Haaaaaaa…”

Pylos kicked his feet on the bed, looking like a spoiled child. No, he was probably ready to throw in the towel.

“What should I do… What should I do… We won’t die here, will we?… Will the holy water be able to stop it? Ahhhhh——”

Pylos was on the verge of losing his mind.

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

“My brain is trembling, ahhhhh——”

Pylos cried out like a little child.

Skarner could only stand outside the door and sigh.

No matter what kind of spell it is, once you are hit, it will be extremely painful and torturous. The Quetzalcoatl are proficient in spells, and this kind of spell set in the tomb is not so easy to break.

If it is possible, perhaps only something that God possesses can solve it...

At this moment...the doorbell, which had been silent for a long time, rang quickly.

"Ding-dong-"

"Who!" Pylos sat up suddenly.

Skarner also slowly stopped walking back to his room following the sound.

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

You know, no one ever knocks on the door of an archaeologist who is rarely at home.

It was only during these seven days, for the first time ever, that they stayed at home and...tortured themselves.

Walking up the stairs slowly, outside the window, a man in a black robe was ringing the doorbell and waiting quietly for the door to open without saying a word.

The man was about the height of a seven-year-old child, with his face completely hidden under the black robe. The person who came was Ning Sanqi, Chang Yufeng.

(End of this chapter)