Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"never."

"it…"

“So fresh.”

Chapter 47 Insect Bites and Attacks

The fresh mummies looked as if they had not yet completely decayed.

How to describe it… It’s like having wet strips of meat still hanging on the body.

The lid of the mummy's coffin was thrown on the ground, with countless messy scratches on the inside.

Evelyn was very surprised by this.

"These marks..." The woman compared them with her hands, and her fingers matched the scratches perfectly: "They were made by fingernails."

She looked at Mori Yuesha who was squatting beside her curiously and explained in detail: "This person should have been buried alive, you see..."

"He also left a message."

Several people followed Evelin's fingers and moved their eyes to the upper inside, where the same nail scratches could be pieced together into a phrase.

"die…"

“It’s just the beginning.”

…………

The fire brings warmth at night.

A group of people formed two rows around it and chatted with each other about their discoveries today.

The American expedition seemed to have discovered Seti's coffin and treasure chamber. Several people were delighted and drank whiskey with red faces. They even took time to tease O'Connor while chatting.

"I heard you found the mummy?"

"I suppose you could sell it to a homeless guy who collects firewood and maybe get a few cents for it."

Evelyn sat next to O'Connor. She didn't hate people who liked gold. She just simply disliked these tasteless Americans.

"Look." The woman spoke in a low voice, and under the crackling firelight, she held out a handful of blue-gray fossils as if offering a treasure, and also stuffed a handful into Mori Yuesha's palm.

"The skeleton of a scarab, a flesh-eating insect." Evelyn held up the scarab and showed off, "I found it in Mr. Fresh's coffin."

"This kind of worm can live for several years if it has a dead body to eat."

——However, neither Mori Yuesha, O'Connor, nor the Americans across the fire could understand Evelyn's love.

It's just a bug.

"Of course it's more than that." Evelyn showed the beetle's sharp mouthparts and huge curved horns to the people around her: "I guess our poor Mr. Fresh was still alive when he was eaten."

"You mean someone threw these bugs in there and let him be 'slowly' eaten?"

Evelyn's eyes flickered as she looked at O'Connor playfully: "It's very... very slow."

As he listened, the surroundings became quieter and quieter. Jonathan seemed to want to liven up the atmosphere that had become dull because of his sister, so he casually said while holding his glass, "Then he must not be very popular."

"Maybe there's a story with Pharaoh's daughter?"

"Probably too much whiskey, Jonathan."

Mingling with strangers was something Jonathan was born with. And his sister?

Will continue to mess up the atmosphere.

"Actually," Evelyn raised her voice, "this punishment is called Hom-Dai (worm bite), which is the most vicious curse in ancient Egypt, used against the most heinous sinners."

Jonathan drank the wine in one gulp and was about to interrupt again when he was stopped by Mori Yuesha.

The girl gave Jonathan a warning look: "Shh... I want to hear Eve talk."

"I've never heard of this curse being carried out. Those research reports and historical documents never recorded it..." Evelyn continued, and the attention of the people around her gradually focused on the woman's vivid description.

Mori Yuesha raised her hand: "Why has it never been executed?"

"Because they are worried about the consequences." Evelyn raised the insect in a somewhat gloomy tone. In front of the orange-yellow fire, there was a ferocious blue-gray mouthpart: "The book says that once the sinners who are bitten by insects are resurrected, they will bring endless disasters to Egypt..."

There was silence.

"O'Connell! Burns!"

Suddenly, the man's panicked roar broke the silence of the night!

Burns was the man in round-framed glasses listening attentively to the story in front of the fire. When he heard his friend Henderson's roar, he immediately stood up - and the people in the circle in front of the fire also stood up and loaded their bullets into the chamber.

"Get up! Get ready!"

"They're here again!"

"Henderson? Who's here?"

Burns shouted back, and within seconds, they heard the thundering sound of horse hooves!

The man in black robe appeared again.

Henderson ran back desperately with his gun in hand, followed by a rapidly rising and falling black wave.

Small bonfires were crushed by horses' hooves, sparks flying everywhere. Men in black robes and black boots rode on horses, with shiny scimitars hanging from their waists - they rushed straight towards the crowd's camp!

Under the moon, the sharp scimitar chopped off the shouts.

"Be careful! Evelyn! Go back! Take Mori Yuesha back to the tomb!" The man roared and waved his hands behind him. He shot down several men on horseback with two revolvers in his hands, and then pulled out another one from the holster on his calf and threw it to Jonathan.

Fighting an enemy on horseback in an open area is very dangerous, just like not facing a cavalry charge on the plains. O'Connor wanted Evelyn to take Mori Yuesha back to the underground tomb, at least... horses couldn't get in.

But Evelyn was not so obedient.

"Go back, Mori Yuesha, go back to the tomb!" Evelyn parroted, bending over and quietly following her brother.

The camp was in chaos at this time. The terrified workers ran around like headless flies, and were easily killed by the scimitars on horseback.

Gunshots rang in her ears. Evelyn picked up a long-handled shotgun and felt the bullets flying from different directions, whizzing through the human body and falling into the sand.

Da…da…da.

"Oh…no!"

A man in a black robe was riding a horse, with the lower half of his face covered by a black and blue veil.

When he saw Evelyn, he quickly drew out his scimitar!

"Let me think... Brave Eve! You can do it... Pull the bolt first... No! How can I... Oh, it's here..."

The woman lowered her head to fiddle with the hunting rifle in her hand. She didn't notice the figure getting closer and closer. With the sound of horse hooves, the machete could almost cut off her head...

"Don't move! Don't come over here! I'm going to shoot!"

The woman just couldn't pull the trigger. In the hands of someone who doesn't know how to use a gun, this iron rod is no more useful than a knife.

"do not move!"

The scimitar is raised high...

And swung it down quickly!

boom!

A bullet pierced the brain.

The man looked behind Evelin in disbelief, then fell off the horse with a plop. After struggling for a few seconds, he lay face down on the sand and did not move.

The chaos continues.

"Mori Yuesha?" Evelyn dropped the gun and turned around in shock - Nagini was standing not far away, holding a gun in her hand, and the girl next to her was holding a black cat, waving at her with a smile.

“Sister, are you scared?” The girl pulled Evelyn up and said, “Don’t worry, Nagini is very accurate.”

"Why does your maid use a gun?" Evelyn worriedly pulled Mori Yuesha over to a place where she thought Nagini couldn't hear her. She touched the girl's waist, then touched her back, and patted her hard twice!

"Didn't I tell you not to come out?"

"O'Connor also told you not to come out." The girl held Evelyn's arm and pointed at the group of people on horseback: "Did you notice?"

"Found...what?"

"gun."

——Indeed, in addition to the scimitars on the waists of those black-robed men, if you look closely, you will see guns hidden in the bags behind their backs and at their feet.

Why don't they...?

The question was soon answered.

Twenty or thirty local workers, plus five or six hired Americans and a scholar of ancient Egyptian history - this combination was no match for the desert people on horseback.

The opponent was obviously on the verge of exploding.

The leading man held up a scimitar and gradually led his men to form a circle around the outsiders - O'Connor stood at the front of the crowd, holding a grenade in his palm and pointing the muzzle of his left hand at the vast number of black robes.

"Enough!" The black-haired man had a long nose and dark characters tattooed under his eyes. He called out to his men behind him who wanted to draw their guns and shoot, asking them to calm down.

"You can't fight us in the desert." He glared at O'Connor and Henderson. "Get out of here! Go back to where you belong!"

"I don't want to sacrifice my people to fight the people behind you."

"But if you don't listen and continue to stay here..."

"Everyone will die."

"I'll give you one day to leave!"

"Just one day."

The stiff tone was barely understandable to the people present. After speaking briefly, the man took two steps back, grabbed the reins and jumped onto the horse: "Yallah! Nimshi!"

The black tide quickly disappeared behind the ruins of the site.

"He was saying, 'Everyone, let's go.'" Evelyn rubbed her wrist. The fall just now was not light.

"Thank you for your translation, miss. We are in trouble now." O'Connor sighed and turned to Henderson: "I think we'd better be obedient."

Mr. Henderson spat and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"There must be a lot of gold here! Otherwise, these local guys wouldn't risk their lives to stop us."

"This just proves we're on the right track, O'Connell."

Chapter 48 Treasure

Henderson knew well that this group of workers was no match for the group of black-robed men on horseback.

He planned to work hard for another day, try to gain something worthy of praise, then pack his luggage in the evening and leave here early tomorrow morning.

So the expedition team set out early in the morning as soon as the sun came out.

Mr. Henderson's blond hair had long been stuck together, and his clothes were no longer as clean as when he first arrived. He would look at the expensive watch on his wrist from time to time, urging the workers to continue to speed up the excavation progress.

"Those bastards in the desert might show up again at any time." He kicked the gravel under his feet irritably: "One day! One day! We only have one day left."

"First, find some valuable antiques and take them back to Mr. Muska."

"and then?"

The man with thick glasses folded his arms and held a cigarette in his mouth.

"And then hire an army to kill them all." Henderson said disdainfully, he took out the same wrinkled cigarette from his chest pocket and put it in his mouth, picked up the crowbar and ran straight to the black coffin engraved with golden hieroglyphs.

Clang!

The crowbar was inserted into the gap, the man bit his cigarette holder, squeezed the flesh on his face together, and pressed the crowbar down hard!

"Be careful!" The Egyptologist they had hired at a high price pulled Henderson away, pinched his arm and growled, "Be careful! Do you think Seti is a fool?"

"I think those who put gold in tombs are not very smart." Henderson put down the crowbar and spoke, his cigarette moving up and down. "Mr. Seti a thousand years ago was no exception."