Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"You hired me, so I have to guarantee your safety, Henderson!" The scholar straightened his hat and pushed him away: "Call the workers to pry it open!"

"Come here! You guys!"

He pushed his glasses up, and the fellow man next to him advised him: "He makes sense, Henderson. We have to be careful."

Mr. Henderson kicked the black coffin irritably, then stepped back muttering and asked three workers to take crowbars and pry along the traces of the gap.

"Strength!"

"Harder! Faster! We're not on vacation!"

"Hurry! Up! A bit!"

bark...

"what sound?"

"Did you hear it?"

The sound like gas leakage went from subtle to louder, and as the three workers pried it open one after another, the black coffin suddenly opened - fan-shaped white smoke sprayed just covering the faces of the three people!

The gushing thick smoke enveloped the three people in the blink of an eye, wrapping them tightly like a sticky fog!

呲呲——!

Bang!

"my face!"

"No! Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!"

"Back off! Damn it! Back off!"

The thick white smoke was pungent and dense. The bones on the faces of the three local workers who emerged from the smoke were clearly visible - something had corroded their exposed skin.

Generally speaking, death is painful.

"Drag them out! Drag the three of them out and call new workers in! Quickly!"

Mr. Henderson pulled at his tie, looking grim.

It was just three workers, and it wouldn’t cost much—even less in US dollars. To be honest, if the Egyptologist hadn’t told them that hiring a large number of people in the desert would be tantamount to suicide…

These consumables.

Hula hula.

Workers were soon added to the team as they turned over tools. Pushing the black coffin open from the gap, a huge box was revealed.

Square, brown-red in color, with scriptures carved on each side.

"It seems that Mr. Seti likes writing very much," Henderson stared at the box, "Maybe... this is what we are looking for."

"Move out!"

The box fell to the ground. It was not too heavy and could be lifted by three or two workers.

"Let me see if it's gold—"

"Wait! There's a curse on it!" The scholar grabbed Henderson in fear, "Let me take a look first!"

However, these Americans are really fearless: "Curse a bullshit."

"Who cares, just open it!"

"Mr. Henderson, you should be concerned." The scholar pointed at the man's nose and said unhappily, "In a place like this, the curse left over from ancient times is still very effective..."

The firelight reflected the faces of several people. Thinking of what Evelin said last night, several people looked at each other for two seconds, and shrugged as if in compromise: “Okay, please hurry up, Big Doctor.”

The scholar then turned his gaze back to the box and began to read intermittently.

'Where...'

'Anyone who opens this box...'

'You will inevitably die.'

Henderson quipped: "Most of the graves are the same threat."

Continue reading below.

'After opening this box...'

"The vengeful spirit that was sealed by the Holy Law..."

'Will awaken.'

'It will kill anyone who opens the box...'

'Take its internal organs and blood...'

'Through this method, he was reborn and returned to the world.'

After reading it, the scholar fell silent.

He felt a chill creeping up from his feet, goose bumps appeared all over his skin, the firelight was no longer warm, and it seemed as if there was a low humming sound coming from the underground or far away...

boom!

Henderson kicked open the lid of the wooden box.

"Finished, great doctor?" The man retracted his foot, squatted down again with a smile, and patted the scholar who was glaring at him on the back, "We can't just turn back like superstitious idiots, can we?"

"Won't you tell us what's in here?"

The scholar sighed and gently uncovered the worn linen inside the box - but then he was met with a look of disbelief and great surprise!

"Oh…no! It really exists!"

"The legend is true!"

After tremblingly untying the cloth, a thick and large black metal book was revealed.

"It really exists... The Black Book of the Dead."

The scholar carefully took out the book and stroked the figures and words engraved on it with his fingers; except for the deep and blooming octagonal flowers on the surface, the entire book was almost engraved with figures and lines that he could not understand.

Dark and cold.

Gorgeous and solemn.

Except for one thing that was hard for him to accept...he couldn't open the book.

"a book?"

"Great." Several Americans touched the black scripture perfunctorily and asked, "Where is the treasure?"

"That's it..."

The scholar slowly stood up, holding the heavy metal book solemnly, and looked at the three people devoutly: "Gentlemen...Gentlemen! This is the treasure!"

“It’s a priceless treasure!”

"Don't give me that. I don't want it even if you give it to me..." Henderson walked around the wooden box and kicked the side of the box impatiently with the tip of his shoe.

With a click, another box lid was kicked open.

"Henderson!"

"Shh..."

"God..."

The four men bent over and looked: there were five or six small cans neatly stacked in the box.

The bottle body is gilded with ivory edges; the top of the lid is carved with different animals, such as eagles, jackals, and lions, each with its own exquisiteness; if you look closely at the connection of the bottle cap, you can also find some marks left by the sculptor accidentally.

Now there is some sand and dust embedded in it.

Pick it up and shake it, and it makes a rustling sound.

“This is our treasure…”

"Sell it for a good price."

Chapter 49 Money-making Maniac and Miss Kill You

The deep corridor was so quiet that one could hear the sound of a pin drop. Mori Yuesha, holding a black scripture that almost covered her chin, walked lightly across the stone slabs. Nagini, holding the black cat, followed her master silently, following the instructions of the little guy in her arms from time to time to "turn left and right".

"You just came out, and you don't know the way back?" The object of Bastet's contempt was of course Mori Yuesha: "A planeswalker can't even remember the way."

"This is not my home." Mori Yuesha held the scriptures, and her palms could still feel the chill emanating from the heavy metal.

"But you've been here for a day." The black cat looked up, "Your wisdom——"

Nagini's arms suddenly tightened.

"Gah-"

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Mori Yuesha turned around and found Bastet lying in Nagini's arms with her head drooped; while Nagini smiled and said, "The cat is tired, lie down for a while."

——Today is the last day. Before dusk, everyone packed up their luggage and tools and prepared to leave at dawn tomorrow. Mori Yuesha, who learned that the Black Book of the Dead had been discovered, also moved at Bastet's urging.

Leaving Arrietty to look after Evelyn, she borrowed the scripture and strolled all the way to the tomb to resurrect the high priest who lived a thousand years ago.

"Don't you have the key?" Bast collapsed weakly in Nagini's arms: "Open it and recite the resurrection spell."

"Oh, actually I've always wanted to ask." Mori Yuesha's nails tapped on the iron sheet of the scripture, making a 'ding ding ding' sound.

"What do you plan to do to impress the resurrected Mummy, so as to ensure that he can tell you about the whereabouts of the God's Box and the descendants of humans?"

Mori Yuesha doesn't think highly of Bastet.

It is obvious that the cat god does not like what the priest had done in the past. Under this preconceived impression, can the questions raised by the high and mighty god get... answers?

You have to know that the other party has been dead for three thousand years.

"Of course." Bastet was full of confidence: "If he doesn't tell the truth..."

"how is it?"

The black cat scratched his chin, feeling somewhat puzzled: "I am a god, how dare he lie to me?"

"Don't tell me this is your plan?" Mori Yuesha covered her face, becoming even more powerless than Bastet: "My Lady Cat God, this is not the era tens of millions of years ago when you displayed your divine power..."

"Impossible, he was the high priest of the Pharaoh! He must respect the gods and answer my questions!" Bastet didn't understand what Mori Yuesha had to worry about: "What do you think gods are? All his power comes from us!"

Mori Yuesha curled her lips: You have no power now.

"Well... whatever you want. Anyway, you can't blame my dragon." The girl threw the scripture down with a bang, said hello to the hideous and stiff mummy, and inserted the octagonal box into the groove of the book cover.

Rotate.

Click…

The sound of the chain twisting was powerful and rhythmic: when the book page was opened, there was an extremely mechanized scene inside - each page (metal sheet) was connected to an exquisitely crafted silver chain, and when someone opened it with a key, it could drive the chain lock to unlock the heavy metal book.

Hieroglyphs were engraved on the pages of the iron book. Although Mori Yuesha could not understand some of the words, this did not prevent the girl from appreciating the beauty of the words.

"Beauty is eternal..." She gently touched the inscription, with deep emotion: "Even if you can't understand it, your brain can still tell what beauty is..."

"A wonderful device..."

The black cat squatted beside the coffin lid, sweeping its tail boredly, and watched Nagini take out a pistol and load it with bullets one by one.

"What are you doing? Little snake girl."

"I'm making safety preparations, Ms. Bast." Nagini glanced at the black cat, her hands still moving: "If the resurrected gentleman tries to harm my master..."

"Tsk." Bastet grinned mockingly: "Do you think mortal guns can hurt him?"

"Then can you?" Nagini asked back: "You are a god, can you protect the master?"

"He, he——" Black Cat choked and argued: "He dare not hurt us, I am a god!"

Nagini seemed to understand something. She nodded carefully and took out a second gun from her waist.

Bastet: ...

Each one of them is so irritating.