Chapter 192: Book of Death (modified)

Allen quickly turned over and entered the golden coffin and closed the lid.
As the first boulder fell, the crypt shook more severely.
The three people hiding in the golden coffin were swayed and hit the wall everywhere.
"What is going on?" Nancy's nerves were hit by pain and panic, and she couldn't help but yell.
"Whatever it is, as long as you can save your life, everything will be fine!" Ron leaned in the corner of the coffin and was stunned.
"Come with me!" Allen held on to Nancy who bumped into his arms, his tone calm.
"Where to go?" Ron and Nancy asked in unison.
"There is an emergency exit in the coffin." Allen explained, "There is a small exit. The Egyptians built hidden doors and emergency exits in many mummified coffins so that the souls of the corpses can leave."
"Wow!" Ron exclaimed in surprise, and Nancy sobbed excitedly.
"Go, you two will go with me."
The huge stone fell on the top of the golden coffin, and the loud sound seemed to burst the eardrum, and there was a hum in the ears of the three people.
Alan turned away in the huge coffin and straightened his waist. He pushed open the small hidden door behind the coffin and got out. The exit was very small, only enough for them to crawl out.
I don’t know how long they have been crawling in the low and low caves. The sounds of rumbling and falling boulders are all left behind. I don’t know how long they have walked. When they can finally stand up straight, they find that they are here. An empty temple.
The owner of the temple is the Osiris, who specializes in measuring the merits of the world.
"Ah!" Nancy exclaimed, "That mummy!"
Ron opened his mouth exaggeratedly. "Is he not dead yet?"
"Don't worry, this is just a realistic statue!" Allen comforted.
Tutanmunka's sculpture knelt in front of Osiris, the main god, with a cobra painted on his forehead and his wand lying flat on the ground.
Osiris on the colored throne, holding a scepter and whip in his hands.
His skin is green, he wears a tall hat, and has a black columnar beard. His expression is very solemn, and he seems to be considering how to arrange the undead in front of him.
"We may no longer be within the scope of the pyramid." Allen carefully observed the surrounding environment and came to a conclusion.
"Where are we?" Ron asked.
Nancy also looked at Ellen eagerly, how she wished she could escape this nightmare place as soon as possible!
"I don't know where it is, but what is certain is that there must be a water source nearby." Allen replied affirmatively, "Look, there are signs of flooding on the walls and the ground."
"Huh, what's that?" Allen walked to the lotus throne surrounded by 4 pillars in the center of the temple.
A black scroll was placed quietly in the center of the throne.
Alan wrapped his hands in dragon leather gloves and gently unfolded the scrolls, and found that besides some hieroglyphs that he couldn't understand, various vivid pictures, and some ancient magic texts!
Allen recognized the top few words-the book of death!
The following lines are roughly: Osiris, the of the underworld, I have opened a path for myself. I follow in the footsteps of Horus. I am a holy lotus that grows on the land of pulling. Please see clearly. My quality, I am a sinless soul, please grant me eternal life.
Those exquisite patterns portray how Tutan Mengka injected his soul into the scarab-shaped amulet in order to obtain the blessing of God and seek eternal life.
Allen translated these words to Ron and Nancy, in exchange for their ignorant expressions.
"Who is Horus?" Nancy asked first, she was looking forward to finding a way out of here.
"Horus is the son of the above Osiris. The Eye of Horus represents the ability to distinguish good from evil, defend people's health, and help the dead resurrect." Allen explained based on the content of the picture.
"Why does he want to turn himself into a shit-shell man?" Ron looked disgusted.
"The ancient Egyptians called the dung beetle a scarab, a symbol of resurrection and birth."
Allen felt that after Tutanmunka had foreseen his death, he painstakingly planned the resurrection four thousand years later.
Ron snorted disdainfully, "Look at the dense mummies! I have found so many people to bury him, and dare to call himself innocent!"
"So he suffered four thousand years of imprisonment for nothing, and he won't live forever!" Nancy looked at the majestic on the high throne in awe.
"Does the book say how we will get out?" Ron asked eagerly.
"As long as we escape the curse of'Black Olof', we can return to the world." Allen read this "Book of Death" carefully, it is simply a guide to reincarnation!
"We didn't chant the resurrection spell, are we going to be cursed?" Nancy's heart frowned at the thought of these strange things that had happened tonight.
"Actually, it was Tutanmonka himself who chanted the spell!" Allen shrugged ~EbookFREE.me~ But "Black Olof"? Eye of the Creator? Is it the energy stone the system is looking for? Allen thought of the huge black gem on Tutanmenka's wand.
He summoned the wand, and the black gem on the wand soared into the air and flew straight to the wand in Osiris's hand on the seat of God, where it merged with the wand.
The Allen trio wanted to go over and take a closer look.
Suddenly it was dark in the temple, and Nancy creaked under her feet. She screamed and rushed forward, the thing slid away from her feet.
Allen felt something rubbing his ankle. He kicked out immediately, but didn't get anything.
Allen wanted to cast a fluorescent curse, but was shocked to find that demons were forbidden here! None of the spells can be cast!
"Ah, help!" Ron and Nancy yelled in horror.
There are some small animals on the ground, many, many. But what is that?
Ron thought of the spider for the first time. The crawling sounds of these little animals were very similar to spiders, and something slapped Allen's ankle, and he stomped desperately.
In the darkness, Allen felt that the whole ground was moving, and the ground was moving forward, rolling, shaking, and boiling under his feet like a wave.
Something climbed onto Ellen's leg. It was hard with thorns on it.
Clicking and clicking sounds kept coming, as if animals were biting at each other.
Nancy panted, her chest undulating, her whole body caught by waves of fear.
Ron was so scared that he was out of his mind. In his mind, all the spiders and dense spiders were crawling on the ground, under his feet, and on his body.
But Allen felt that these animals had barbeds, not like spiders.