Chapter 3441 Resurrection

Originally, I thought that the situation in the fourth tomb chamber would be roughly the same as that in the third tomb chamber. Even if there were no jagged rocks falling, at least there would be a hail of missiles and arrows.

However, this was not the case. The fourth tomb was calm and there were no strange sounds.

If there is no sound, it probably means nothing is happening.

I thought to myself.

Just when I took a step forward, another bad thought suddenly came to my mind: Could it be some kind of silent trap, for example, poison gas?

I was startled and quickly asked the expert, "Why is there no sound in the fourth tomb? Could there be some accident?"

Unexpectedly, the expert looked calm. He showed no concern that his companion might be in danger. Instead, he felt relaxed.

After a few seconds of silence, he slowly said: "Don't worry, sir, this fourth tomb must be the safest."

"What's the meaning of this statement?"

"Because there are no real coffins in the first three tombs."

Hearing this, I suddenly woke up: Yes, since there are no real coffins in the first three tombs, it means that the real coffins are placed in the fourth tomb!

Since the coffin of the real owner is in the fourth tomb, there will naturally be no traps placed in it. After all, if this happens, the coffin may be destroyed and the body of the owner of the tomb may suffer misfortune.

Although the then monarch may not like the prince, after all, the prince has the blood and identity of the Tian family, and wanton destruction may be detrimental to the prosperity of the dynasty.

Therefore, no matter how much you hate yourself, you will never do anything that will damage your foundation.

As expected by experts, the fourth tomb was very safe, but slightly empty. Looking at it, there was only one coffin placed in the entire tomb.

"Do you want to open it?" I asked Simmons Locke.

"Open" Simmons Locke said without hesitation.

Several experts and a group of assistants worked together to pry open the lid of the coffin. Under the lid was another coffin, which was very small, about two meters long and more than one meter wide.

"This should be the coffin of the tomb owner."

One of the experts said.

This time, the experts stepped back at the same time, and assistants wearing protective suits and helmets began to open the coffin lid.

After prying for a quarter of an hour, the metal coffin lid finally made a soft sound, and then an unpleasant smell wafted out.

"Back off!" the expert leader shouted loudly.

We all took a few steps back.

The assistants continued to surround the coffin and pry it hard.

The main reason why the assistants did not leave was because their protective clothing and protective helmets were sealed, and they also had oxygen bottles on their backs, which could continuously supply oxygen for more than ten hours. This equipment was produced in Fort Vicky and is a specialized Used for dangerous work.

Since they have been provided with such a sharp tool, they naturally have to let them use this set of equipment to its full potential. Otherwise, will the money be wasted?

Whether the assistants can survive in this environment is not a question that senior officials consider.

When the lid was completely pried open, a withered arm suddenly lifted up, causing several assistants to scream in surprise and sit on the ground.

"What's going on?" I asked confused.

"Normal phenomenon," the expert team leader said calmly.

"Are these smells toxic?" I asked curiously.

"Yes." The expert team leader nodded: "But it is slightly poisonous and will not cause harm to the human body."

"That's good" I nodded.

The assistant tested it with instruments and confirmed that there was no danger. He made a gesture and we stepped forward.

How should I put it? This is a mummy, wrinkled, and the color of the outer skin is bright yellow. Presumably, the owner of the tomb must have been a person with a fairer complexion during his lifetime.

Beside him were some palm-sized bottles and cans. I asked the expert team leader what they were.

The expert team leader told me: "These are utensils used to hold internal organs."

"So cruel?" I asked in shock: "You can't even leave the body intact?"

"This should be a ritual," the expert leader said, "If I'm not mistaken, this ritual should be a ritual to pray for the resurrection of the dead."

"Praying for the resurrection of the dead?" I asked puzzledly: "Then the internal organs should be left in the body, right? If you dig out all the internal organs and put them in containers, what is praying for the resurrection of the dead?"

"You don't know something," the expert leader said: "This is the custom of some tribes during the melee period. They firmly believe that as long as the internal organs are preserved in the best antiseptic method, one day, after the tomb owner is resurrected, he can obtain a Whole, fresh internal organs are used to sustain the body, without the need to plunder internal organs from other organisms.”

"But the question is, can these tomb owners really be resurrected?"

I frowned, curious.

"Reporting to your lord, there are indeed cases of resurrection, but this kind of situation is rare."

The expert leader said.

"Is there really a resurrection?" I looked confused and dumbfounded.

After a while, the figure of Achilles appeared in my mind: Yes, Achilles was also awakened through the summoning ceremony. Since Achilles can be awakened, resurrection may not be impossible. things.

Just when I had just figured it out, the expert leader said: "Yes, sir, several of His Majesty's guards have been resurrected."

"Guards?" I looked at the guards around me in shock, but I saw Simmons Locke shaking his head and saying, "Those guards are on duty in the palace. I didn't take them with me on this trip."

"May I ask Your Majesty, who are they?"

"What you have seen," Simmons Locke said, "are the Sky Clan people who usually patrol the palace."

"A Celestial Clan person?" I asked doubtfully, "Didn't you say that the Celestial Clan person is a descendant of a Celestial Clan person?"

Simmons Locke thought for a moment, recalled that meeting, and couldn't help but smile: "That Celestial Clan person is indeed a descendant of the Celestial Clan, but there are also some other Celestial Clan people that I have not introduced to you. When I go back, Let me introduce you to them."

"That's not necessary," I said, "but Your Majesty, since there are Celestial Clan people guarding us, why not let them help analyze how to use the weapons we discovered last time?"

"It's a pity" Simmons Locke shrugged and said helplessly: "When they were buried in the tomb, that kind of weapon had not yet been invented."

"Then what professions do they have?" I asked curiously.

"They are all ammunition experts, but they are all ammunition experts with noble births but not very high grades."

"In other words, they are all young children of the royal family or nobles?"

"He is a young descendant of a noble family. He was expected to become a strong man, but he was assassinated due to internal conflicts in the country."

Speaking of this, Simmons Locke had regrets on his face.