The Natural Disaster Mixed In Marvel

Chapter 270: Urn

After being watched by the crowd, Evelyn fiddled with the mummy for a while, took out the camera and snapped a few photos, and then returned to the team full of enthusiasm.

There was nothing notable about this embalming room, and after Aveline finished her research, everyone moved on.

The exit from the embalming room was only a narrow passage that could only be passed by one person, and everyone formed a lineup and continued to move forward.

Naturally, the strongest Angelo and Stark lead the battle at the front, and at the end it is Frank who wants to kill you three thousand times, so as to ensure the greatest degree of safety, and everyone else is protected in the middle.

The passage was very long. If he hadn't seen that the walls on both sides were polished and smoothed by hand, An Qiluo would have thought he was walking in the wrong direction.

There was a sound of friction different from the sound of footsteps, which attracted everyone's attention.

"What's the sound?" A member of the Guardian clan asked in the team.

"It should be bugs. It's normal to have bugs in the desert. Let's go, there are people behind." Another guardian said indifferently, "The two bosses in front and the killing god at the end didn't say anything. , what are you afraid of, your nerves are too tense."

"Hey. That's right, with those people around, there shouldn't be any danger. Forget it, let's go..."

The guardian didn't care anymore, and didn't notice at all. As he moved forward, a slight sound sounded under his feet, and a blue-black beetle was trampled into several petals by him.

In the darkness, a beetle that looked like a blue-black gemstone woke up one after another, and began to sway on the spot...

After a long period of time, the huge team finally came out of the small narrow passage and came to a spacious space.

Although An Qiluo didn't recognize the "ghost painting symbols" written on the wall, if he read correctly, the two pillars at the end of the space in front of him were the legs of the statue of Anubis on their heads.

"Evelyn, do you want to take a look? If you don't need to take pictures, I will start smashing the wall." Angelo took out a sledgehammer from his space ring and weighed it in his hand , shouted to the back of the line.

"Come on, come on!" Evelyn trotted all the way from behind the line, still holding her delicate set of "pedicure" tools.

Holding the "pedicure" tool, Evelyn carefully cleaned the murals and the dust on the text on the wall, and then spit out an obscure ancient Egyptian language.

Angelo: ...

"Speak human." Angelo said with a dark face. If he can understand or understand ancient Egyptian, is it necessary to find such a thought?

"There is something hidden in this mural, and the curse of Pharaoh is written on it." Evelyn stared at Angelo, "It says... whoever breaks the wall here will be killed."

As Evelyn's voice fell, a "cloudy wind" suddenly blew up in this space very appropriately.

The rest of the people all began to look around with vigilance, trying to find out where the dark wind was blowing from.

An Qiluo was suddenly taken aback by this dark wind, but he thought about it again, isn't it just a curse? I know much more than those ancient Egyptians!

There are as many as ten curse skills of necromancers! It is simply impossible for someone to eat a set and change his face.

Moreover, An Qiluo scanned the wall with mental power, and found that there was nothing abnormal at all except that the back of the wall was hollow.

These two sentences are meant to frighten ordinary people, why should I be afraid?

Angelo shook his head, "What a curse, it's just a bluff. Evelyn, have you finished taking the photo, I'm going to smash the wall."

"In this kind of place, the ancient curse is very effective..." Evelyn wanted to say something more, but after seeing the expression on Angelo's face, she shut her mouth tactfully, and took two quick shots. After taking a photo, he returned to the team.

An Qiluo told everyone to back off, in case there were any traps on the wall, he wasn't afraid, but that didn't mean the others weren't afraid either.

Even Stark, who was wearing a battle armor, wanted to help, but Angelo refused.

He doesn't want to put other people at risk.

As An Qiluo slammed it down with a heavy hammer, a thick white liquid surged out from the broken part of the wall with a pungent smell!

Angelo's prudence was indeed correct.

Stark recognized that this was high-concentration hydrochloric acid. If any ordinary person was exposed to this high-concentration hydrochloric acid without protection, the skin would be ulcerated and rotted. If the total amount of hydrochloric acid was larger , can even turn the whole person into pus.

An Qiluo very calmly laid a bone wall in front of him to block the hydrochloric acid solution. He was the best at casting spells like riding on the face, and he didn't even take out the staff of the beast spirit.

The concentrated hydrochloric acid solution was sprayed on the bone wall, and the omnipotent concentrated hydrochloric acid solution did not cause any harm to the bone wall. Instead, it flowed along the bone wall and remained on the ground like a stream of water. Chi Chi" was the sound of corroding the ground, accompanied by a burst of white smoke and a pungent smell.

Angelo canceled the bone wall, waved his hand, and dispelled the pungent smell from his nose, then pointed to the corroded marks on the ground and said to Evelyn, "Miss Evelyn, look. This It is the curse of death."

Evelyn: ...

At this time, she finally understood what Skye had just told her, what it meant for Angelo to be a person who believed in miracles.

In the face of absolute strength, no matter how fancy you play, it's useless?

Angelo didn't continue to talk to Evelyn, but wrapped his hands in bone armor, reached into the big hole he smashed, and took out a wooden box half a meter square.

The craftsmanship of the wooden box is very fine, and it is worth a lot of money at first glance, and there are still a row of ghostly symbols carved on it.

This time it was useless for An Qiluo to shout, he beckoned, and Evelyn ran over from the line with the camera.

"It says on it... as long as you open this box, the wraith that was originally sealed in the sanctuary will break the curse and return to the world. He will kill everyone who opens the box. Take its internal organs and blood, and use this Reborn from the law, transformed from a cursed wraith into a monster in the world."

When Evelyn finished translating this sentence with a blank face and raised her head, Angelo greeted her with a disgruntled expression.

"So, this box is an urn?" Angelo took out a paper towel and wiped his hands in distaste, "And who is this guy? He must have mental problems. If he comes out, he still wants to avenge his kindness?"

"This is not an urn." Evelyn's face was full of indescribable expressions. "If I'm not wrong, what's inside should be the Sun Golden Sutra recorded in ancient books."

The expression on An Qiluo's face immediately took a 180-degree turn, and instantly turned into a smiling face.

The leader of the guardian clan on the side, Adsby's expression hesitated to speak.