Several black off-road vehicles bumped on the desolate semi-desert land and drove towards an unknown meeting place on the border between Egypt and Sudan.

"You can rest assured, the people you invite are very reliable."

In a car in the middle, Paul Smith was talking to George Edwin and Herry Fordner. The two friends looked haggard, especially Edwin. After a few days, Paul Smith almost recognized Without getting out of him, his cheeks were thin and sunken on both sides, and his tired eyes were filled with weird looks.

After so many years of cooperation, Smith has never seen Edwin look like this.

"Those sellers are small characters," Smith said again. "They took the money, and they should immediately pull up a bunch of people to prevent us from eating black. But their actions are not too big, because They should n’t be afraid of us, the big gangs here. "

"Paul, I didn't worry about this." Fordner said with a shrug. He had participated in larger transactions before. Although every transaction was risky, he was not really worried about it. Edwin was completely fascinated by the fragments ...

Regarding the scriptures, they made a lot of guesses in the past two days, but they only made the fog bigger.

From yesterday, Fordner stopped, telling Edwin that he had seen other cultural relics first, and the mummy the seller said, and got more clues before making inferences.

Because it is just such a broken water bowl and a line of holy texts, there is really no conclusion.

But that's just one of the reasons. Fordner can feel that he must pull out and must cool down, otherwise he may be hooked.

"I don't think you have a good complexion." Smith made a joke, "Be careful of the women here, beware of AIDS, that thing is terrible."

Fordner still had a thought to squeeze a coping smile, but Edwin didn't seem to hear the conversation between them, immersed in his spiritual world.

It was still morning, and the scorching sun had not become violent, but the semi-desert was covered with a layer of hot steam, making the blowing sand like roasted blades, and the lonely dwarf trees and miscellaneous The grass seems to be on the verge of dying.

The off-road vehicle fleet gradually moved away from nearby cities and towns, not to mention people, not even a wild dog.

It wasn't until the convoy arrived at the meeting place that they saw several tents set up in the desert ahead, some vehicles parked around the tents, some guards and patrols, and guns were hung on the strong men Weapons, each with a bad face.

The car stopped when there was still a certain distance from the camp. Paul Smith got out of the car and negotiated with Erding who came with him. Then the convoy passed through and drove to the camp to stop. Next, Fordner and Edwin got out of the car, brought their tools, and walked into the camp with their own bodyguards.

"Is everything brought?" Edwin asked as soon as he saw Erding, with a tone of voice like a longing for water.

"Mr. Edwin, come with me, it's all inside." Erding nodded, more confident than before, after all, there was a large group of men around him.

Edward hurried to the main tent that Erding signaled. Fordner and Smith had to take a big step to follow.

When they entered the tent, they saw the other two sellers of the day, Beshir, Ella, and more guards with live ammunition. The tent is quite spacious, with a long table in the middle, covered with white cloth, and behind it is covered by a large piece of nylon cloth, vaguely revealing three rectangular outlines, it seems to be three coffins.

Is there a mummy's coffin?

Fordner looked at the silhouettes, and couldn't help but feel excited; let alone Edwin, he almost rushed, but was stopped by Bashir who came up.

"Mr. Edwin, don't worry." Besir was more confident and a little more domineering. "We still have many other good things."

And Ella ’s hegemony is even heavier, with an automatic rifle and several rounds of bullet belts hanging on her body, "You have brought your money, we will give you things, you give us money, this is the case today, if What are you thinking about, you ca n’t go back carefully. "

"Don't talk nonsense to me!" Edwin suddenly screamed, without the usual gentleness, and the pale and thin old face with blue veins protruding, "Money will give you, will give, but you do not understand the current situation, it is not that simple ... ... these things involve secrets, I can feel that secrets ... "

Bishr and Ella were startled. The old man was like a drug addiction attack. The two looked at each other. Does that mean something is more valuable?

"Edwin means the secret of history." Paul-Smith immediately played round, "For those who love archaeology, that is where the cultural relics are really priceless."

"If you have any good things, please take it out." Fordner also said, "As long as we look at it, the price can be negotiated."

He didn't know if the old friend had realized that he would fall into such a mental state the other day, so he called him far away from Lundy for help.

But now he wants to ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ After this transaction is over, it seems that it is not just a simple sleep. The old friend is too stressed and wants to achieve a level of achievement like Shang Boliang. I'm almost crashing myself, maybe I need to take a break to adjust my mood, or even visit a psychologist.

It was just that Fordner watched Bashir walking to the rectangular table at this time and opened the white cloth covering the table to reveal the artifacts on the table.

His eyes suddenly opened, his heart pulled ...

There were some pottery jars on the long table, which did not surprise him, because a grave with water bowl would have these containers.

What attracted his attention was an animal pottery statue, a ram head, and a lion body placed in the middle of the table. In a trance, he seemed to see the two curved ram horns turning, like a vortex, turning Thousands of years of history, turning countless secrets.

Edwin had quickly walked up, the expression on his face became even stranger, and he was also looking at the animal statue, his mouth murmured to make it difficult for others to hear or not understand, and it was mixed with English. : "The sun **** on the head of the ram ... here, Nubia ... Nile ... Kush ..."

Others may not hear anything, but Fordner listened to these words, and his heart fluttered, and some other knowledge and ideas came out.

Could it be that he had previously misunderstood the text of the sacramental script ... the rebellion did not occur during the Zuosel period, but during the New Kingdom period ...

The water bowl, the tomb, is a product of the New Kingdom?

I don't know why. Fordner walked toward the animal statue, his heart fainted a little, Edwin said, inexplicable fear.