Return of the Mummy

After the Opit festival, the palace dedicated to the celebration is closed again.However, work on the ceremonial lakeside continued for a short time: the lake was expanded in time for the next festival, the palace was torn down for getting in the way of construction, and its broken bricks mixed with all the broken clay pots were dumped in the desert.At the next festival, a new ceremonial palace will be built again, of course, it is still built with mud.

After the festival, the Egyptian people returned to their normal life track.Although they were a little puzzled, why did Pharaoh not appear at the end of the festival.But think about it, their pharaoh is only nine years old, he should be tired of many things, and he is relieved.

Unlike the Egyptian people who explained to themselves, the palace of Thebes already felt like a storm was about to come.

"Haven't you found it yet?" Nefertiti frowned and looked at the captain of the guard below, and couldn't help but clenched her palms.Tutankhamun was only nine years old... nine years old!There is also a Holunhib... Nefertiti has no doubts that if something happens to Holunhib, Harpoquets will not do anything.

The only good thing is that Harpocrates are always loyal to Pharaoh, and...they have a high chance of surviving.

"Send a few more people to look for it! In addition to the Nile River, there are also some surrounding villages to look for! But you must remember not to leak this matter, otherwise..." Nefertiti's eyeshadowed eyes slightly Squinting, matching her words, gave off a gloomy feeling.

After the captain of the guard took the order, Nefertiti said to Harpoquets who was waiting at the side: "General, look..."

Harpoquets has lived in the court for so long, of course he knows what to say and what not to say, and he also knows which is more important.No matter how worried he was about Holunhib, he was still somewhat dissatisfied that his only son was being implicated by Pharaoh, but he couldn't say anything now.

He bowed to Nefertiti: "Your decision is what I support, and I will also send someone to help find His Majesty and them."

Nefertiti nodded in satisfaction, looked at the face of the other party's loyal minister, and temporarily let go of her thoughts—forget it, since he is still loyal and has no intention of treason, then don't use anything to stimulate him him.After all... After all, Mitanni was lost, and he only had Egypt as a barrier.

After Harpoquets resigned, Nefertiti stroked the gold bracelet on her wrist: "Anksanamen, come out."

Turning out from behind the curtains in the palace, Ankesana bowed obediently to Nefertiti, with nothing but anxiety on her face: "Mother's queen."

"Well, I heard from the high priest that you performed very well today, thank you for your hard work," he waved his hand, stopping what Anksanna was going to say, "you can wash up before going to see your grandmother, but Don't tell me about His Majesty's affairs? Your grandmother is also getting old, don't bother her with these things. "

Although they are both women, they are also widows, and they are the elders of the current Pharaoh, but Nefertiti and Taiyi are not quite right.Such a situation probably occurred when they were all women of Amenhotep III?

Anyway, it is also the tallest and most powerful woman in Tutankhamun’s harem (after Akhnaton’s death, his women were all mummified by Nefertiti—although not like Kaia Demidani made alive mummies—Nefertiti secretly drugged them to make them die one after another), and such things as fighting for power and profit are of course necessary.

In particular, Nefertiti's thoughts may not only be in the harem.

Horunhib and Tutankhamun didn't know what the palace of Thebes had become because of the disappearance of the two of them. They were sitting wet on a small beach by the river now.

The rope that helped Hollenhib's hair had long been lost during their activities with the current, and the hair that had grown to an inch or so below the shoulders was wet by the water, sticking wetly to their cheeks, neck and shoulders.Coupled with his handsome cheeks that have become slightly pale due to being soaked in water for a long time, he looks like a lovable sick beauty.

Tutankhamun came back to his senses, a little despised himself for actually looking at a man in a daze.He took off the gray-green waterweed wrapped around his arm, and was about to throw it away, but was blocked by an arm: "Holunhib?"

"Your Majesty, if you throw this away, we probably won't see any green things for a while." Hollenhib smiled wryly. Just now, he took a look at the surrounding environment as quickly as possible—completely It is impossible to judge from the surrounding environment where they were swept by the vortex of the Nile River.What catches the eye is the vast desert and the dry dancing grass rolling with the wind.

There are no homes, no green trees, and no active animals.

Thankfully, there's still the Nile, and the water... and when they get stronger, they can follow the Nile... maybe walk back.

In the desert environment, it's not that Hollenshib never went out in his previous life, but at that time he was physically strong and had some compass and so on.And now, not only has he become a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, but he also has a delicate pharaoh beside him... Seriously, if it weren't for the Nile River to give him peace of mind, whether he can get out alive in this situation is still a matter of fact. an unknown.

But no matter what, he had to go, it was not his style to wait here in vain.After drinking enough water in the Nile River just now, Horunhib would not feel thirsty for a short time. What surprised him was that the pampered Tutankhamun didn't complain or express any dissatisfaction.

Uh, not bad, Horunhib has changed his mind about this young king.

In Hollenhib's mind, a person in power, apart from being able to reprimand Fang Qiu, also has to suffer - at least he won't sit still in a harsh environment, right? !

No matter what, the two supported each other and walked all afternoon, but they still haven't walked out of this vast wasteland.Tutankhamun did not train as well as Horunheeb, so Horunheeb helped him walk the rest of the way—the young pharaoh was determined not to be carried by Horunheeb himself.And he secretly made up his mind - he must strengthen his training after returning home, and he can't be weaker than Hollensheb no matter what!

Because it is in the wild, I have to stop before it gets dark, and I have to find a place to live to prepare food.

Tutankhamun believed that he had participated in wars in his previous life, and knew more or less what to do when walking in the wild, but what he didn't expect was that Horunhib was even more proficient than him.No, it's not just proficiency, if you want to say it, it should be that he knows a lot of ways to live comfortably in the wild—could it be that Harpoquets taught him this?

Holunhib didn't know what was going on in Tutankhamun's mind. He didn't like to calculate very much. Under the current situation, his only thought was to live, to live with this little pharaoh.Since what I learned as a special soldier can make my situation better, why not use it?At this time, is it important to be vigilant and prepared?

When the sky gradually darkens, the wind will be strong, and the sand will live when the wind is strong.The north wind blew from the left side of Holunhib and Tutankhamun, knocking them off from time to time, making it very difficult to walk.

The most frightening thing is not this, when the wind gets stronger, it will whip up a raging sand whip, whipping everything in the wind and sand.It can grind the exposed skin to a bloody mess, smash clothes, and smash skin.

Fortunately, there is water in this environment, and Hollenhib doesn't need to bother to collect dew or anything.When the wind was getting stronger, Hollenhib found a place where he could temporarily stay overnight.

There were several huge clumps of Haloxylon growing in a sandy hollow not far from them.Horunhib and Tutankhamun supported each other down the sandy slope, with the cat under Haloxylon.Both Holunhib and Tutankhamun wore flax, which was not resistant to the blows of the wind and sand, and was easily woven into strands of cloth.

Fortunately, the two of them turned left and right, and found a small piece of sheepskin.Horunhib put it on Tutankhamun's body - this can prevent the wind and sand from hurting the skin - and then took out a few sour thorns, a gerbil and a sand snake that he found earlier .

Of course, they are all dead.

As the saying goes, the mantis catches the cicada and the oriole is behind, and Hollenhib caught the "oriole" while the sand snake was hunting gerbils.The snake's blood had already been drunk by Tutankhamun immediately by Horunhib—at least it was still a liquid, so it should not be wasted.

At this moment, I watched Hollenhib skillfully skin the snake, just like a snake shed its skin-this can be temporarily used as a pocket to store some water.

The tormenting wind and sand just now seemed to be controlled by a big hand, and stopped suddenly. At this time, the earth was eerily quiet, and the oval moon hung in the dark blue sky.

After Tutankhamun waited for both of them to finish eating, he was silent for a while before saying, "Who the hell are you? I don't believe you are just the son of Harpocrates..."

As the son of a great general, he has been living in Upper Egypt, how could he not be afraid in such a harsh and desolate environment? Not only is he not afraid, but he seems to be very skilled in how to survive in such a situation—— It seemed that he was not a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, but a warrior who had already experienced many battles.

Although he was able to live up to now relying on these experiences of Hollen Heeb—he was certain that in his own situation, without Hollen Heeb's help, he probably wouldn't be able to survive tonight.

However, perhaps he really benefited a lot from Heron Hebbe, so instead it aroused a feeling of inquiry in Tutankhamun's heart.It seems that this kind of environment is really too lonely, and I want to find something to talk about—and at this moment, what I want to know the most is... about Hollen Hebb.

Maybe in my heart I really don't want this Hollen Heeb to live again like myself, the Hollen Heeb of the previous life?In this case, he shouldn't always worry about the possibility of this person usurping power?In this way, he can understand him wholeheartedly, so as to judge whether he can completely trust him?

"Heh~ why don't you believe it?" Half of Holunhib's face was illuminated by the moonlight, making it even more dangerous to hide in the shadows.He crossed his legs, propped his chin with one fist, and let the short bronze knife fly between his fingers with the other hand, "Your Majesty, sometimes it's not good to know too much... To be honest, I'm also very strange." Well, you who have never experienced a harsh environment...huh?"

Tutankhamun was not frightened by the short bronze knife in Holunhib's hand, which was used to kill rats, snakes, skin and bones. He narrowed his eyes, and lightly tapped his fingers on the gold wristband of his other hand. Tap lightly, spread far under the quiet sky.

"Uh... Could it be that this situation is suitable for heart-to-heart talk? You doubt that I am Holunheb, so are you His Majesty Pharaoh Tutankhamun?" Without using the word "you", Holunheb satirized smiled.

In fact, he also knew that when he did these things, he was already prepared to be suspected... Or was he already suspected before that?

However, I always feel that it is not cost-effective to only talk about my own affairs. Well, I have to exchange one thing for another, right?By the way, I am very curious about this nine-year-old little pharaoh.

Hearing Holunhib's doubts, Tutankhamun raised his chin and showed a smile of "I'm the only one": "I'm not Tutankhamun or who? Are there other possibilities?"

Oh, is it Tutankhamun himself?In other words, the so-called "rebirth" that those girls said?The villain in Hollenhib secretly smiled, and stuck the bronze dagger in his hand on the ground beside his feet, stretched out a hand, with a shallow smile on his mouth: "How about we Get to know each other again? Your Majesty."

The author has something to say:

Sorry, sorry, there is nothing more sad than sand. It rained heavily last night, so there was a power outage today. Finally, the power came on, but the network was disconnected continuously... The network was disconnected three times in 2 minutes... Finally, Coming up, the sand is already dying... Big guys, a belated chapter...

Shazi has revised this chapter more than a dozen times, but he always feels that he can't grasp the state of the two of them.

But Shazi felt that they had to confess (really confessed?) in order to develop JQ smoothly. You know, Tutankhamun is not easy to trust others, especially this person is still in the name of killing himself in the previous life...

Regarding the environment they live in, the sand has been artistically processed in real existence (in fact, the wind and sand are not that big at all), so you don’t have to worry about the "impossible" thing like rivers appearing in the desert. Hmm, for the sake of the plot, it won't be a problem to let the sand lead a river!

See that cameo with the sand in it?Reminder: The sky full of sand, windy sand, desert...they are all good friends of sand~~噗~

Also, about Horuncib... do you guys think it would be better for the little pharaoh to call him Horunzib in the future?Please give Shasha some advice!Personally, I think nicknames can bring us closer... when the time comes to make love or something? Well, I don't have CJ anymore, I'll run away...

By the way, there will be pictures in the next chapter, these two chapters are really hard to find...