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

"Don't worry, everyone invited is very reliable."

In a car in the middle, Paul Smith was talking to George Edwin and Herry Fortner that both of these friends were haggard, especially Edwin. After a few days of meeting, Paul Smith could hardly recognize him. His cheeks were so thin that he fell, and his tired eyes were filled with strange looks.

After working together for so many years, Smith has never seen Edwin like this.

"Those sellers are small characters," Smith said again. "When they took that money, they should immediately pull up a group of people to prevent us from being bad. But they dare not act too much, because they should be afraid of not us, but the big gangs here."

"Paul, I'm not worried about this." Fortner shrugged. He had participated in larger transactions before. Although there were risks in every transaction, he was really not worried about this. He thought Edwin was not the same. Edwin was completely fascinated by those fragments...

They have made many speculations about the saintly book in the past two days, but they have only made the fog bigger.

Since yesterday, Fortner stopped and told Edwin that he had seen other artifacts first, as well as the mummy mentioned by the seller, and got more clues before making inferences.

Because it is just such a broken water bowl, a line of holy books cannot be concluded.

But...that's just one of the reasons. Fortner could feel that he had to pull out and cool down, otherwise he might get caught up.

"I think you look bad." Smith joked, "Be careful of the women here, be careful of AIDS, that thing is really fatal."

Fortner still had the heart to squeeze out a smile of coping, but Edwin seemed to have not heard the conversation between them and was immersed in his own spiritual world.

It was still morning, and the sun had not become violent, but the semi-desert had been covered by a layer of hot steam, making the wind and sand blowing like a roasted blade, and the lonely short trees and weeds on the ground seemed to be on the verge of death.

The off-road vehicle fleet gradually moved away from nearby cities and towns. Not to mention the crowds, there was not even a single wild dog.

It was not until the convoy was about to arrive at the meeting place that they saw several tents set up in the desert ahead from afar. Some vehicles were parked around the tents, some guards were standing guard and patrolling. The tall and strong men had guns and weapons, and each had bad faces.

The vehicle stopped when it was still a long way from the camp. Paul Smith got out and negotiated with Elding, who was coming with the men. Then the convoy was able to pass and drove to the camp to stop. Then Fortner and Edwin got out of the car, brought their tools, and walked into the camp with their own bodyguards.

"Have you brought everything?" Edwin asked as soon as he saw Elding, his tone as if he was a man who had longed for water.

"Mr. Edwin, come with me, and they are all inside." Elding nodded, with more confidence than before, after all, there is a large team of subordinates around him.

Edwin hurriedly walked towards the main tent that Elding signaled, Fortner, Smith and the others had to step in to follow.

When they entered the tent, they saw two other sellers, Baisheer, Ella, and more live-fire guards that day. The tent was quite spacious, with a long table in the middle covered with white cloth, and behind them, three rectangular outlines were faintly exposed under the cover of large nylon cloth, which seemed to be three coffins.

A coffin containing a mummy?

When Fortner looked at the outlines, he couldn't help but feel excited; not to mention Edwin, he almost rushed over, but was stopped by Baishell who came forward.

"Mr. Edwin, don't be anxious." Bethel had more confidence and more domineering, "We have a lot of other good things."

Ella's domineering habits became even heavier, with an automatic rifle and several rounds of bullet belts hanging on her body, "You have brought the money, we will give you things, you will give us money, that's the case today. If you have any bad intentions, be careful not to go back."

"Don't talk nonsense to me!" Edwin suddenly shouted, no longer as gentle as usual, and his pale and thin old face was full of blue veins. "I will give you money, but you don't understand the current situation. It's not that simple... These things involve secrets, and I can feel the secret..."

Byshel and Ella were stunned. The old man seemed to have a drug addiction attack. The two of them looked at each other. Does that mean that things are more valuable?

"Edwin means the secret of history." Paul Smith immediately smoothed out, "For those who love archaeology, that is the real priceless thing about cultural relics."

"Take out any good things you have," Fortner said, "As long as we like them, the price can be negotiated."

He didn't know if this old friend had realized that he would fall into such a mental state a few days ago, so he called him who was far away in Lundi for help.

But now he thought that after the transaction is over, it seems that it will be easier than just a sleep. This old friend is too stressed and wants to achieve achievements like Shang Boliang, which will almost break himself up. Maybe he needs to take a break for a while to adjust his mood, and even see a psychiatrist.

However, Fortner watched Baishell walk to the rectangular table, lifted the white cloth covered the table, revealing the cultural relics on the table.

His eyes suddenly opened, and his heart tugged...

He was not surprised that there were bottles of pottery on the long table, because a tomb would have these containers with a water bowl.

What attracted his attention was an animal statue, a ram head and a spritz in the middle of the table. In a trance just now, he seemed to see the two curved ram horns rotating, like a vortex, rotating thousands of years of history and countless secrets.

Edwin had already walked up quickly, and his expression became even more strange. He was also looking at the animal statue, muttering his mouth to make a sound that others could not hear clearly or understand. English was mixed with: "The sun god with the ram head... Here, Nubian area... Nile... Kushi people..."

Others may not be able to hear anything, but when Fortner listened to these words, his mind flipped, and other knowledge and ideas came out.

Could it be that his previous interpretation of the saintly text was completely in the wrong direction... The rebellion did not occur during the period of Zocel, but during the period of the New Kingdom...

That water bowl, this tomb, is it a product of the New Kingdom period?
Chapter completed!