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"Fuck." I couldn't help but gasped.

Counting, I have seen several corpses, and even saw a living person die in front of me, but this Coptic corpse still terrifies me.

The corpse was lying on his own white robe, and the overall appearance was tightly bound, not like a person, but more like a piece of meat used for sacrifice.

In order to check the cause of death of this person just now, Teacher Bai took off the white burqa from the body, only to find that the deceased was still wearing a fishnet-shaped blouse.When he went to remove the blouse again, he found that the layer of clothing was tightly attached to the corpse, like a layer of skin.

So Teacher Bai took scissors and wanted to cut the blouse, at least to find out if the person had any trauma.But the fishing net was extremely hard, and the scissors were all cut off after it was cut off.

"Stay away." Alex ordered.In the face of such a situation, she was able to remain calm, and I admired this girl even more in my heart.

Teacher Bai advised Alex to leave temporarily. After all, the situation is too weird, so let him study it first.

The mercenary felt that the two doctors were moaning, so he insisted on doing it himself.As a result, he was terrified after encountering the abnormal shape of the corpse, and now he keeps talking nonsense: "His body is still soft, but very hard! That's not a person, that's not a person!"

But how could a corpse be both soft and hard?

We often say: Dry for a thousand years, wet for ten thousand years, half a year for neither dry nor wet.The condition for the preservation of the corpse is either to remove the organs with a lot of water content like the ancient Egyptians, and dehydrate the whole body to make a mummy; or it is to be kept warm by the coffin fluid and soil like Mrs.

But these two are either dry corpses or wet corpses. How did the white-robed Copts remain immortal for thousands of years without being dry or wet?
I don't believe in evil, so I put on the gloves that Teacher Bai handed me and touched the corpse.

Now the corpse was lying on the white robe, as solemn as the general teacher.

But to be honest, the fishnet tights worn on the corpse looked very disgusting, with patterns like cracks in the earth all over the human body.I endured the discomfort and squeezed his arm, feeling something was wrong.

The skin that had dried up was still elastic to the touch.

Yano has been watching my actions. Seeing my hesitation, he also squatted down, picked up the cut scissors, and knocked on the chest of the corpse.

Just as I was about to stop him, I heard the sound of metal colliding.

What the hell!

The hairs all over my body exploded, and I immediately jumped up and dragged Yano back two steps.Li Yuan didn't expect me to react so strongly, so he rushed over to block him.

"what happened?"

I can't answer.

Yano touched my hand, and said silently when I looked at him: "Atacama Desert."

After Joshua finished drinking Arno and Hassan's wine, he said two unbelievable things.One is that Kawa Isan is dead, and the other is the mummy they met in the Atacama Desert. Those corpses seemed to be breaking free from their skin before they died.

I closed my eyes tiredly and nodded.

Indeed, what is presented to us is like a live version of that ghost story.But even if they are all deserts, there is still a gap of thousands of miles between Sahara and Atacama, and the difference between the experience of this Coptic and Kawaisan and others is also thousands of years.

There is no overlap in time or space, but why are we all met.This will never be a coincidence.

I went to see Kawai Isan again, he is the main character in Joshua's ghost story and is currently the only "dead man" who has personally experienced the Atacama Desert.

The cunning Japanese coweringly hid in the crowd, only showing the top of their bare heads, and they didn't know what they were planning.

"What do you know?" Stephanie asked eagerly.Her gaze flicked over to me, pinning on Arno. "What's the matter with this man, what kind of charades are you playing?"

"I also really want to know what the hell is going on." Seeing that Stephanie really didn't seem to know the inside story, Yano and I exchanged glances and brought the trouble back to Kawhi-San. "Then Kawai first, do you have anything to say?"

The Japanese who was named was still acting like a coward, Yanuo followed my words and said: "Or Mr. Kawai can tell us whether this person is dead or alive, or like you, he is not dead. Not alive?"

The people around the corpse dispersed a little, and the people standing beside Kawaishan also took two steps back to the side.

"Don't be afraid, that person is indeed dead."

Unexpectedly, it was Alex who said this.Everyone held their breath in doubt and waited for her to continue.

"I've seen this before." Alex took a deep breath, "It's not clothes, but totems, totems carved directly on the skin."

When she said this, her eyes looked at Boothwell.Beneath the full beard, there were tattoos from a tribe that Boothwell had admitted to.

Not only that, Boothwell also has the same tattoo on his hand, and Jason asked him at the time if it was a set of tattoos.In that case, the tattoo could be all over his body.

I couldn't help frowning.

Where did Alex see this? Is Boothwell's tattoo really the same?Kawai Isan said that the operation in the Atacama Desert was funded by Boothwell, so it is not impossible for him to be related to those mummies.

Even so, there are still questions that remain unanswered.If it is a mummy, then the corpse should be shriveled. Why do I feel that the Coptic arm is still elastic when I touch it.

What was even more puzzling was the sound of metal clashing when Arno struck the corpse's chest.

Is what we have in front of us a human corpse?

"That's not a totem, it's a curse." Hassan said, who had been silent all along.Ali shook his head at him, and Laila and Socrates urged him eagerly.

But Hassan ignored it.He unbuttoned his robe, revealing the priestly attire he was wearing underneath.

I didn't want to stare at it, but there were cracks on Hassan's naked waist, like porcelain cracked by heat.

And the crack is still growing.

I watched the crack slowly spread, entwining Hassan like a thorn, as if something was about to burst out of the body.

"When did this start?" I felt cold all over, and I didn't recover until he put his clothes back on.

"After that trial." Hassan sighed with a wry smile. "Perhaps this is our retribution. Seth's judgment tablet has already sentenced us to negligence."

Hearing this, Laila couldn't help covering her mouth and crying after all.

For a moment, only her whimpering was heard.

After a brief silence, everyone broke out in discussions and cursing again.

I don’t know who exchanged a tacit look with Kawai Isan, but he was soon interrogated by Meng Weiqing and Ms. Carter; Carl and Jason went to block Hassan, but Ali and Socrates blocked them, and several people pushed and shoved Arguing; Teacher Bai and Alex were still guarding the weird corpse, and Chang Xiao was also watching.

And I couldn't seem to hear those mixed voices, so I found Li Yuan in the crowd.

"What about you?"

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