The Reiki Era of the Powerful

Chapter 296 The Cursed Undead
"Put up the camera and look at the shiny golden thing on it... What? Some equipment is still on the way? Traffic jam? Don't wait, hurry up and buy it! What are you doing stupidly, I will reimburse you!"

"The one over there, the one with the yellow hair, is talking about you! Come over and help test the signal! You must ensure that the images during the live broadcast are transmitted without loss and synchronously."

"Where is my helicopter, why hasn't it come yet? What? You said the TV station's application for live broadcasting has not been approved? The program list cannot be changed casually? Going to the program list on the horse will delay the boss's business. Send their director's Give me a call! I will solve it!"

"What did you say? Wait, wait until I make a call...Second aunt, do me a favor——"

Li Chongshan yelled in front of the film crew, ordering the crew around.

At this time, there is a bit of a leader's momentum.

However, although this guy is bossing people around, he doesn't feel like bossing around. Instead, he is more like a firefighter, coordinating and solving various difficult and miscellaneous diseases everywhere.

In the Cornerstone Technology Group, this is basically the position of middle managers, rather than a top decision maker—— Yan Lage, who is familiar with modern large-scale organizational structures, thinks so.

Li Chongshan did not regard his members as "subordinates". Most of the time, he was more like the convener at friends' gatherings.

The internal management of the organization is also in a mess. It is not too much to say that there is no management.For example, Yan Lvge only found out today that none of the crew of "Howling at Midnight" was working full-time. It was all thanks to Li Chongshan's shout in the group, and everyone rushed to carry the equipment.

...It really is a pheasant extraordinary organization that generates electricity for love.

Not far away, watching Li Chongshan's busy Yanluge secretly complaining.

"Boss." Bailu called secretly.

Yan Luge raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"Yesterday you retrieved the two spiritual power potions and handed them over to Li Chongshan, who sealed them overnight and shipped them out of the Golden Castle. Since there is no beacon on the spiritual power potions, it took me a while to locate them just now. their whereabouts."

"Oh? Where did Xiao Li hide them?"

"He sent them to the Bauhinia Hospital - that place is a designated hospital for isolation and treatment of polluters." Bai Lu said, "I also checked the treatment records in the hospital. Attu did not lie, Li Chongshan did take the money All the spiritual power potions are used to save people."

It is impossible for Li Chongshan not to know the function and value of the spiritual potion.

Especially after seeing him, a top transcendent with violent combat power and various extraordinary abilities.

But this cowardly rich second generation still chose to save lives first.

In this country, so far, no one has died in the global spread of pollution videos.

Yan Luge smiled: "This Xiao Li is a bit interesting. It is said that human life is at stake, but when things come to an end, he is the only one who really puts saving lives first."

Although this "Midnight Explorers Club" and its president have many shortcomings, they are large in scale, strong in action, and excellent in performance.

All of a sudden, Yan Lvge didn't know whether to dislike her or give her a thumbs up.

The light in the pupils flickered for a moment, and Yan Lige, who had withdrawn her "farsightedness" ability, shook her tentacles lightly: "However, such a fool reminds me of a friend."

"Is it someone from the research institute?"

"No. You don't know."

"Oh."

……

"Sur VII was the most powerful pharaoh during his lifetime, and he was also the most terrifying undead after his death. It lay in a dark tomb for 4000 years, but the cold sleep could not erase its obsession, making it Even more vicious."

"Sur VII was so greedy for power, so unwilling to die, and so jealous of the living that the priests at that time had to seal him into a closed tomb, and painted magic circles on the wall of the tomb to suppress This vicious undead."

"'Curse of the Pharaoh' is a curse and a warning to future generations—warning people not to get close to this crazy undead, otherwise the resurrected King Sur VII will take the cruelest revenge on all living people."

"..."

Is that how you see me?

Do you, my subjects, wish so?
Using the undead lamp as a medium, Sur VII heard the whispers in his ears over and over again.

Every time I listen to it, its already vague consciousness becomes chaotic.

Its wobbly self slurs up with each listen.

These murmurs were a source of strength for it in the past, but they are vicious curses for it now.

A ferocious fire ignited from the depths of Su Er VII's soul, roaring and roaring—that was another one, a furious, brutal undead that tried to destroy everything.

That is the "Sur VII" that the Nile people wished for, an evil spirit reborn due to the prayers of all peoples.

——I am Surr VII, the undead king who brought terrible disasters to the world.

The newborn evil spirit hissed in a low voice.

--No, I am not.

——I am the guide of yesterday, today and tomorrow, I am the ruler of life, death and eternity...

——I am the protector, the guardian and the ruler, I am the pioneer, the adventurer and the enlightener...

The "Pharaoh" who once served as the guardian of Nile denied his new self.

——haha, ridiculous, really ridiculous!
—Your subjects have abandoned you, they no longer want you!And you are still waiting foolishly with the childish vows you made back then? !
The evil spirit laughed loudly.

—No, they haven't forgotten me.

Zur VII rebutted.

—Yes, they have not forgotten you!
—but they no longer pray for protection but for destruction, they have spawned an evil spirit, they want you to be me!

——"Curse of the Pharaoh", hahahaha, your subjects have cursed you!
The evil spirit laughed wildly.

——…

Surr VII was silent.

—There's nothing to say, is there?
In the depths of consciousness, the mummy-shaped evil spirit stretched out a dry bone hand wrapped in a bandage, and slowly squeezed the consciousness of Su Er VII.

Evil spirits are waking up.

The dead will be resurrected.

--no, do not want.

The "Pharaoh" who was about to be swallowed suddenly burst out with a rare obsession, and actually forcibly suppressed the will of the evil spirit.

Everything returned to silence.

Just like this once, once, again...

In the more than 100 years since it was excavated by the gold nobles and put into the exhibition hall, such scenes have been experienced countless times.

Thanks to the universal rumor of "Pharaoh's Curse", every time someone believes in this rumor, the evil spirits become stronger and more violent than yesterday, and it is easier to engulf the "Pharaoh" King Sur VII .

Even if Zur VII doesn't want to, it doesn't want to...

But this is the fate of spirits, and this is the tragedy of the dead.

They live according to their wishes, and die according to their wishes. They are creatures formed by the wishes of people's hearts. They are the existences closest to the gods in the world, but they will never be themselves.

Good and evil, good and evil, are all in the mind of the world.

　Thank you "Mr. He Huan" for the reward~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)