Chapter 184： Authentic Lost (modified)

Hearing Ron ’s words, Allen also looked around. The whole platform was empty, except for three of them.

"Look, there is a door over there." Allen pointed to a small doorway.

"Perhaps they were inside the door and they didn't say anything to scare us." Ron said expectantly. "Perhaps it was still George's attention."

This sounds very reasonable. The three men walked in the direction of the doorway, and the woman in white followed closely behind them.

"Really, Bill repeatedly emphasized that we must stay close together, but now they are making such a joke!" Ron was angry.

Allen didn't answer, he rather Ron guessed it was true, the three of them were left on the platform, just a joke.

Ron took the lead through the doorway and froze in place.

Allen followed, and behind the door was a long and curvy tunnel, without any trace of anyone.

"Father and mother, where are you?" Ron's horrified voice echoed loudly in the tunnel.

But no one responded to him.

"Hey! Where are you?" Ron's hands flared into his mouth, and the cries echoed in the tunnel.

Still no one answered.

"Maybe they are just around the corner, they must be hiding, waiting to see what we do." Ron comforted Allen and himself.

But no one responded to him. Allen illuminated the authentic wall with his wand and was facing the fresco on the wall.

"Well, I know, this must be George's another bad trick to scare me." Seeing Allen ignore him, Ron explained to the girl in white.

"No!" The woman in white quickly braided her long hair into a twisted braid, revealing mature and attractive features.

Ron was almost fascinated, watching her flexible white fingers interspersed with blonde hair.

When she finished her movement and looked at Ron with her head tilted in doubt, Ron recovered.

"Hey, what are you saying?" Ron asked, almost forgetting what he had said before.

"This is not a prank. Also, I'm not called 'Hey', I'm Nancy." Nancy frowned in dissatisfaction.

"Ah, Nancy, a good name!" Ron praised.

"Nancy is right, we are really lost." Allen ended his observation and walked over.

"What did you find?" Ron asked curiously.

"I think we entered a cemetery where no one has ever stepped on," Allen answered.

"Hah, that's great! If we go out, we might be rewarded with a lot of Jin Jialong!" Ron clapped excitedly.

"What is Jin Jialong? But you have to wait for you to go out and talk!" Nancy said disdainfully.

Ron ignored Nancy, learned the look of Allen, cast a fluorescent spell, and observed the tunnel wall.

"Is this a new type of flashlight? It's too long!" Nancy looked at Ron's wand with curiosity and leaned in.

Allen continued to explore along the tunnel.

Many ancient frescoes and ancient Egyptian scripts are carved on the walls of the tomb.

The murals are clear and bright, and the content is very rich.

There are farmers working in the fields, harvesters with grains on their shoulders, hunters with bows and arrows, and scenes of rowing on the river.

But there are some mural expressions that are puzzling. For example, there are people like butchers, people dancing, and people holding a bundle of cloth.

What are these people doing? Their behavior is very weird.

The most striking is a figure painting-on the screen, a man and a woman face the east, the man is in front, the dignified appearance, and the body is strong; the woman is in the back, the appearance is serene, and the body is full.

They held a thick crooked cane in their hands with gems engraved on it.

Allen had some speculation in this picture, maybe this is the wand of the ancient Egyptian wizard?

These murals have lasted for thousands of years, but they are so well preserved that it really makes Alan incredible.

But at the same time, he also confirmed that no one has ever stepped on here.

Otherwise, these exquisite murals will no longer exist.

"It's incredible! These murals are so beautiful!" Ron sighed and caught up with Allen.

Nancy followed him and trot all the way. Unconsciously, Allen had already walked far along the tunnel extending to the right.

The floor began to **** upward, and the air was very dry, exuding a musty smell.

"It's so exciting!" Nancy said as she turned a corner.

Allen felt it necessary to re-know the woman who was scared and yelled before.

"Sapphire, ruby, emerald ... maybe I can still wear a jeweled crown worn by an ancient Egyptian princess!" Nancy murmured softly.

"Alan, do you say there will be mummies in the tomb?" Ron was more interested in mummies.

"Of course there will be! Since this burial chamber has not been discovered, then there must be mummy." Allen replied affirmatively.

"Are you the only one in your head—mummy?" Nancy grimaced in disgust.

"We are in a pyramid in ancient Egypt without looking at what the mummy looks at!" Ron retorted.

"There may be millions of pounds of jewelry antiques in this tomb," Nancy accused Ron, "and you are thinking of a horrible mummy!"

"What do you know about Muggles!" Ron retorted angrily ~ www.novelhall.com ~ Muggles? What the **** is this? You are a Muggle. "Nancy also got angry. She thought Ron was scolding her with words she didn't understand.

"I think, don't be too happy first. It is necessary to be vigilant anytime, anywhere. Ron is right, such a tomb, there must be mummy, there may be other unknown danger ..." Say, at this moment, Allen heard a voice and stopped.

"Have you heard anything?" Allen asked.

"No." Ron and Nancy spoke in unison and looked puzzled.

Allen listened carefully.

But that voice was gone.

"Am I wrong?"

Allen squeezed his wand and walked forward again.

They turned around the corner. The tunnel is getting narrower and narrower, and the walls on both sides seem to be pressing against them.

The ground is harder and there is less sand.

In the dim light, Allen noticed that two forks suddenly appeared in front of the tunnel, and he stopped again.

"Which one do we go?" Ron wondered.

Allen ran into the tunnel on the left, quickly illuminating the walls on both sides with the light from his wand.

Then he quickly stepped back and stepped into the tunnel on the right.

Ron and Nancy followed behind Alan innocently, unknown.

"The mural in the tunnel on the left is a pattern of the lives of Muggles, and the wizard in the tunnel on the right is a wizard." Allen explained softly.

"We are wizards, we should go to the right." Allen's reason is very strong, but also simple and rude.

In an authentic labyrinth, there may be hundreds or thousands of authentic tunnels in the pyramid. Apart from the designer, no one can tell which one to go!