Endless sea of sand. A mysterious and solemn singing sound came from the long yellow sand. A long procession slowly emerged from the leeward side of the dune.
Leading the way at the front of the procession was a dog-headed honor guard, exactly one hundred people in number. They are all the best kobold warriors in the world, with dark skin, strong bodies, and shiny gold ornaments hanging on their bodies.
In the center of the team, four tall, dark, horse-like creatures with four hooves were pulling a large black coffin, slowly moving forward surrounded by priests holding gold vessels.
The priests chanted specific incantations, attracting the dark butterflies of Hades to gather and land on the huge coffin.
This is a funeral procession. In that big dark coffin, the body of the King of Yellow Sand was stored. The King of Huangsha has been dead for three months. After a long and complicated ceremony and marinating, which the people of Huangsha call it, the day of burial finally came.
This funeral procession, led by the prince himself, will deliver the coffin of the King of Yellow Sand into the most luxurious mausoleum.
His Royal Highness the Prince is currently thinking about the future behind his father's coffin. After completing the funeral ceremony, the next step is his enthronement ceremony.
He has been waiting for this day for a long time, and the old man is finally dead. It's enough to cause such trouble even after death. When I take complete control of this country, I must change these rotten and stinking rules.
The dead guy should be buried in the yellow sand, but he still expects to be resurrected and gain eternal life? wishful thinking!
The funerals of the Yellow Sand Kings in the past are more grand than the last, the rituals are more complicated, and the tombs are more luxurious than the last, but have any of them really been resurrected?
It's just some deceptive stuff. The young and powerful prince did not believe in tradition at all. He didn't want his body to be cut into seven or eight pieces after his death, his internal organs taken out, soaked in strange medicinal wine for dozens of days, then stuffed with unpleasant spices into his stomach, and finally sewn up before he could be buried.
He has decided that after he ascends the throne, he will start to carry out drastic reforms, and after rectifying the country, he will start to expand his territory.
He wants to become great again, let his name resound throughout the world and be passed down to future generations. This is true eternal life.
Hum. A pair of golden eyes, half-closed, quietly stared at His Highness the Prince, who was about to reach the pinnacle of life and show off his ambitions.
The owner of the eyes yawned and stretched himself on the heavy coffin. Dark purple skin, pointed and big ears, and a thin body covered with wrinkles.
It is the king of beasts, Barus, a hairless cat. In a more understandable way, it is the pet of the King of Yellow Sand.
A few months ago, when the King of Yellow Sand was still alive, his status was higher than that of the prince, and ministers had to bow to him when they saw him.
In the limited life of a cat, it has enjoyed all the dignity and glory. But now the King of Yellow Sand is dead, its glory has come to an end, and it must accompany the King to sleep.
It doesn't care about this. After all, it's useless to care. It's just a cat. It doesn't have any incredible abilities. It can't escape even if it wants to.
Just stay with this dead old man for the last time. If there are mice in the royal tomb, he might be able to live a little longer, he thought.
It doesn’t know what it’s like to be a mouse yet. In the palace, a special person is responsible for its diet. If it eats less than usual, that person will be beheaded.
Generally speaking, those who are chopped off are dog heads. So it tries to eat the same amount every day, unless it's really hard to swallow.
At this time, it will say sorry silently in its heart, then stop eating and watch the other person being dragged away.
Barrus scratched the coffin board with his dry paw. It's a good thing I wasn't cut into pieces and sewn back together, it thought thankfully.
It watched silently as the priests cut his body with special runestone blades. Although it acted as graceful and calm as usual at the time, it was actually so frightened that its legs weakened.
It watched as the priests stitched together the body parts he passed and wrapped them in luxurious shrouds.
I heard that this unique ritual had the chance to bring him back to life after his burial and gain eternal life. Burroughs was skeptical.
But if he really wakes up, the expression on this kid's face will definitely be wonderful. It could be seen that the boy was not sad at all about his father's death.
Have fun, kid. Starting tomorrow, you are the new king of yellow sand. The funeral procession arrived at the royal tomb at the scheduled sunset.
The huge red sun sets right on the top of the royal tomb, which is as majestic as a mountain. Barus looked at the entrance of the mausoleum getting closer and closer, imagining the taste of rats.
At this time, its extremely keen ears suddenly caught a tinkling sound. The voice came from the dark entrance to the mausoleum, as if it had some strange charm.
When it listened carefully, it only heard the sound of wind and sand. Is it an illusion?
