Starting from the yellow sand under the scorching sun of Egypt. He was an ordinary college graduate, but with his passion and jokes he stirred up a myth that had been dormant for thousands of years. Every step is at the intersection of history and reality. Hieroglyphs are no longer dead objects, but mysteries left by the ancients; underwater ruins are not just legends, but a set of lost civilization codes.
Difficulties come one after another: quicksand swallows your footsteps, poisonous snakes wrap around vines, and undercurrents swallow up your direction. He had stumbled and had doubts, but there were always the "Gun Rabbits" and "Goddess" in the barrage who would light up clues at critical moments. Turns are often hidden in the most inconspicuous murals, stone crevices, and star maps, as if the world has never truly forgotten the past, but is just waiting for someone who understands it to listen.
Reader comments
[Chigua] explained it but didn't fully explain it, and the protagonist of the decryption relied on the people in the live broadcast room to understand it. Isn't it ridiculous to go to someone else to find the Pharaoh without understanding their culture? To others, it's just an insult
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I haven't had enough fun yet, it's gone😍😍The author, please do your best to code.
[Chigua] explained it but didn't fully explain it, and the protagonist of the decryption relied on the people in the live broadcast room to understand it. Isn't it ridiculous to go to someone else to find the Pharaoh without understanding their culture? To others, it's just an insult
Can't be more
I haven't had enough fun yet, it's gone😍😍The author, please do your best to code.