Truth Behind the Mummy

"My people."

The mummy's parched throat produced a voice.

He extended a withered arm and reached through the air toward the people outside the tunnel.

Nothing unusual happened.

Nor did anyone move.

The mummy rose to his feet, seeming to exhaust all his strength as he laboriously stepped out of the sarcophagus and made his way out along the tunnel at an extremely slow pace.

The white strips of cloth around his body continuously cracked and fell away.

They revealed a dark, emaciated body.

Mubarak gave a burly man beside him a look. "Go, help the Pharaoh King."

The burly man blinked sweat from his eyes, gritted his teeth, and rose, timidly squeezing into the tunnel.

"Heh heh."

The mummy gave two dry chuckles and extended a hand like a chicken claw.

Then—

The instant their palms touched.

A cloud of black mist suddenly shot from the mummy's fingertips, crawling over the burly man's entire body in an instant!

The man immediately let out a scream!

He fell to the ground and began rolling about!

The mummy crouched down and kept his palm pressed against the man's forehead.

Black mist continuously transferred from his body onto the man's skin.

The man's skin rapidly darkened and shriveled at a visible rate!

A moment later.

The burly man had turned into a charred-black desiccated corpse.

Yet the mummy remained just as thin and frail.

However, a trace of flesh color had returned to the surface of his wrinkled skin!

The sight sent chills down everyone's spines!

Mubarak narrowed his eyes and stared hard, only to discover that the black mist pouring from the mummy's body consisted of extremely tiny beetles.

Ancient texts recorded them.

These beetles were called Nether Scarabs.

They were a cruel torture method used by imperial power during ancient