Inside the broken funeral urn was a linen package soaked in turpentine.
Because of its age, it has become oxidized and turned black, looking like a pile of carbides.
Over thousands of years, the rosin has dried and solidified, protecting the linen package inside like a hard shell, and well preserving the internal organs wrapped in it.
However, although this layer of solidified rosin has protected the internal organs for three thousand years, it has now been peeled away.
Chen Mo spread a white cloth on the table, and then used tweezers and a small hammer to carefully peel off the layers of linen, revealing the long-dried internal organs like dried bacon.
Although it might have been dried before being wrapped in linen and made into a funeral urn, in the eyes of Chen Mo, a necromancer who was familiar with human body organs, it was still easy to identify that it was a heart.
"Heart... Dedicate your soul to Sekhmet? Or let Sekhmet protect the soul of the deceased..." The Egyptologist on the side looked at the heart that was finally peeled out by Chen Mo, and could no longer suppress the expression of horror on his face.
Already.
In the concept of the ancient Egyptians, the heart is a very important existence and is a symbol of a person's soul.
In mythology, when the ancient Egyptians entered Hades after death, they would put their hearts on the scales in front of Osiris, the god of the underworld.
Then, the heart, which symbolizes the soul, will be eaten by Amut, the devourer with a crocodile head.
And if the deceased had accumulated virtues and done good deeds during his lifetime, his heart would rise high and ascend to the paradise after death, Yalu, and gain the right to eternal life.
This shows how important the heart was in ancient Egyptian culture.
In particular, the ancient Egyptians believed that the soul of the deceased only temporarily leaves the body and will one day return to the body to be reborn. The heart, as the residence of the soul, must never leave the body.
But what was in front of them now was a heart that had been removed from the body and placed in a funeral urn guarded by Sekhmet, the god who symbolized war. This was really weird.
At this time, Evelin watched Chen Mo and the Egyptologist pondering over the four complete funeral urns and the dried peach-stone-like heart that Chen Mo opened on the table. She picked up the table with some curiosity.
I would like to take a look at the funeral urn on it, and maybe I can find some clues as to what the inscription on it says.
"What's written on it?" Chen Mo noticed Evelin's movements and looked up at her.
Since he didn't know the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, he could only place his hope on Evelin, someone who could read the ancient Egyptian characters.
However, the Egyptian scholar on the side shook his head first: "There are just ordinary prayer words on it, asking the gods to protect the souls of the dead."
Apparently, he had already checked the inscriptions on the funeral urn before, but he didn't get any clues.
Although he had previously overlooked the fact that these jars were funeral urns because he had found the legendary Black Book of the Dead, a priceless treasure, he was still able to identify the inscriptions on the jars.
However, after hearing Evelin's words, Chen Mo had some inspiration. He picked up the broken funeral urn and handed it to the Egyptologist in front of him, and asked him: "What is written on it?"
"Great Sekhmet, I dedicate my heart to you, may you drink the blood and protect your soul." The Egyptian scholar spliced the broken funeral urn together and read out the identified inscription.
There is nothing wrong with this inscription. Sekhmet is a god who symbolizes war in ancient Egyptian mythology. One of her hobbies is to drink human blood. Writing this in the prayer exactly represents respect and dedication to her.
Chen Mo listened to this inscription and found no clues, but the unreasonable sense of crisis in his heart made him feel that there must be problems hidden in this inscription that he had not discovered.
But no matter how Chen Mo checked over and over again, he still had no clue.
Evelin on the side also curiously tried to decipher these words, but also found nothing.
The only thing that could be called a harvest was that after they opened several other jars, they discovered through comparison that these five jars were not made in one batch.
"Look here, pay attention to the inscriptions inside!" Evelin showed her findings to Chen Mo and Egyptologists. Because of the light problem, she struck a match and used the firelight to illuminate the inner wall of the jar. The inscriptions on it were
There is a line of small Egyptian text: "This is hieratic script, a font that only priests could write in ancient Egypt. It is different from our common hieroglyphic script. It is more used for shorthand and writing. What is written on it
It's two words, meaning 'Warriors of Sekhmet' and a name. I can only spell out the approximate pronunciation, but I can't translate its meaning."
"A warrior of Sekhmet? This is not surprising. As the God of War, most of the people who believed in Sekhmet in that era were warriors or powerful people. It is not surprising that they claimed to be her warriors." Egypt on the side
Scholars don't seem to find this surprising.
However, Evelin had a different opinion on this. However, the match in her hand went out. When she was about to strike another match, Chen Mo took out a small LED pen-shaped flashlight and illuminated it in her hand.
jar.
"Wow, what is this? It looks like a flashlight." Several people noticed what was in Chen Mo's hand and couldn't help but make a sound of surprise, but they didn't find it very strange.
In the era of 1925, Edison had already invented a commercially available light bulb, and dry batteries were also invented in 1887. This kind of mobile lighting equipment had also appeared at the end of the 19th century, but it was not so small and exquisite.
"It's just a flashlight, but it's a little easier to use than ordinary ones." Chen Mo didn't bother to explain. He just picked up the jar and shined the pen-shaped flashlight into the jar, hoping to find more discoveries.
And just as he was turning the jar in his hand, Evelin suddenly stopped him and asked him to hold it still while carefully identifying the shadow of the words on the jar due to the light transmission.
"What is this..." The Egyptologist on the side also noticed the shadow of the text on the jar due to light transmission, and adjusted the monocle on his face to see more clearly: "This is the text inside the jar.
But why did it become like this? This means..."
"The warrior chosen by God." Evelin recognized the meaning of the shadow that was originally engraved on the inside of the jar after it was reversed due to light transmission: "It means that the owner of these funeral urns is
