Author: Guiyin

"Put up the camera and look at that shiny golden thing on it... What? Some of the equipment is still on the road? Is there a traffic jam? Don't wait, go buy it quickly. Why are you sitting there so stupidly? I'll reimburse you!"

"That one over there, that one with yellow hair, is talking about you! Come here and help test the signal! We must ensure that the picture is transmitted losslessly and synchronously during the live broadcast."

"Where is my helicopter? Why hasn't it arrived yet? What? You said that the TV station's live broadcast application has not been approved? The program list cannot be changed casually? Go to the program list of Tama, and do not delay the big boss's business. Change their station director's

Call me! I’ll go handle it!”

"What are you talking about? Wait for me to make a call...Second aunt, do me a favor——"

Li Chongshan yelled in front of the camera crew and ordered the crew around.

At this time, he has a bit of a leader's momentum.

However, although this guy is very capable of ordering people around, he does not feel like he is bossing around. Instead, he is more like a firefighter, coordinating and solving various difficult and complicated diseases everywhere.

At Cornerstone Technology Group, this is basically a position reserved for middle-level managers, rather than being a top decision-maker—so thought Yan Lüge, who had a fairly good understanding of modern large-scale organizational structures.

It is true that Li Chongshan did not regard his members as "subordinates". Most of the time, he was more like the convenor at friends' gatherings. He seemed to respond to everything, but in fact he did not have a superior position over others.

The management within the organization is also in shambles. It would be an understatement to say there is no management. For example, Yan Luge just found out today that none of the crew members of the "Midnight Howl" program is full-time. It all depends on Li Chongshan shouting in the group, "Everyone."

The son rushed to carry the equipment.

...It is indeed an extraordinary organization that generates electricity for love.

Not far away, he was watching Li Chongshan's busy Yan Luge and secretly complained.

"Director." Bailu called covertly.

Yan Luge raised his eyes: "Huh?"

"Yesterday you recovered two spiritual power potions and handed them to Li Chongshan, who sealed them and transported them out of the Golden Castle overnight. Since there is no beacon on the spiritual power potions, it took me a while to locate them just now.

Their whereabouts."

"Oh? Where did Xiao Li hide them?"

"He sent them to Bauhinia Hospital - that place is a designated hospital for isolation and treatment of polluters." Bailu said, "I also checked the treatment records in the hospital. Atu did not lie.

All the spiritual potions were used to save people."

It is impossible for Li Chongshan not to know the function and value of spiritual potions.

Especially after seeing him, a top extraordinary person with violent combat power and various extraordinary abilities.

But this cowardly rich second generation still chose to save others first.

So far, no one in this country has died due to the global spread of pollution videos.

Yan Lüge smiled: "This Xiao Li is a bit interesting. They say that human life is at stake, but when things come to a close, he is the only one who really puts saving people first."

Although the "Midnight Explorers Club" and its president have many shortcomings, they are large in scale, powerful in action, and have excellent performance.

For a moment, Yan Luge didn't know whether to dislike it or praise it.

The glimmer of light in his pupils flickered, and Yan Lüge, who had withdrawn his "far-sightedness" ability, gently shook his tentacles: "However, such a fool reminds me of a friend."

"Is he someone from the institute?"

"No. You don't know him."

"oh."

…

"Sur VII was the most powerful pharaoh during his lifetime, and the most terrifying undead after his death. It lay in the dark tomb for four thousand years, but the cold sleep failed to erase its obsession, leaving

It's more vicious."

"Sur VII was so greedy for power, so unwilling to die, and so jealous of the living that the priests at that time had to seal him into a closed tomb and painted magic circles on the walls of the tomb to suppress it.

This vicious undead."

"The 'Curse of the Pharaoh' is a curse and a warning to future generations - a warning to people not to get close to this crazy undead, otherwise the resurrected Surr VII will exact the cruelest revenge on all living beings."

"..."

Is this how you see me?

Do you, my subjects, hope so?

Using the undead lamp as a medium, Surr VII heard the whispers ringing in his ears over and over again.

Every time he listens to it, his already vague consciousness becomes confused.

Every time I listen to it, its originally wavering self becomes confused.

These murmurs were a source of strength for it in the past; but they are a vicious curse for it now.

A ferocious fire ignited from the depths of Surr VII's soul, roaring and roaring - it was another one, a furious, cruel undead that tried to destroy everything.

That was the "Sur Seventh Generation" that the Nile people thought and wished for, an evil spirit reborn due to the prayers of all people.

——I am Sur VII, the undead king who brings terrible disasters to the world.

The new evil spirit hissed in a low voice.

——No, I'm not.

——I am the guide of yesterday, today and tomorrow, I am the master of life, death and eternity...

——I am the protector, defender and ruler, I am the pioneer, adventurer and inspirer...

The "Pharaoh" who was once the guardian of Nero denied his new self.

——Haha, ridiculous, really ridiculous!

——Your subjects have abandoned you, they no longer want you! But you are still waiting foolishly with your childish oath?!

The evil spirits laughed loudly.

——No, they have not forgotten me.

Zur VII's rebuttal.

——Yes, they have not forgotten you!

——But they no longer pray for protection but pray for destruction. They have given birth to an evil spirit. They want you to become me!

——"Pharaoh's Curse", hahahaha, your subjects have cursed you!

The evil spirit laughed maniacally.

——……

Sur VII was silent.

——You have nothing to say, right?

The evil spirit in the shape of a mummy was deep in the consciousness, stretched out its dry bone hand wrapped in a bandage, and slowly squeezed the consciousness of Surr VII.

Evil spirits are awakening.

The dead are about to be resurrected.

——No, don’t.

The "Pharaoh" who was about to be swallowed suddenly burst out with a rare obsession, and actually suppressed the will of the evil spirit.

Everything fell silent again.

Just like this again, again, and again...

In the more than 100 years since it was excavated by the golden nobles and placed in the exhibition hall, such scenes have been experienced countless times.

Thanks to the universal rumor of "Pharaoh's Curse", every time someone believes this rumor, the evil spirits become stronger and more violent than yesterday, and they can more easily embezzle Surr VII, who is the "Pharaoh King"

.

Even if Sur VII is not willing, it is not willing...

But this is the fate of spiritual beings, this is the tragedy of the dead.

They are born in response to wishes and die in response to wishes. They are creatures formed from the wishes of human beings. They are the closest existence to gods in the world, but they are never themselves.

Good and evil, good and evil, are all in the world's minds.

Thanks to "Master He Huan" for the reward~
Chapter completed!