It was already so late, so Grindelwald definitely wasn't here to see how Jon was sleeping.
He didn't have that much free time, and if he just came to see how Jon was sleeping, he wouldn't have brought that strange flame with him.
That flame didn't look like an ordinary thing, it was more like a ghost fire that appeared in hell, making people feel cold.
Especially when Grindelwald put the flame on Jon's forehead and forcibly activated the gloves on Jon's hand, this strange feeling became even stronger.
The only thing that could be confirmed was that Grindelwald didn't have any evil intentions.
Maybe he didn't have any evil intentions.
…
Could dead things come back to life?
This question suddenly popped up in Jon's mind.
Of course, this idea was normal because he had been studying ancient Egyptian myths, and the core element of this myth was the resurrection of the dead.
He looked at the decadent scene in front of him that seemed to have been ruined for countless years. The skeletons of the dead Wizard and Shaman were still sitting in their original positions in the temple. Through their figures, one could vaguely see the solemnity and dignity that belonged to this place in the past.
But now, only dried up skin and bones were left.
At this moment, on the faces that had been dried for thousands of years, the pitch-black eye sockets seemed to be staring at this young man who suddenly appeared.
Jon also looked at them.
He didn't know why he suddenly appeared here, but after experiencing so many strange things, he gradually didn't find it strange.
Seriously speaking, these were all small scenes. Compared to the bloody scenes from the war that he saw in Helga's double backtracking, this scene in front of him could be considered as an ordinary sacrifice after a great war.
"Okay, stop looking, who can tell me where this place is?"
No one responded.
Of course, the dead Wizard couldn't open their mouths to answer him, they just sat there in their original positions. The moment Jon opened his mouth to speak, his movement stirred up a small airflow.
Those fragile corpses, touched by the small airflow, directly shattered into pieces.
He didn't even give Jon a chance to salvage the situation.
Jon, the culprit, couldn't help but smile bitterly when he saw this. It was rare for him to treat this place as a place of tigers and wolves, but now it seemed that he was the uninvited guest.
As for whether these "people" who had been crushed into powder would come back to life, there was already an answer to this question.
If he could really come back to life, it wouldn't be in his "dream".
That was a miracle that the ancient Egyptian gods had not realized even after the destruction of their civilization. Naturally, it would not appear in his dreams.
Yes, at this moment, he already knew the origin of this scene.
It was a spell similar to double backtracking, and the source of the scene was probably Mr. Grindvall, who claimed that he was asleep.
Really, this should be considered impossible to guard against.
Although he didn't know how Grindvall did it, since it had already happened, there was no need to think about it.
I'll ask him when I get out. The most important thing now is to study the things here.
If the things here could really come back to life, he should really be happy. After all, that meant that there was hope for the revival of the ancient Egyptian gods, and then the problem he was facing would be solved.
If the gods could return in good condition, then what was the use of him, a little Wizard, for?
These absurd thoughts flashed through his mind, but he shook his head and dismissed them. What he needed to do now was to seize the time and not think about these meaningless things.
So, he followed the inexplicable intuition in his mind and quietly walked into the depths.
Along the way, there were desolate scenes everywhere. The broken walls that had been weathered long ago presented themselves lifelessly in front of Jon, as if telling Jon about the past here. However, Jon didn't care about the mess.
In his heart, a guess gradually became clear. As he continued to go deeper, this guess gradually turned into reality.
This should be the temple where Osiris's hands were enshrined back then.
With the idea of finding out, Jon pushed open the door to the underground.
The dust on the door fell, raised a cloud of dust in front of him, and then fell to the ground.
He carefully raised his hand. Although the fluorescent spell cast without a staff was a little dark, it was better than nothing. This ball of light floated above his fingertips, illuminating the darkness in front of him.
There were no stairs, only a seemingly steep passageway.
Of course, this was not a problem for Jon. He stepped on the invisible stairs in the air and walked down step by step.
The existence of magic was to facilitate the Wizard's life. As long as it was used properly, a spell could be played with.
There were rooms on both sides of the corridor, which seemed to be for the servants living in the temple, because there was nothing here except for dusty shackles and beds that had long rotted into ashes.
The priests wouldn't put shackles on themselves.
He continued to walk forward, and there was a strong pressure in the silent darkness until he reached the tomb at the end.
He stood in front of the stone platform and looked up.
The structure here looked like a two-story room, and according to the mechanical analysis of the load-bearing structure, it was clear that there was a very large building above.
And in the mythological civilization, such a building would not be anything other than the hall of the temple.
So, above this place was the temple of Osiris, and below it was the shrine where part of Osiris' body was stored.
Jon was slightly relieved, but just as he was about to turn around and leave, there was suddenly a faint sound from the stone platform behind him.
Before he could react, his hand had already touched the stone platform.
It was as if he was being controlled by something inexplicable.
And then, a scene appeared in front of him.
Relying on the resonance between the body pieces, he saw it.
In the illusion of nothingness, he saw a river, and there was already a clear sound of music.
Someone was playing a piano piece that he was very familiar with, on the bank of the river in front of him.
It was an illusory figure, slender and beautiful – even if Jon could not see her face, he could tell that it was a beautiful girl. And behind the girl, there was a bright disc emitting a blue light, dyeing the river blue.
Just like the name of the song, the Blue Danube.
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