Chapter 710 The Priest in the Dream
Nie Yao had no choice but to put away the sketches, close her archaeological notebook, adjust her chair, and then slowly close her eyes.
Li Jinxing covered her with a blanket. Seeing that Steve was still mumbling, he whispered, "Steve, you too, close your eyes and rest for a while..."
Steve nodded obediently, closed his eyes and put on the eye mask.
Li Jinxing picked up Nie Yao's portrait and looked at it carefully for a long time. He then took out his mobile phone, opened the album, and called out the photo of his mother that he had left in the album, quietly comparing it with this portrait.
Rather than saying that this portrait Yaoyao drew resembled her mother, it would be more accurate to say that it was a combination of her mother and the female pharaoh...
He was not familiar with the female pharaoh that Yaoyao mentioned. He only knew that she had made great achievements. However, Steve's words made him think deeply.
My parents passed away too early, and my eldest brother was still young at that time. He was unable to learn too many family secrets from his parents, and he didn't know why this heirloom was passed down from generation to generation!
Logically speaking, their Li family does not have such a long history, and he is only the ninth generation heir of the family. How could he be related to the female pharaoh who lived thousands of years ago?
Li Jinxing shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly, saved the sketch carefully, stood up and poured a cup of coffee, returned to his seat, slowly turned on the computer, and began to deal with some company affairs.
His eldest brother was going to help him manage the company's affairs, and he also needed to sort out some important documents, which he would then send to his eldest brother...
After Li Jinxing finished handling the company affairs while tapping lightly on the keyboard, he rubbed his eyes and found that a lot of time had passed. The itinerary map on the plane also showed that they were about to arrive in Egypt.
"Nie Yao...Nie Yao..." Nie Yao was half asleep when she heard someone calling her name. She quickly looked around and whispered, "Who's calling me?"
No one answered her, but kept calling her name in a low voice, the voice sounded a little distant.
Nie Yao couldn't help but follow the direction of the sound and found that the sound was getting closer and closer to her, as if there was a door between them.
She reached out and slowly pushed open the door in front of her, and for a moment she felt a little dazed.
There were hardly any people walking around in the vast hall, and every stone pillar in the hall was carved with various murals and some ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs...
Nie Yao subconsciously walked slowly along the road, and saw a man kneeling on the ground not far away. He was only wearing thin clothes, and his back looked very broad. The moonlight poured through a skylight, enveloping his body and giving him a layer of light silver light.
"Are you calling me?" Nie Yao couldn't help but ask in a low voice towards the man.
The man did not answer, but kept drawing something with his hands. Nie Yao could not help but stand on tiptoe to look, and saw that he was holding a pen in his hand and was carefully recording on the papyrus.
Nie Yao did not interrupt him, but just waited quietly. Her intuition told her that it was this man who was calling her, and he must have something to tell her!
It was unknown how long it was before the man put down the pen in his hand and slowly turned around to look at Nie Yao. Only then did Nie Yao see his face clearly. He had deep brows, a high nose bridge, and bright eyes. He looked exactly like the priest Senmut in her dream.
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