Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

The shadows interlaced in the dim corridor, and one after another silhouette fell, each body colliding with the solid mud brick, emitting a dull thud akin to a slab of pork hitting the ground.

The plastic flashlight was covered in sweat, rolling to the wall and gathering dust.

"Hiss!"

All three men hit the ground, and it was only then that Bi Fang felt the pain shooting through his knuckles.

Bi Fang shook his hand and squatted down to search the fallen men. From one of them, he retrieved a thoroughly deformed and shattered phone, which was almost broken in half, and in the dim light, a complete fist print could still be faintly seen on the mangled frame.

The other person had stuffed the phone in his pocket, which had caused him some trauma.

[Wow, that's a punch right on the phone, huh]

[Damn, my hand hurts now]

[But it's useless, gotta lie down anyway (funny)]

[That's too cool, what an invincible smashing punch]

[Hiss, a punch for each little calamari]

[I once saw a boxer in a back alley face a group of people. He knocked them down like this, one punch each, knocking them out as if dazed, and they just fell. People really are different]

[So, it was a little punk]

[Meow King sent the host meatballs*666]

[Tenth little trumpet sent the host marrow bones*2]

To deal with the three calamari, Bi Fang did not even gasp for air, truly satisfying the audience.

After discarding the phone, Bi Fang took two steps to reach the last fallen man, checked him, and found he had only been knocked unconscious by a torch to the back of his head.

That's the good thing about wood, it's soft, and in an emergency, even if you can't control your strength, it's not easy to kill someone instantly.

Looking at the torch beside him, Bi Fang did not pick it up; there were better options here.

He picked up the flashlight from the corner, wiped the handle with the unconscious man's clothing, and shone it towards the corner.

Bi Fang's punches were powerful, and normally, it would take someone ten minutes to recover. Two men lay on the ground, writhing subconsciously, making whimpering sounds.

As Bi Fang approached and shone the flashlight on their faces, the sight of tears and drool shocked the audience on the screen.

[My god, is it that exaggerated?]

[If a professional boxer punched you in the stomach, you'd be the same, hahaha]

[There's something even more exaggerated. Master Fang's punch might be akin to some top-tier boxers. Did he avoid vital spots? This looks hospital-worthy.]

To prevent them from regaining consciousness and resisting, Bi Fang pulled out a rope from his waist, tied each man's hands and feet, and linked them together. Then he lost interest in further exploration and decided to stay where he was and wait for the Egyptian side to send someone.

About half an hour later, a group of people arrived belatedly, carrying bags both big and small, and they were accompanied by members of the nearby police station.

Bi Fang, who had been informed through the comments, crawled out of the narrow passage and calmed Alpha, who was somewhat restless. In the distant sky, he saw several helicopters flying in.

This clearly showed how seriously the Egyptian side was taking this.

In total, there were sixteen people, three police officers, the rest were university professors, professional archaeologists, and most importantly, the Huaxia ambassador to Egypt.

Looking at the team assembled alone hinted at why their arrival had been so delayed—it was no small feat to gather such a group, many of whom had been summoned without adequate preparation.

"Mr. Liao."

"Mr. Bi!" A middle-aged man with graying temples grasped Bi Fang's hand, his tone filled with emotion, "I'm also a viewer of yours. I've been following this Sahara expedition, and it's been truly exhilarating. What's even more unexpected is that we've discovered a new site. Let me introduce you, this is Professor Hasan K, he is..."

Bi Fang simply ignored the fact that the man was a member of his audience and proceeded to meet the rest of the group.

Having dealt with many people, he knew that such comments were merely pleasantries—only a fool would take them seriously.

Meanwhile, the accompanying police led out three individuals who had attempted to break into the tomb and commit theft.

The trio was firmly tied together with thick hemp ropes, forming a chain led by the leading officer. Each one was covered in dust, crestfallen, which alongside the distant pyramids, evoked a sense of ancient Egyptian slavery.

Logically, it shouldn't have been like this, but the exit itself was extremely narrow, and so they had to come out one by one, inadvertently creating this absurd scene.

[This déjà vu is incredible!]

[Why do I suddenly feel a bit sorry for them?]

[Before stealing, didn't they inquire who Bi Fang was? With only such meager skills, they thought to rob a tomb?]

[To be honest, if it were me, I might also take the gamble. After all, risking it all might just turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.]

[Indeed, as Master Fang mentioned, these tombs existed even before the pyramids, dating back thousands of years. Just taking a single item could solve one's financial worries for life, even if it meant risking death. I think many people would want to try their luck.]

Wealth enchants the heart.

The pharaoh's tombs in Egypt were typically opulent, and over the past millennia, countless tomb robbers had frenziedly excavated these sites, stealing vast amounts of ancient Egyptian artifacts.

Anyone faced with an easy opportunity to get rich, which was also difficult to trace, wouldn't remain indifferent.

The reason Bi Fang remained unfazed wasn't because he was some saint or nobleman; it was purely because... he was already very wealthy.

Every quarter, the club was continuously amassing great wealth. Apart from reinvesting in expansion and improvements, it was already starting to break even.

Even disregarding that, the daily tips from livestreaming were enough for Bi Fang to live a carefree life.

When the granary is full, one knows what's proper; when the food is sufficient, one knows shame.

After a brief internal struggle, Bi Fang followed everyone else to the entrance of the site.

A group of professors stood at the pitch-black entrance, discussing among themselves, none daring to descend—not because they feared any pharaoh's curse or were uncurious about the contents.

Those who had come weren't just fulfilling a duty; they were all highly passionate about historical research and archaeology. It was simply unavoidable—they were mostly quite old.

Time had been pressed, and before coming, everyone had hurriedly reviewed the site's interior, knowing exactly what the situation was like.

A long, narrow passage was one thing—a few old bones could still scrape through, but beyond the tunnel was a steep vertical shaft that they just couldn't handle.

However, these were trivial matters to those present, who had seen much more, and they found nothing unusual about it.

Some sites were directly exposed on the surface, while others, like this one, had just a small hole.

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This was precisely how Tutankhamun's excavation had started, with just a set of stone steps, then slowly digging deeper.

Starting from a tiny hole at the very bottom, and climbing the winding mountain roads, they eventually reached the summit.

After several days of digging, Carter and his team reached the twelfth step, found the entrance, and confirmed it was a tomb built for a pharaoh king.

In many cases, people had already known about the existence of certain tombs and sites, such as the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor, characterized by large mounds of earth. However, many archaeological sites are less conspicuous and even hard to trace in the literature.

Often, the only signs of a site on the surface might be fragments of pottery, with much more buried underground.

Therefore, the discovery of many archaeological sites is quite accidental, often related to human activities such as well-digging, road construction, railway building, and reservoir repair.

For example, the Terracotta Army was discovered by farmers while digging a well; the Tomb of the King of Nanyue was discovered in the 1980s during the construction of an apartment building.

Next comes the archaeological exploration and investigation by archaeologists, which then require some surveying techniques and experience.

Local gazetteers and other such books, in particular, can provide a lot of inspiration through their accounts of local historical developments, major historical events, and local customs.

Although Egypt and Huaxia differ, the general process is much the same.

Moreover, Egypt is rich in relics; the famed Valley of the Kings alone hosts the tombs of 64 pharaohs from the 17th Dynasty to the 20th Dynasty of Egypt, all situated within a valley on the west bank of the Nile River opposite Luxor City.

A group of white-haired old men simultaneously turned their gaze toward Bi Fang.

By then, Bi Fang had also donned more professional gear brought by these people and was the first to enter the cave, dragging several ropes.

Having retraced the initial path, Bi Fang pulled the rope, signaling to those outside.

Then, one by one, individuals donned carabiners and descended into the ancient tomb along the ropes.

Flashlights lit up one by one, illuminating the pitch-dark tomb as bright as day.

One of the younger assistants joked, "It seems we don't need to light any candles after all."

Everyone on site burst into laughter in unison, while the audience watching the screen looked confused and clueless, not understanding the joke.

[What's this all about?]

[Don't talk in riddles]

[Master Fang, explain please]

[What are they laughing at?]

"It's probably a jest, coming from Howard Carter, the archaeologist who discovered Tutankhamun,"

Bi Fang explained as he now saw the wall paintings much more clearly under the light of the flashlight.

"Carter didn't just discover Tutankhamun; he also led excavations at many pharaonic tombs."

"In 1917, Howard Carter, the manager of the Nubian site at South Cairo, arrived at the Valley of the Kings."

"Carter had been fascinated by ancient Egyptian civilization since he was sixteen, and after many years of study, he believed that there were still undiscovered, unheard-of pharaoh's tombs in this frequently robbed site."

"Thus, under Carter's leadership, the team began excavation, and the archaeologists were preparing to excavate a tomb when they unexpectedly encountered a strange phenomenon—they couldn't use flashlights for lighting and had to rely on candles."

"Until one evening in 1922, Carter noticed a small round hole on a tomb door, into which he inserted a lit candle; the faint candlelight pierced the silence of millennia."

"In the candlelight, Carter saw a six-foot-long staircase and immediately realized it was part of a hidden underground stairway."

"Here, Carter would begin a thrilling expedition, digging all the way until he discovered a pharaoh's tomb that had never been visited before."

"That tomb was none other than that of the famed New Kingdom Pharaoh of Egypt, the 18th Pharaoh, Tutankhamun."

"Of course, whether this is true or not, I don't know. After all, a hundred years have passed since that time, and even the talk of a pharaoh's curse has been exaggerated; who truly knows what the deal with the flashlight joke is?"

"But for professionals, especially those in the Egyptian archaeological community, it's a well-known story."

Carter held an extraordinary significance and status in the field of Egyptian archaeology, comparable to Newton and Einstein in the history of physics.

[Okay.]

[If you don't have a bit of culture now, you can't even keep up with the conversation.]

[Oh Pharaoh, give me a brain as effective as Master Fang's!]

[If I were this knowledgeable in ancient and modern times, would I still be single?]

"The murals are very complete."

"There are no signs of damage."

"The humidity is high, some areas are indistinct, but most are well-preserved; it must have been the vapor leakage caused by subsidence later, otherwise all would have blurred long ago."

"We are very fortunate to have discovered it now."

The scholars, full of wonder, tirelessly admired the tomb's furnishings but restrained themselves from rashly touching anything; the others also donned gloves and began their work.

Archaeological excavation and survey differ, yet both are means of obtaining physical data based on archaeological surveys.

This is a complex and meticulous task that proceeds according to a defined procedure.

Typically, there would be: layout—removing topsoil—cleaning cultural layers layer by layer according to their stratigraphic relationships—unifying strata—cleaning reserved sections—completing various records.

Then the indoor organization occurs, transferring the collected physical data and records from the field back to the workstation or the digging team's camp, systematically arranging and analyzing the unearthed artifacts' dates and other research work, writing excavation reports, and finally, transferring the physical data to the collecting institutions.

The excavated sites would also be managed according to the actual conditions, some being backfilled, others preserved in situ.

Watching everyone busily engaged, the ambassador and Bi Fang also couldn't lend a hand and chatted sporadically.

Moments later, several older scholars seemed to realize something, stopped their work, and approached Bi Fang.

"We're terribly sorry; we just can't help researching when we see these materials. Let's go down to the tomb below and open the coffin."

On hearing this, Bi Fang's mind stirred.

It suited his purposes.

He himself was not much interested in these tedious explorations. What he most wanted to see was the opening of the coffin to find out what the Pharaoh actually looked like.

Following the route in his memory, Bi Fang led the group forward until they reached another hole, descending by rope.

Everyone landed one by one, switching on their flashlights.

Bi Fang had just entered when he encountered the tomb robbers, and the torchlight was insufficient for a detailed observation of the place.

Now seeing its true face, they were all startled despite being mentally prepared.

In this not-so-large room, every surface was covered with murals, densely packed with thousands of pieces of furniture, utensils, statues, weapons, royal scepters, and other exquisite, finely crafted grave goods, all adorned with gold, silver, pearls, and jade - luxurious and intact.

Each person's heart pounded fiercely.

This was another untouched complete tomb!

And undoubtedly, the most captivating was a square pit in the very center of the room, where the anthropoid coffin almost like a black hole drew the eyes of everyone who looked its way.