LOL: Kaisa's correct evolution manual

"This sound... you should all have heard it, right?"

Sindra raised her head, and a flash of purple light suddenly flashed in her eyes. She tried to see through the darkness ahead and see the scene in front of her, but strangely, she saw nothing. It was as if some strange force in the whole tomb blocked her sight, making her unable to see anything clearly.

"The sound of a child crying. It seems that everything is going according to the story you told."

Sarah tapped Ezreal's shoulder with her gun. Although the current situation was very strange, no one felt any danger. Instead, they felt relieved.

Although Zhang Xu was not there, they seemed to be missing a backbone, but in fact each of them had at least the strength of a demigod. Originally, Sarah's strength might have been the weakest among them, but as she gained the power of the Desire Star Spirit, her strength had already caught up with those around her.

It can be said that apart from a few people including Zhang Xu, Zilean, and Aatrox, they are the top combat forces in Shurima today.

"I also read this story in an ancient book... You don't think I did it, do you?"

Ezreal spread his hands helplessly. He now realized that the most difficult person to get along with among these people was the guy who was pointing a gun at him.

He didn't want to die under this guy's gun...

"This couldn't have been done by you. We know you don't have the ability to do this."

Kai'Sa didn't even bother to look at Ezreal. While speaking the truth without any disguise, he walked to Syndra's side and tried to use the power of nothingness to see through the darkness in front of him.

But like Sindra, it was also in vain.

"What the hell is that thing ahead?"

Listening to Kaisa's words, Ezreal covered his chest. Although there was nothing wrong with what he said, why did it sound so sad?

Lies don't hurt, the truth is the sharpest knife, right?

Ugh...

Suddenly I feel that following these guys into the tomb is not a good idea...

The crying continued, echoing faintly in the darkness. But Kassa and the others completely ignored the crying that seemed to be surrounded by stereo speakers, and continued to move forward along the corridor.

Soon, the group arrived at the entrance of a more spacious tomb. The ground at the entrance of the tomb was as black as ink, but the firelight reflected a dazzling light on it.

With the help of the firelight and the emitted light beams, everyone could see the interior of the tomb clearly - golden objects were scattered around, and the walls were inlaid with dazzling jewels, which sparkled in the flickering firelight, as if attracting everyone.

but...

No one was interested in the treasures in this room. Even Sivir and Sarah, who were most interested in worldly things, did not react at all - with Zhang Xu's status in Shurima and Azir's heart, they could mobilize the entire Shurima's treasury at will. The treasures in a mere room were not enough to make them pay attention.

But when you leave, you can take all these things out.

Anyway, no one would complain about having too much money, right?

Ezreal was also not interested in these glittering treasures. Compared to these glittering treasures, he was more looking forward to the crying sound...

Finding the source of the crying is much more attractive than these treasures.

"Hiss...wait a minute, why do I feel like there's someone in that pile of treasures?"

anyone?

Shiver's voice attracted the attention of several people. Looking in the direction of her finger, they indeed found a thin figure among a pile of glittering treasures - wrapped in dark bandages, sitting in front of everyone with his back to them, looking particularly inconspicuous among these glittering treasures.

The crying outside the tomb seemed to... stop?

What was strange was that when they saw the "mummy" of the child, the ground in the tomb suddenly turned into water! Taking a step forward, several ripples instantly appeared on the ground.

It is indeed water, not obsidian ground...

Janna, who was walking in the front, suddenly fixed her eyes, and looked at the little mummy who was sitting there with his back to them. At this moment, they heard the child crying again.

The sound was closer now...as if it was right in front of them!

"This is..."

Kassa and the others exchanged glances and stepped on the water at the same time.

At this moment, a faint voice sounded, and the voice echoed around everyone for a long time, bouncing off the walls of the tomb with many layers of echoes.

A boy's voice, but with an ancient accent and strange wording:

"Are you here to play with me?"

The little mummy finally moved. He turned around and landed on the water in a half-falling, half-jumping posture, and his appearance was completely exposed to everyone's sight.

It was a "corpse" wrapped in linen bandages, and its appearance could be vaguely identified as the little prince in the painting. Although the "zombie" boy's face was wrapped in a shroud, a dim, ghostly light still shone from his empty eye sockets.

He did not wait for the response from Kassa and others...or rather, he did not have the patience to wait for their reply.

He couldn't wait to stretch out a shriveled little hand and grab Janna who was in front.

"Can you be my friend?"

"Go away!"

Sindra, who was walking beside Janna, raised her eyebrows, and the power of chaos in her body suddenly burst out, and in an instant it surged onto the body of the mummy boy - without any surprise, the little mummy flew out and hit the wall of the tomb heavily.

But the strange thing was that the little mummy seemed to have not suffered any harm. It crawled up from the ground as if nothing had happened, with its empty eye sockets open - several people actually saw a look of grievance on his face.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to do that."

The desolate sound began to linger around everyone, and the crying in the tomb... became louder.

Looking at the little mummy that had not moved at all after getting up, several people looked at each other and saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

"What...is this?"

"This is a tomb. The murals have already confirmed this. The little prince in the mural is dead. In other words, either this guy is not the little prince, or... the little prince has come back to life!"

"Perhaps, the little prince has never died."

Ezreal clucked his tongue and offered his own opinion: “But no matter what, he is unusual. What are you going to do with this guy?”