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Chang Annchun could hardly believe his eyes; Jacques' head was missing, and the neatly severed neck revealed glistening white bone, sending chills down his spine.
"Where's his head?" Chang Annchun asked the man.
The man's voice was hoarse as he replied, "It's gone."
"Someone cut off Jacques' head? But this severed neck..." Chang Annchun stared intently at the clean cut, and his premonition finally came true.
Back in the temple, when he discovered that the statue's head was missing, he immediately thought that Jacques' corpse would meet the same fate.
Someone wanted to ensure that Jacques could never reach Paradise, which is why they severed his head and destroyed his statue—such cruelty was unimaginable.
"When did the head go missing?" Chang Annchun suddenly recalled something that had happened over twenty years ago.
"When we opened the coffin, Jacques was already like this," the man said.
"Could it have been the Tomb Raider?" Chang Annchun murmured to himself.
"That seems unlikely. Tomb Raiders usually only plunder treasures from tombs; they would never damage a corpse. Besides, the old man who led us said they had pried open the coffin to see who the master of the tomb was. Jacques' body was still intact back then, except..."
"Except what?"
"Except for the fact that somehow, his head was wrapped in a layer of black gelatinous substance." The man shook his head in confusion, unable to comprehend.
“What!” Chang Annchun stumbled backward, throwing aside the torch. He stepped forward and grabbed the man's shoulders, asking, “Did that old Tomb Raider mention when they broke into Jacques' Tomb?”
“It seems to be early 1983…” The man looked at Chang Annchun, bewildered.
Early 1983 was precisely when the head of Queen Suri was unearthed.
Chang Annchun could never forget everything he had seen that day—the black, gelatinous substance mysteriously melting away, and the hollow eye sockets of the head seemed to harbor infinite anger and resentment.
Now, Chang Annchun had finally found the answer he had been searching for over twenty years.
In early 1983, a group of Tomb Raiders had infiltrated Jacques' Tomb, stealing jewels and disturbing the mummy.
Once the corpse was disturbed, Jacques' Curse was immediately lifted. As for why Jacques' head became shrouded in black gelatinous substance and then mysteriously disappeared…
Chang Annchun looked up at the dark ceiling of the tomb. In the boundless darkness, it felt as if a pair of angry eyes lay in wait, coldly observing everything.
Perhaps this would be another unsolved mystery… As Chang Annchun exited the tomb, he found Zhao Pengfei standing at the entrance with a cheerful smile.
“You… you’re not dead!” Chang Annchun exclaimed, both surprised and relieved.
“Haha, of course not!” Zhao Pengfei twirled around with a laugh. “Jacques' Curse has no effect on me! I wanted to inform you about this as soon as possible, but my phone died.”
Chang Annchun stepped closer and patted Zhao Pengfei on the shoulder, saying, “Jacques' Curse isn’t ineffective against you; it simply no longer exists.”
Zhao Pengfei looked at himself in confusion as Chang Annchun slowly said, "When you discovered Jacques, its head had been severed. Once the Sorcerer's body was damaged, his curse lost its effectiveness. In fact, the best way to break a curse is to destroy its source, which means destroying Jacques' body..."
Zhao Pengfei nodded in sudden understanding, then his face turned red as he said, "When we first found Jacques' tomb, we were so excited. But who would have thought that Jacques' mummy would be a headless corpse? Everyone was quite disheartened. Out of pride, we didn’t tell you, which led to all these problems..."
Chang Annchun smiled and said, "Young man, don’t be discouraged. Such things happen often in archaeological work; there’s no need to take it to heart. The fact that you discovered Jacques' Tomb is already an incredible achievement."
"Hehe..." Zhao Pengfei scratched his head and laughed, but suddenly his expression froze.
It seemed he remembered something. He said, "If Jacques' curse has long been gone, then how could Song Yong have suddenly died!"
"Perhaps..." Chang Annchun looked again into the depths of the tomb, his voice low as he said, "Perhaps it was just an accident."
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