There is a good saying.

The past is like the wind.

Soon.

Mark adjusted his mindset.

Again, that's the same sentence.

The pot left over from what he did in his previous life, if it is a good pot, he can choose to accept it after considering it.

But bad pot?

I'm sorry, it's the former Ma someone who did this, who has a debt and a master, who wants to find trouble and has the ability to go up the river of time to find the former Ma someone theory, he is not black here.

Well.

That's it.

Mark looked around for a moment and then said to Immorton, "Let's go." ”

“…… My lord. ”

Mark turned to look at the bald head Immorton who knelt down on one knee to him again and said, "Are you still okay?" ”

Immorton nodded.

He was resurrected, but the woman he loved was still suffering in hell.

"Ansunam."

Immorton looked up at Mark, who had said the name, and then bowed his head again and said, "Yes, sir." ”

Mark nodded.

Ansunam.

A beauty.

Pharaoh's wife, Immorton's lover.

Yes.

This once again perfectly confirms the sentence, red face and bad water.

Without Ansunam, Immorton would have been the most powerful High Priest ever recorded in the Pharaonic era.

Because of Ansunam.

Immorton was mummified.

Because Immorton became mummified, the Pharaonic era was brought to an end in the absence of a high priestly lineage......

This is yet another sad story of losing an empire because of a woman.

Who did it wrong, Mark didn't bother to pay attention to.

Pharaoh was not resurrected by him, Immorton was resurrected by him.

So.

Mark then looked at Immorton and said, "Go to the east to help the resurgent emperor, and when the clouds in the west reced, and the emperor ruled everything, I will grant you your request." ”

Immorton's face was overjoyed, and he immediately kowtowed, "Thank you, sir." ”

Mark waved his hand at Immorton.

Immorton got up and turned directly into yellow sand, which was to blow the yellow sand to the east with a strong wind......

Mark stared at the yellow sand that disappeared from sight and shook his head.

Another man who is captured by love.

Love doesn't divide into camps.

Love can save the world, just as love can destroy the world.

None of them.

It's like if Kate tells Mark that she doesn't like this world, Mark will turn into the Demon King of World Destruction in the next second.

But if Kate would like the world as it used to be? Mark will take the "Dark Book" and immediately turn around.

Still.

There are hobbies.

To have love means to be in control.

There is only Maizi alone in the underworld now, and Maizi will definitely go back when Mark returns to the underworld.

You can't let Apophis, the serpent of Hades, wear many hats, right?

Gothic little Lori in black will play petty.

It's Mark who needs men.

These days, even Hades is not easy to recruit employees.

The ruthless and desireless will make Hades have no color at all.

There is affection and righteousness, but some are not quite in line with the painting style of the underworld.

Yes.

Immorton Ansunam is just right.

As long as Ansunam is given to Immorton, Immorton has nothing else to ask for, which is good.

As for Ansunam leaving Immorton?

This is normal.

A woman's stress response to a sudden situation.

This is not scrubbing.

Definitely not.

Mark looked at the cloud-covered realm and smiled again, and then swept straight in the direction of Cairo.

As for the heroes and heroines of this world?

Who knows.

Maybe dead.

Maybe not.

Mark doesn't care.

Whether it's O'Connor or Evelyn, they don't have a high status in Mark's heart as much as Immorton......

A day later.

Cairo.

In 1926, Cairo was still a yellow earth, and it was filled with the smell of excrement, but fortunately, Mark opened the Hades Mental Power Cover for himself, otherwise Mark felt that he would have killed directly because of this smell.

Around noon.

Mark crossed his gentleman's hat and stepped out of the carriage.

The native coachman of Cairo bowed down to Mark in humility.

Mark smiled and threw a gold bar to the coachman with his right hand repeatedly.

Yes.

It's gold bars.

“…… Mr. ”

"Here you go."

"This ...... Thank you sir. ”

There was a flash of ecstasy on the coachman's face, and he bowed to Mark and thanked him excitedly in a mixture of Aboriginal and English.

Mark put on his gentleman's hat and walked straight towards the museum gate, which was guarded by two statues.

After pushing the door open.

The library was empty, except for the faint sound coming from upstairs.

"Curator, you're not there, trust me, he's not human." Miss Evelyn excitedly said to the white-bearded curator: "It's just that all of those Yankees have turned to stone, and we watched them turn to stone." ”

O'Connor sat in his chair and covered his forehead and said bitterly, "I feel that my education has been humiliated at that moment. ”

The Curator, who was sitting in the right seat, looked at Adesbey, who was also a secret guardian of the organization, standing next to him, and asked, "You saw Immorton resurrected with your own eyes." ”

Adesberg, whose face was painted with symbols, looked at the curator and said in a deep voice: "You are not at the scene, words cannot describe what we have seen, Immorton has fully recovered, and it is no longer something we can deal with." ”

The curator smiled wisely.

The curator got up and walked to the side of the room.

Not much.

The curator appeared in front of everyone with a silver wooden box.

Everyone looked at it.

The curator smiled and said, "No, we have a way to deal with Immorton. ”

"Curator."

"Curator?"

"The Golden Sutra of the Sun?"

The curator looked at the guardian of the same organization who knew the goods, and he really nodded.

The next second.

The silver wooden box in his hand instantly flew out of the door.

The curator's face changed and he hurriedly grabbed the silver wooden box, but he was a step too late.

Syllable!

"Who?"

"Click!"

"Who?"

“…… It's you. ”

"It's you."

Mark, who appeared in the doorway, glanced at the silver wooden box floating beside him, and then at the people who pointed his guns at him with a click.

Mark walked inside.

O'Connor tried to pull the two guns in his hand, but he couldn't.

Even......

I couldn't even move except my head.

O'Connor looked at the others.

The same is true.

With everyone's frightened expressions on their faces, Mark walked to the edge of the chair and sat down.

"The Golden Sutra of the Sun?" Mark looked around at the people who were bound by his own mental power and said lightly: "Life and death, reincarnation is not endless, there is life before death, there is life before there is life, life and death are one, why do you always like to put life and death on the opposite side?" ”

said.

Bang!

The silver wooden box disintegrated in an instant.

The sacred object that the natives here call the "Golden Sutra of the Sun" is revealed.

The Golden Warp of the Sun hovers in front of Mark.

Mark repeats his right hand.

Bibles of the Dead also appear.

Mark clapped his hands directly.

Next second!

At the moment when the Golden Sutra of the Sun collided with the Bible of the Dead, countless visions seemed to be revealed.

Life and death.

Light and darkness.

……

It was at the moment when the two books began to merge in Mark's hands.

Far East.

A sound echoed throughout the world.

"I unify the six countries, the world is one, build the Great Wall to town the dragon vein of Kyushu, protect my Great Qin, and protect my society. I swear in the name of the First Emperor! I am here, when I defend the territory and open up the territory, sweep away the four razes, and set the foundation of my Great Qin! If I die, I will also become a dragon soul, and bless me with eternal Huaxia! This oath is evidenced by the sun and the moon, and the heaven and earth learn from ......"