Chapter 265: Pharaoh's Mausoleum 5

Yang Guang heard Andre's voice, turned to look at him, and then his gaze extended all the way back, sweeping over the faces of the people who followed Andre in. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Aziz didn't come in, which Yang Guang had expected, this Middle Eastern tycoon may like excitement, but he will definitely put his life first. Especially before the curse in the catacombs is over, staying on the ground is obviously the best option.

Parker and his mercenaries had nothing to see, the weapons in their hands couldn't help Yang Guang, who had mastered the 4th order spell, and what really attracted Yang Guang's attention were the two strange people invited by Aziz.

Yang Guang guessed that Amshei accidentally mastered the magic ability thousands of years ago, but did not pass on this knowledge out of human instinct, and naturally wondered if this head descender and soothsayer also had magical powers.

The head descender from Southeast Asia is short in stature, wears loose clothes, and looks no different from ordinary people. Seeing Yang Guang staring at him, the head descender smiled at him and said hello.

Yang Guang nodded lightly as a salute, and then moved his gaze to the soothsayer from Scotland. It was a lady of unknown age, her exposed skin was wrinkled like the bark of a thousand-year-old tree, her eyes had no pupils, and she didn't know if she was born like this or if she was blind.

"Young man, you must be wondering if my eyes were born this way, or if I am blind!" Who knew that just when this thought popped up in Yang Guang's heart, the Scottish soothsayer suddenly spoke, her voice full of vicissitudes, as if countless years had passed.

Hearing the voice of the female soothsayer, Yang Guang laughed instead, if the other party remained silent, of course he would not take the initiative to provoke and test, and he did not know the details of this person, but this woman's pretended to be deep, but instead exposed her own secret.

As a mage, Yang Guang's spiritual power is very strong compared to ordinary people, and the female soothsayer actually tried to use her hypnotic means to implant a hint of her omniscience in Yang Guang's heart, which was as funny as a praying mantis waving its arms to block the speeding tank.

Not only that, Yang Guang also quickly judged that this female soothsayer did not have any magic power at all, and she was just using ordinary hypnotic techniques more exquisitely. Maybe there are people in this world who can predict the future, but the so-called soothsayer in front of him is just a psychiatrist who wraps himself in the occult.

Such a character couldn't attract Yang Guang's interest at all, he didn't even bother to pay attention to the other party, directly withdrew his gaze, and said to Andre: "I can only guarantee that you can enter and exit the tomb safely, if you move something indiscriminately, you will bear the consequences." ”

"Two masters, what do you think?" Parker next to him spoke, he would not put his life in the hands of a black man who had a conflict with him and did not know the roots.

The Southeast Asian head descender took a few steps, and Yang Guang could see it clearly, noticing that this person's arm was swinging, and he felt something spilling out of his loose clothes. Based on the fine powder that then appeared in the air, Yang Guang deduced that it was most likely some kind of medicinal powder that this person had thrown out.

If someone is contaminated with that powder, most of them will have an immediate and obvious reaction, which looks like a curse. When the time comes, this person will take out the antidote to pretend to be a god and make a fool of himself, and he will have all the fame and fortune.

Yang Guang sneered, but as long as the other party didn't provoke him, he didn't bother to debunk the other party on the spot. Who knew that the head descending master might be annoyed that Yang Guang shouldn't lift the "curse" too easily, or because his peers were like enemies, he actually pointed at Yang Guang and said loudly: "Curse!" You've been cursed! If you don't find someone to resolve it quickly, you won't survive for three days! ”

Yang Guang replied to this fake head descender, with an upward upward middle finger, and without waiting for the other party to react, a string of ropes flew out of Yang Guang's sleeve, wrapped the neck of the fake head descending master standing outside the door of the tomb, and then shrank up and pulled him into the tomb.

The False Head Descender involuntarily staggered forward a few steps, and the powder he had sprinkled earlier was all stuck to himself, and in a few seconds, blisters began to appear on his exposed skin outside of loose clothing.

After being pulled by the rope, the fake head descender desperately reached out to take out the antidote from his arms, but Yang Guang had already guarded against him, and the activation rope was wrapped down after the neck was wrapped, and his arms were tightly tied to the ribs of his body, no matter how much the fake head descender struggled, he was powerless to break free.

Yang Guang stretched out his hand and tore the hem of the fake head descender's shirt, immediately revealing the dense small pockets sewn inside, from which the medicinal powder that had been spilled out before should have been taken out. Being able to practice to the point where the speed of his arms and fingers can deceive the eyes of others, and accurately take out the corresponding drugs and amounts, this guy must have worked weekdays, but unfortunately he has embarked on this crooked path with his mental skills.

"Which is the antidote?" Yang Guang asked lightly.

"Pink! Pink! In just a few seconds, the blisters on the fake head descender were getting bigger and bigger, and he knew very well how powerful the medicine he was concocting was, and where else could he care about when his hands were tightly bound, so he hurriedly shouted loudly.

Yang Guang pulled the activation rope hard, and the latter quickly loosened and retracted into Yang Guang's sleeve, and the fake head descender had his hands free, and in a panic, he took out some pink medicine from a small pocket in his waist clothes and put it in his mouth.

In a few minutes, the blisters on the false head descender gradually melted, although there were still some ugly traces, but he no longer had the previous symptoms of shortness of breath, and he should be out of danger.

Seeing that his methods for many years were broken by Yang Guang a few times, and were also recorded by Andre's infrared camera equipment, his heart was full of resentment towards Yang Guang, he lowered his head and retreated to the side as if he had no face, but the fingers of both hands quickly rotated and took out the medicine powder from the small pockets on his waist and bounced it out towards Yang Guang.

After those medicinal powders came to Yang Guang, who didn't seem to have any defense, the fake head descender raised his head and showed a hideous expression on his face, and he was about to say a few words, but suddenly felt a sharp pain from the mouth of the tiger in his palm. The fake head descender looked down and found that a 20-centimeter-long golden scorpion king was lying on his arm at some point, slowly pulling out the tail thorn that had pierced his body. (To be continued.) )