Outside the city of the dead in Cairo, near the intersection of Main Street.

It is a small stall selling flowers and green branches, which is very similar to the customs of China, where ancestors are worshipped and flowers are also used.

At the entrance to the City of the Dead, there are also strings pulled up, on which are hung paper money similar to those used by Chinese funerals.

But these paper coins are not round, but rectangular white paper cutouts about twenty centimeters in size.

Four people, one tall and three short, stood in front of these white paper cuts, and Laura looked curiously at this mausoleum where the living and the dead lived together.

"As an archaeologist, have you never been here before?" Clark asked.

"No," Laura shook her head, "I've been to Cairo before, but more often to museums and pyramids, not here." ”

"Understandable," Clark nodded, "as a pretty lady, I really wouldn't recommend you here. ”

When Laura heard Clark's praise, the corners of her mouth subconsciously curled.

"In fact, even if you're looking for a thrill, you won't just come here.

Although it is also one of the characteristics of Cairo, it is more representative of Egyptian culture than the ancient pyramids. ”

At this time, they had crossed the dividing line just now, and walked on the empty streets of the "City of the Dead".

The roads are lined with foul-smelling household garbage, and like other poor areas in Cairo, it is filthy with cats and dogs.

It's just that the streets here are narrower and more cluttered, with no street name signs, no personnel signs, and no road signs, just a labyrinth of alleys, empty under the scorching sun.

"If you want me to say, this is a modern pyramid."

Clark was careful to lead them away from the filth beneath their feet.

"The entire 'City of the Dead' was inhabited by more than a million Egyptians, where the living and the dead lived together, and new religions and traditions were mixed.

The garbage of the modern city is discarded here, and with it comes the shadow buried under the light of the country. ”

The arrival of four people, one large, three and four people, seems to have attracted the attention of the local residents.

Hermione noticed that behind the half-hidden doors and windows, there were always people secretly watching them with very strange eyes.

"But like the slums of Rio, this is not a place that tourists want to set foot in, even if they have a character, and they prefer to stay in a regal hotel than here."

Clark deliberately lowered his voice, "After all, the gangsters in the slums are not exquisite, and there are always some desperate madmen who will do unreasonable things. ”

"Since the rulers of the slums are gangsters!" Laura looked at the surrounding situation, subconsciously touched her belt with her right hand, and said with a serious face: "Then who is the ruler here?" ”

"That's a more dangerous existence than the gangsters!" Clark sighed.

"After all, gangsters are also looking for profits, and they don't want to live in such a place where there is no benefit and is full of bad luck.

Who wants to live with the dead except those who really have nothing? ”

"Who?" Hermione answered.

"Of course, only the voodoo madmen would be happy to entrench here.

Although there is also a Vagado School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in this part of Africa, the power of that group of voodoo wizards is also very large.

After all, the more wars, ignorance, and death there are, the more suitable it is for the growth of those dark wizards.

So the entire city of the dead in Cairo can be considered a paradise for voodoo wizards.

They believe that living in such a place where the boundaries between life and death are blurred, and that they can better communicate with the souls of the dead, which can make their mana stronger. ”

As if to verify Clark's words, some strange characters with oil paint on their faces and scrawny bodies began to appear in the shadows of the surrounding streets.

Clarke, Hermione, and the others had to show the wand pinned to their waists, which frightened these guys who were about to move.

"Hurry up, I always feel uncomfortable staying here."

Laura rubbed her arms and complained, even though the sun was dazzling overhead, she still felt a chill around her, looking for a space to burrow into her body.

Clark nodded, scanning the buildings around him.

Since it is a "city of the dead", the buildings on both sides of these streets are naturally tomb houses.

However, unlike ordinary tomb houses, the tomb houses here are built in the style of folk houses.

A small burial house with a walled courtyard, houses and burial chambers, and even a gate for the living to enter and exit.

However, unlike the unfinished buildings in the center of Cairo, the tombs here are all capped, and most of them are only one or two storeys, which is extraordinarily low.

On the wall next to the gate of these tombs, the name of the tomb owner and the number of the tomb house are also engraved, and as for the coffin bones of the tomb owner, they are naturally buried under the tomb.

Clark looked at the street numbers at the entrances of the tombs, looking for his target, and introduced them to Laura.

"Don't look at the burial area here, for those voodoo voodoo wizards, there are actually very rich treasures buried underground!"

Clark's words stunned the three of them for a moment, and finally Laura reacted, "You mean...... Will they rob tombs? ”

"Otherwise, you wouldn't think those people were here to do charity, would you?

The reason why the rich made the tombs like this and hired the grave keepers was to guard the bones and burial goods of their relatives in the catacombs, in addition to driving away the poor who had nothing.

And those voodoo wizards took a fancy to this.

The underground here is rich in corpse bone resources, as well as rich funerary goods that can be made into spell items and spellcasting materials that are soaked in death and yin qi all year round.

For the voodoo wizards, these things are the real treasures. ”

Clark stopped in front of a more palatial burial chamber, "Alright, here we are." ”

At this time, the dangerous eyes that had been following behind them and had been faintly spying on them also disappeared at once, as if the tomb in front of them was a very dangerous place.

Laura asked curiously as she looked at the door number in front of her with the name of the tomb owner written on it.

"Actually, I'm very curious, where did you know this knowledge at such a young age? Could it be that the school of magic still teaches you these things? ”

Clark smiled.

"Of course not, but perhaps I can go deeper into the grassroots than the noble Earl Crawford.

After all, these hidden gossip messages are generally only engraved in the shadows of the city, and they can only be understood if they are close to this place. ”

When Laura heard this, she frowned, "How do you know I ......"

Before she could finish her sentence, Clark knocked on the door of the tomb.

They didn't have to wait long, and almost immediately, a voice with a West African tribal accent asked vigilantly in English, "Who?" ”

"A friend introduced me, come and buy something." Clark said in a deliberately low voice.

The people inside the chamber were silent for a moment, and then they heard the sound of someone grinding on the floor of a chair inside.

The man approached the door and whispered, "Who introduced you?" ”

"Ulysses Crowe!"

With a click, the door was opened inward, but it was dark inside, and it was impossible to see the inside clearly when standing outside.

Clark was the first to walk in, followed by Neville and Laura.

Everyone rushed in, and Hermione was the last to bring the door, and there was a burial chamber at her feet, so the whole house was very dark, and the only light source was an oil lamp in the corner.

With the help of this only source of light, they were able to see the current occupants of the tomb.

It was a very thin black man, covered in all sorts of strange and disgusting voodoo spell materials, including various bones and artifacts taken from corpses

Clark took a seat and sat down, facing the voodoo wizard's face.

The man looked at Clark's immature face, first frowned, and then asked expressionlessly, "Ulysses Crowe introduced you here?" That swindler, thief, smuggler, what do you want to buy? ”

Clark did not answer him, but asked rhetorically, "I heard Ulysses Crowe say that you sold him a batch of ancient Egyptian artifacts, and you also asked him to buy a batch of munitions, saying that they were used against a large tribe in the desert?" ”

The voodoo wizard stared at him impatiently, "What does that have to do with you?" ”

As he spoke, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the four Clarkes with a look of disgust, "You don't want that kind of metal like that guy, do you?" ”

"It's absolutely impossible, it's a treasure for us Africans, the ones that Ulysses Crowe stole in the first place, and we haven't settled accounts with him yet?"

With the threatening words of the voodoo shaman, some scorpions, spiders, and poisonous snakes suddenly emerged from the shadows of the tomb, startling Laura.

Clark turned a blind eye to this, as if he was not afraid at all, and just waved his hand.

"No, no, no! I have no intention of intervening in your dispute over a metal mineral, but I am interested in some ancient tribe in the desert of Egypt. ”

However, the voodoo wizard did not believe his words very much, and prevaricated: "Little one, there are many nomadic tribes in the Egyptian desert, I don't know which one you are talking about!" ”

As he said this, his eyes moved over the faces of Clark and the others, as if trying to find a flaw.

Clarke's heart was also a little unhappy at this time, and he found that from the moment he entered the door, this voodoo wizard had a problem with their attitude.

"But there aren't many large nomadic tribes that are not known to the Egyptian government, are they?

You voodoo wizards also have the magic to drive away insects and beasts, and unless you are facing a large tribe of more than a thousand people, you will not buy weapons from ordinary people. ”

Clark said with certainty.

"So you're eyeing that!" The voodoo wizard reacted suddenly.

He sneered at Clarke, "But why should I tell you?" ”

"Looks like you really know." Clark had no choice but to spread his hands.

"Actually, as an Englishman, we just want to plunder the great relics of your country...... Oh no, it's just expeditionary archaeology.

Believe it or not, we have the best archaeologists in the British Empire. ”

When Laura heard this, she glared at him dissatisfied, but Clark pretended not to see it.

"You must know that your cultural relics protection technology is not yet developed, and those ancient cultural relics are very precious and fragile, and only we can help you keep them well."

"Hypocritical British!" The voodoo wizard was almost on the verge of a case, "This is Egypt, not England, and if I say I don't know, what can you do with me." ”

As he spoke, the scorpions, spiders, and vipers on the ground began to approach Clarke.

"Then I'll help you remember." Clark just said calmly, and then, pulling out a silver-white pistol from under his robes, aimed it at the voodoo wizard's chest, and pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The loud gunfire startled Laura, but Hermione and Neville seemed to have expected such a thing, and they immediately followed suit.

[Dasong's Quenching Prison]!

The magic book in Hermione's hand flipped to the page where the magic was recorded, and the extremely cold and freezing air spread out in a ring around the four of them under her control.

The scorpions, spiders, and vipers on the ground were instantly frozen into popsicles in this cold climate that Egypt had never seen before.

By this time, Neville had already pulled out his dagger and pounced on the voodoo wizard who had been hit by Clark's demon-breaking bullet.

Unlike the information that ordinary people get from film and television dramas, the power of bullets is actually very large.

Those who have been shot a lot and still fight back and forth with the enemy can only happen to the protagonist of the movie.

As for dodging bullets, that's even more fantastical.

Of course, maybe some wizards will have their own resistance force field after receiving a period of training because of the magic of chaos, but the voodoo wizard in front of Clark obviously does not have this ability.

Although they also have the word "wizard" in their name, their spell casting methods and power systems have little to do with chaos magic.

So the voodoo wizard's chest unexpectedly broke a big hole in the flesh and blood, and his thin body was like a heavy hammer, and it flew out in an instant.

It's just that he was so badly injured that he could still speak.

"Bastard!"

Along with these words came the pitch-black grimace that emerged from his bone bead bracelet.

The ghostly face, which is almost identical to the Norwegian painter Edvard Munch's "The Scream", seems to be composed of countless insects as fine as dust.

They let out a silent howl and lunged at Clark and the others, starting with Neville, who was sword in hand.

The distance between the two sides was only a few steps, and they collided almost instantly.

However, the final result was a bit beyond the voodoo wizard's expectations.

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