Wu Jie is a pretty good listener, and although he has long known about O'Connor's past, he still chooses to listen to the story quietly.

"O'Connor, since we dare to go to the Tower of Hamna, we can't be unprepared. So you can put away your gear, that thing isn't much use for the thing that's being suppressed under the Hamna Tower. After listening to O'Connor's story, Wu Jie said to him: "I know that you prepared weapons to deal with those men in black, but I want to say two things, first, you are going to rob tombs, and Hamna Tower is a holy place that their clan has guarded for thousands of years, so you were completely occupied by others. ”

"Yes, sir."

"Secondly, they are guarding not because of the treasure, but because of a mummy that has been sealed for a thousand years."

O'Connor's expression was a little strange, he was not a staunch atheist, although he did not have a mainstream religion, but he still adhered to the attitude of not wanting money anyway, and believing a little more.

For what Wu Jie said, O'Connor still believed it.

"It was Immorton, the High Priest who was tortured by worms a thousand years ago, and it was the most terrible and vicious punishment, and the power of the torture would have been an incomparably painful death, and of course, he would have gained incomparably greater power, enough to destroy all of Egypt. It can bring at least ten plagues to Cairo. Think about it carefully, when you were besieged, did you notice the collapse of the quicksand? That was a precursor to Immorton's recovery. ”

O'Connor had to believe it, because he didn't remember the situation too clearly because of his panic, but now that Wu Jie is a little bit, he feels more and more that what Wu Jie said is correct.

As for why Wu Jie knew this, O'Connor ignored the question, and in his opinion, it was not an exaggeration for this group of mysterious Orientals to know anything.

"Damn." O'Connor scolded: "Then why do they still want to torture that Immorton, can't they just kill him?" ”

"Because what he committed was the crime of killing the king, the crime of killing the king is a serious crime in any feudal society, and it is absolutely impossible to let him die easily, the insect devouring is the same as Ling Chi, the purpose is to torture, to scare away those who have bad intentions?"

O'Connor shuddered, he couldn't imagine what a vicious punishment it was.

"Don't be afraid, O'Connor." Wu Jie reminded 'kindly': "You are now my subordinate, even if you make a mistake, I will shoot you with one shot at most, and I will never use this kind of torture on you." Because it's really troublesome. ”

"Sir, sir, O'Connor is absolutely obedient to your orders." O'Connor looked at the knife in Wu Jie's hand that he didn't know when, and remembered his communication with the Oriental named Chu Xuan that night, and O'Connor completely dispelled any caution at this moment.

"Although Imorton's body is dead, his soul is imprisoned, and he has been in pain for thousands of years. This pain has brought him terrifying mana, but as long as we don't release it, it won't become a climate. The Pharaoh of the time arranged for a special guard to prevent the resurrection of Immortun. ”

O'Connor let out a long sigh of relief.

"So our purpose this time is to release Immorton."

O'Connor was angry.

Inside the carriage, Jonathan sipped cold Coke, a rarity in Egypt, let alone chilled.

Coca-Cola, which was born in 1886, was not as popular around the world as it was in later generations, and Jonathan, who was British but grew up in Egypt, was a little curious about this drink that tasted a little strange for the first time, but the more he drank, the more addictive he became, and pulled Zheng Zha to talk about his Coke plan again.

Zhang Jie: I'm a potted pothos, I'm a potted pothos, I'm a potted pothos

Evelyn, on the other hand, quickly blended into Zhan Lan and the others, and soon chatted with Zhan Lan about everything she knew about Hamnata.

"I've been fascinated by Egypt since I was a child, and it's because of those two books, the legendary Golden Sutra of the Sun, also known as the True Book of the Resurrection, which contains all the secret spells of ancient Egypt, and the Black Sutra of Death, which is also known as the Bible of the Dead."

After chatting with Zhan Lan and Zhu Wen about herself, Evelyn couldn't help but ask, "You, I mean Wu Jie, does he really have magic?" I'm sorry, I know it's rude, but I really saw him work that magical power, that ability to restore bookshelves in an instant, and this one that's as magical as the magic carpet."

"He's not using magic, Miss Evelyn." Zhan Lan showed a sweet smile and said to her Evelyn, "That's a superpower, and this car, this is the power of technology." ”

In the era before Superman was born, people didn't know much about superpowers.

Looking at Evelyn's puzzled expression, Zhu Wen took out the Yin Soldier Order, and the gray light flashed, and a Yin Soldier with its own air conditioner appeared in the car.

"This is magic."

Just as Evelyn screamed because of the sudden Yin soldier, six silver rays of light pierced the sky and landed in front of the central tent in the garrison of the Gravekeepers of Medigar on the other side.

And here, the elders of Adès and the Tomb Keeper clan had been waiting for a long time.

Seeing Chu Xuan and Zhang Heng descending from the sky, a trace of shock flashed in the eyes of several elders.

They had never seen anything like this magical creation, and it could fly faster than something called an airplane.

And around, some people of the Madiga clan who had a little insight also whispered to the people on the side: "Look, that's foreign technology, technology is good, even six silver bars can fly......"

Ades came up, followed by two men dressed in black, the two men were holding two one-ounce plates in their hands, Ades used his index finger and middle finger to gently wipe the black fuel in the two plates, and then came to Chu Xuan to outline the pattern on Chu Xuan's face.

Chu Xuan had already learned from the old curator that this was a tradition of the Mediga clan, and it was only for the most respectful guests.

But looking at the battles around him, Chu Xuan knew that if he wanted the Madiga clan to support his actions, then he needed a little bit. Physical negotiations.

"Zhang Heng."

"Huh?"

"See those strong men?"

"See, what's wrong?"

"Knock them down and don't hurt anyone."

"The surname is Chu! I knew it wouldn't be good to come with you! ”

(End of chapter)