Chapter 021 In Hand

God!

Hearing such astonishing news, Jonathan couldn't help murmuring and crossing himself.

But the next second, a terrible chill wind blew from all directions, chilling them to the bone, making the torches in their hands flicker and nearly go out.

Everyone felt a creeping dread from that chill wind, their skin crawling with goosebumps.

Wang Bo couldn't help glaring at Jonathan and scolded, "Don't make such gestures here, Jonathan. If you want to die, don't forget where we are."

Jonathan was taken aback, not understanding.

Evelyn realized what was happening and said to her brother, "This is Hamunaptra, the burial ground of the Pharaohs. And the relationship between the Pharaohs and God is not friendly."

Wang Bo sneered, "Not just unfriendly—they're completely irreconcilable."

Wang Bo had already explained earlier how the Ten Plagues of Egypt came about.

Wasn't it because the Pharaoh refused to heed Moses and Aaron's repeated requests to let the Israelites leave Egypt, so God sent the Ten Plagues to punish Egypt?

And that led to the Exodus and the parting of the Red Sea.

Thus, the gods of Egypt were not on friendly terms with God, and the Pharaohs especially detested Him.

That was why Jonathan's action had caused such a disturbance.

That chill wind was no ordinary wind—it was likely the wrath of the Pharaohs.

Fortunately, the Pharaohs were long dead, their souls having gone to the underworld, so even in their anger, they could not interfere with the mortal world.

Of course, that was just Wang Bo's personal guess. Perhaps that chill wind wasn't the Pharaohs' anger at all, but something else—like a curse or sorcery.

And in Wang Bo's view, that guess was more plausible.

O'Connell and the others didn't want to discuss God here, so they quickly changed the subject. "By the way, does that person you mentioned who lived for thousands of years really exist?"

"Of course," Wang Bo said. "Her name is Zi Yuan, a sorceress who has lived for over two thousand years. But she survived not by her own power, but by the Spring of Immortality!"

O'Connell and Evelyn exchanged glances. Jonathan was about to exclaim, but remembering something, quickly covered his mouth.

Lara couldn't help widening her eyes and asked, "There's a Spring of Immortality in this world?"

Wang Bo said meaningfully, "This world is more complicated than you imagine!"

The world of The Mummy was by no means a simple one.

Myths and legends were not just myths and legends.

"Alright, everyone," Wang Bo clapped his hands and said, "We'll talk about other things once we're out. For now, let's focus on this box."

"Wait, there seems to be more writing on the box," the sharp-eyed Evelyn noticed.

She bent down, blew the dust off the box, and read the ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs word by word: "Once this box is opened, the vengeful spirit sealed by the sacred law will break the curse and return to the mortal world. He will kill all who opened the box, take their organs and blood, and through this method be reborn, transforming from a cursed spirit into a demon that plagues the world."

After reading this passage, Evelyn felt a chill run down her spine, a creeping dread rising from the depths of her heart to her head.

Even the others who heard it found the words too terrifying and chilling.

Everyone felt deeply uneasy.

Jonathan's face twitched a few times, and he said, "This must be fake, right?"

How could there be such a terrifying person in the world?

Wang Bo said, "It's real, but don't worry too much. For this vengeful spirit to break the curse and return to the world is no easy task."

For Imhotep to be resurrected, simply opening this box wasn't enough.

Someone had to hold the Book of the Dead and recite the resurrection spell. Only then could Imhotep break the curse and return to the mortal world.

If no one recited the spell, Imhotep could not be resurrected.

Evelyn didn't quite believe the words on the box, but still asked, "Do you know this vengeful spirit?"

"Not personally, but I know who he is." As Wang Bo spoke, he opened the box. A burst of white dust shot out, but it was harmless.

Perhaps thousands of years ago, that white dust had been deadly—maybe poison or something else.

But after millennia, the dust had long lost its potency.

Wang Bo opened his mouth and blew out a stream of cold air, dispersing the swirling dust to one side.

Superman had an ability called super-breath, which could freeze opponents, freeze oceans, create hurricanes, change the weather, and even extinguish stars.

As a Superman who had only been born for a few months, Wang Bo couldn't freeze enemies, but his lung capacity was already superhuman, and blowing out a stream of cold air was well within his ability.

Wang Bo cleared away the white dust completely, took out the object inside the box, and unwrapped the cloth covering it, revealing its true form.

A black book made of metal.

Seeing the book, Evelyn couldn't help exclaiming, "It's that—it's actually the Book of the Dead!"

"I told you, what was buried beneath Anubis was the Book of the Dead."

Wang Bo held the Book of the Dead in his hands, a gleeful smile spreading across his face. As long as this book was in his possession, no one could resurrect Imhotep.

"May I take a look?" Evelyn asked. Her goal was the Book of Amun-Ra, but seeing the Book of the Dead was also one of her dreams.

Now that she saw the Book of the Dead truly existed, her thirst for knowledge instantly ignited.

Wang Bo kept the Book of the Dead in his hands and did not hand it to Evelyn. Instead, he said, "Let's talk about that once we're out. For now, let's go find the Book of Amun-Ra."

Evelyn quickly came to her senses. "Right, yes, let's find the Book of Amun-Ra first. But if the Book of the Dead was under Anubis's feet, where is the Book of Amun-Ra?"

She preferred the Book of Amun-Ra over the Book of the Dead.

"Inside the statue of the sun god."

Having seen the story, Wang Bo naturally knew where the Book of Amun-Ra was.

So the group set off again to find the statue of the sun god.

But before leaving, Jonathan noticed several jars still inside the box and couldn't help asking, "Aren't we taking these?"

These were three-thousand-year-old jars—antiques by modern standards.

Wang Bo said calmly, "These jars contain the organs of a certain vengeful spirit. If you like, you can take them."

Hearing that, everyone lost interest immediately.