Chapter 023: The Great Sinner

Evelyn was clearly a qualified scholar; as she flipped through the Solar Golden Sutra, she quickly became engrossed, even forgetting her original purpose.

Wang Bo had to clap his hands. "Hey, snap out of it, Evelyn, snap out of it."

"What?" Evelyn looked up at Wang Bo, suddenly realizing, "Right, the spell. We need to test the spell, don't we?"

She said apologetically, "I'm sorry, this book is just too fascinating for me."

Wang Bo said, "It's all right, but can we start now?"

"Begin, of course, let me find it." Evelyn lowered her head and flipped through the Golden Sun Scripture. "Found it, this spell is very simple."

O'Connell asked, "What spell?"

"It's a spell that can make the desert bloom." Evelyn said, holding the Book of the Sun. "When I finish reciting the incantation, a flower will bloom in the desert."

Jonathan couldn't help but say, "Flowers blooming in the desert, are you sure? Is that reliable?"

Evelyn snapped, “Shut up, Jonathan. That’s what the book says.”

"Alright, go ahead." Jonathan was not at all angry at being scolded by his own sister; instead, he shrank his neck.

Evelyn looked at the Golden Sun Sutra and began to chant the incantation in ancient Egyptian.

"Spirit of the desert, provider of seeds and life, I command you, bloom."

To be honest, Wang Bo did not understand ancient Egyptian, but he clearly understood Evelyn's ancient Egyptian, just as he understood O'Connell's English.

It seemed that there was a mysterious power that allowed him to understand any language in the world.

Evelyn, while chanting the incantation, stared fixedly at the sand on the ground.

Everyone followed her gaze and looked at the ground as well.

One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed, and nothing happened.

"I knew magic was never reliable." Evelyn was quite disappointed.

Wang Bo said, "No, you gave up too early."

"What?"

"Look." Wang Bo pointed at the ground. The sand on the ground trembled slightly, and a tender sprout broke through the sand, emerging from the earth. Within just a few seconds, it grew and blossomed into a vibrant flower with several colors.

"Su... succeeded, it actually succeeded."

Evelyn hadn't expected that she could actually cast a spell, that magic truly existed.

It is not an unfounded claim.

So that would mean that the Ziyuan who had lived for thousands of years and the Fountain of Youth that Wang Bo spoke of really do exist.

"Incredible, absolutely incredible!"

Jonathan stared at the flowers sprouting from the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief and fervor.

"This is truly incredible."

"In a sense, it is indeed incredible." O'Connor felt that his worldview had been radically altered at this moment.

The world in his eyes became mysterious, but he soon thought of something very terrible: "If magic exists, then curses must be real too."

Except for Wang Bo, everyone's face turned grim.

Panicked and timid Jonathan was at a loss, "It's over, it's over, we've been cursed, we're all doomed."

He had not forgotten the words written on that box.

Whoever opens the box shall meet with mortal calamity.

Wang Bo rolled his eyes and said, "I'm the one who opened the box, why are you scared?"

Jonathan was taken aback, only then realizing that, oh, the one who opened the box was not himself but Wang Bo. He couldn't help but say happily, "So that means I won't die."

O'Connor reminded, "Don't forget that vengeful spirit."

Jonathan's smile instantly froze on his face.

Wang Bo patted the Book of the Dead in his hand and said, "Don't worry, as long as the incantation isn't recited, that vengeful spirit won't be resurrected."

O'Connell asked curiously, "You said you know that vengeful spirit, you know him. Who exactly is he?"

You wouldn't know them even if I told you.

"Maybe I do know him." Evelyn's thirst for knowledge erupted, and she desperately wanted to know who Wang Bo was talking about.

Wang Bo shook his head and said, "No, you don't know him either."

"How do you know I don't know if you don't tell me? Maybe I've heard of this person."

Wang Bo said, "His name is Imhotep. He was once the high priest of Seti I, the keeper of the dead."

Evelyn thought carefully for a long time, then shook her head. "Well, I admit, I have never heard of this person, and I certainly didn't know that Seti I once had a high priest."

"But I am curious — the high priest held a very exalted position in ancient Egypt. If this Imhotep really was the high priest of Seti I, there should be records of him in history."

"But in fact, I have never heard of this person, never."

“I have studied ancient Egyptian history extensively, but I have never seen any record of Imhotep in any book. Does this person you speak of really exist?”

On this point, Wang Bo could answer with certainty, "Of course."

“Then why have I never seen any record of this person?”

“Because all records concerning this person have been erased.”

“Why?”

"Because he committed a great sin, an unforgivable great sin!"

"What crime?" Evelyn asked, blinking.

"He had an affair with Seti I's favorite concubine, and after being discovered by Seti I, he conspired with the concubine to kill Seti I."

Evelyn couldn't help but widen her eyes, an expression of disbelief on her face. A pharaoh, exalted above all, had actually been killed by his own favored concubine and high priest?

Evelyn wanted to retort, but soon thought of something.

That is, history does not record how Seti I died. Although many people speculate that Seti I must have died a natural death, this is nothing more than speculation.

There is no evidence whatsoever that Seti I died a natural death, nor is there any evidence to suggest that he was assassinated.

But along the way, Evelyn discovered that Wang Bo knew Hamunaptra too well, so although she found it hard to believe, she thought what Wang Bo said was very likely.

Only a great crime like killing the pharaoh could erase all traces of a high-ranking high priest.

Otherwise, in history, there would be no way to skip over this person.

O'Connell said, "This Imhotep you speak of is the vengeful spirit recorded on the box, and he will resurrect and kill us all."

"To be precise, he will only resurrect if the incantation is recited. As long as the incantation is not recited, he cannot resurrect." Wang Bo patted the Book of the Dead in his hand and emphasized once again.

O'Connell suddenly realized, "So you want the Book of the Dead, that is, to prevent his resurrection."