Chapter 026: Supporting Role

The Book of the Dead is a text that can turn death into life. According to records, it is an ancient and grand collection of poems, comprising twenty-seven chapters that include spells, hymns, lengthy absolutions, various ritual incantations, and names of gods. These were generally engraved or written on the walls of pyramids or tombs, and some were printed on coffins or carved onto exquisite stone sarcophagi.

Meanwhile, the Book of the Dead also records many dark-oriented spells.

These spells can bring the dead back to life, and also control the undead; virtually any spell related to death and darkness can be found here.

It was precisely for this reason that Wang Bocai was unwilling to let this book fall into the hands of those with ulterior motives.

He did not care about the power and mystery of this book, but he did not want others to get their hands on it and stir up trouble.

To put it bluntly, he just wanted to squat in the latrine without shitting, cutting off everyone else's path.

Of course, if Evelyn wanted to read it, Wang Bo would not stop her, as long as she did not recite the incantation that summons the dead back to life.

Faced with Wang Bo's temptation, Evelyn thought for a long time but still shook her head. "Forget it, I'm not very interested in past lives. I think the present is fine. Even if I don't recover the memories of my past life, I am still me. If I do recover those memories, I might not be me anymore."

"Whatever makes you happy." Since Evelyn was unwilling, Wang Bo did not force the issue.

After all, recovering the memories of a past life is not necessarily a good thing.

It's better to be a bit more pure as a person.

But just then, Jonathan suddenly shouted, "I understand!"

Evelyn was startled. She turned her head to look at her brother and said discontentedly, "What, what do you understand? What nonsense are you spouting now?"

Jonathan was not convinced; instead, with an excited expression, he said, 'I know who I am now.'

"Who are you?" O'Connell asked.

Jonathan said, “Evelyn’s past life was as a princess, the daughter of Seti I, and she had a brother who was Ramesses II. As for me, I am Evelyn’s brother in this life. If I’m not mistaken, I, Jonathan, am the reincarnation of Egypt’s greatest pharaoh, Ramesses II.”

"No, you are not!" Wang Bo said decisively.

"How is that possible." Jonathan didn't believe it. "Ramesses II was Evelyn's brother in her past life, and I am Evelyn's brother now. By all logic, I should be Ramesses II!"

"So I've been telling you, no, you're not." Wang Bo sighed and said, "Listen to what people say, Jonathan."

"Then who do you say I am?" Jonathan retorted. "If I am not Ramesses II, then why am I also not cursed?"

Wang Bo said, "I think the reason you weren't cursed is because you are Evelyn's brother. Since the two of you are blood-related, the curse spared you."

"What?"

"In plain terms, you're just taking advantage of your own sister," Oukangna concluded.

Meanwhile, he was thoroughly impressed by Jonathan's wild imagination.

"I'm really not Ramesses II?" Jonathan's eyes widened. He had already boasted about it; denying his identity now would be such a loss of face.

So he blinked hard at Wang Bo, saying, little bro, whether I am or not, just say yes.

Consider it as your big brother begging you.

Wang Bo saw the look in his eyes and knew what he was up to—he wanted Wang Bo to tell a lie.

"Obviously, you are not."

Unfortunately, Wang Bo hated lying. Unless necessary, he would never tell a lie. He would rather conceal than lie. This was one of Wang Bo's principles.

This is also why, as soon as he sees Laura, he tells her that she is the heroine of a game.

Thus, Jonathan, feeling that he had lost face, immediately became withdrawn.

After Jonathan's outburst, everyone's mood relaxed considerably.

By now the sky had completely darkened, and O'Connell began to prepare dinner.

On the other hand, the Americans who had been exploring inside the tomb also withdrew from it. They had entered too late and did not find anything valuable in the tomb.

However, they were very interested in O'Conner's group, who had entered the tomb first, and were eager to know what good things that group had found inside.

After discussing it among themselves, the group of Americans walked over and shouted from a distance, "Hey, O'Connell, let us see what good stuff you found in the tomb."

O'Connor roared back, unwilling to show weakness: "No matter what good stuff we found, it's none of your business."

"Don't say that, O'Connell. After all, we're adventure partners. Why don't you share with us, and I'll let you see what we've found?"

After this group of Americans came over, each of them was holding an ancient Egyptian bottle in their hands.

Wang Bo glanced over; these were precisely the bottles he had discarded, the ones containing Imhotep's internal organs.

It seemed that this group had found the box containing the Book of the Dead.

At this moment, the scholar from the daytime approached, and when he saw the Book of the Dead in Wang Bo's hand, his eyes lit up. "My God, you actually found it."

Wang Bo looked around and found that no eerie wind had appeared.

It seemed that the scholar's words had not aroused the wrath of the pharaohs, or perhaps, in the eyes of the pharaohs, he was already a dead man, so there was no need for anger?

"Professor Dennis, what is this thing?" asked an American wearing glasses.

"The Book of the Dead, a book that exists only in legend, a book made of obsidian that can bring the dead back to life." Dennis gazed with fascination at the Book of the Dead in Wang Bo's hands.

I always thought this was just a legend, but I never expected that he actually exists.

The bespectacled American immediately lost interest in the book; it was merely a legendary book of magic, and he didn't believe in such things—it was not even as valuable as a piece of gold.

Dennis walked over and pleaded, "Can I take a look at it, just one glance? I swear to God, I will never snatch it away; I am merely interested in it."

"I'm sorry, Professor Dennis, right? This book is very important to me, and I don't want anyone to see it." Wang Bo refused without hesitation.

God knows whether this fellow has also dabbled in ancient Egyptian and might recite the resurrection spell.

To be honest, Wang Bo seemed to have a vague impression of this Professor Dennis.

He remembered that there was indeed such a supporting character in the plot, but as for how this character died, Wang Bo had already forgotten.

After all, Wang Bo had seen the movie The Mummy a long time ago.

Wang Bo still remembered the general outline of the plot very clearly.

For example, the identities of the male and female protagonists, the locations of the Book of the Dead and the Book of the Sun, the main antagonist Imhotep, and his beloved Anck-su-namun—the concubine of Pharaoh Seti I—and so on.

But Wang Bo couldn't remember the supporting characters in the plot very clearly—for instance, what these Americans were called and how they all died; he had forgotten.

After all, when he watched the movie, he was focused on the main plot and the leading characters, paying no attention to the supporting roles at all.

Therefore, when this person asked Wang Bo to borrow the Book of the Dead, Wang Bo refused without hesitation.

He was unwilling to hand over the Book of the Dead to a stranger.