Chapter 027: General Headquarters

Professor Dennis looked utterly disappointed after being rejected by Wang Bo.

But he did not urge the Americans to snatch the Book of the Dead from Wang Bo's hands; he was merely regretful, his gaze fixed intently on the book in Wang Bo's hands, as if gazing at a lover he had cherished for many years.

This look reminded Wang Bo of Evelyn's gaze at the Golden Book of the Sun; the two seemed almost identical.

Are all these people who love archaeology a bunch of perverts?

Wang Bo instinctively hid the Book of the Dead behind his back.

Professor Dennis couldn't help but shift his gaze to Wang Bo, a hint of resentment in his eyes.

"What happened?"

Just then, Evelyn heard a noise outside and came out of the tent holding the Golden Sun Scripture.

Professor Dennis's eyes went wide, and he said in disbelief, "The Golden Book of the Sun — you actually found the Golden Book of the Sun! My God."

Evelyn was startled by Professor Dennis's words. In a place like Hamunaptra, calling out to God—if you're looking for death, there are better ways to court it.

But she quickly found that there was no eerie wind blowing around, and couldn't help glancing at Wang Bo. She walked over and asked softly, "What exactly is going on? Why is there no reaction?"

Wang Bo shook his head and said, "I'm not entirely sure about the specifics, but I suspect the pharaohs wouldn't bother too much with someone who is about to die."

Evelyn: ...

Professor Dennis did not notice the conversation between the two. He stared obsessively at the Golden Book of the Sun, stepped forward, and said, "Madam, may I take the liberty of asking to see the Golden Book of the Sun in your hand?"

He repeatedly assured, 'I will only look at it here, never take it away.'

Evelyn instinctively hugged the Golden Sun Scripture tighter, but when she saw Professor Dennis's expression, she couldn't help asking, "Are you also very fond of ancient Egyptian culture?"

"Yes, I am utterly obsessed with it, especially the Book of the Sun. It was precisely after hearing the story of the Book of the Sun that I became fascinated with ancient Egyptian culture."

Professor Dennis's answer made Evelyn's heart bloom with joy, feeling that she had found a kindred spirit.

"That's right, it's the same for me. It was because of this that I became fascinated with ancient Egyptian culture, and precisely for this reason, I wanted to come to Hamunaptra to search for the Golden Book of the Sun."

"Then I should congratulate you, madam—you have succeeded." Professor Dennis said enviously.

Evelyn understood Professor Dennis's current mood. After hesitating for a moment, she extended an invitation to him: "If, I mean if, you don't mind, we could study the Golden Sun Scripture together."

Professor Dennis was stunned by the invitation, and after coming to his senses, he nodded repeatedly.

"Thank you, generous lady, thank you."

"You're welcome," Evelyn said, and the two found a place to sit down, exchanging words as they began to study the story of the Golden Book of the Sun.

The few Americans saw the Golden Book of the Sun in Evelyn's hands, and their eyes went wide.

The bespectacled American took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them back on. 'If my eyes aren't playing tricks on me, that Sun Golden Sutra the woman is holding must be made of gold.'

"Yes, of course it's made of gold."

"O'Connell, it seems you really have found something very valuable."

“A book made of gold is truly enviable.”

The few Americans looked as if they had eaten a whole pile of lemons, their tone unbearably sour.

They had been busy all day, and all their gains combined were not worth as much as that book made of gold.

O'Connell said, "No need to envy. I believe you will have the same income tomorrow."

"Yes, we will," the American said with a confident expression. "I believe that tomorrow we will surely find the Pharaoh's treasure."

After all, in terms of sheer numbers, they far outnumbered O'Connell's group.

Clearing the passage today consumed too much time; tomorrow will be their home ground.

“How about we have a competition, O'Connor, to see who finds more treasure tomorrow.”

"There's no need to compare that," O'Connor said, knowing full well that the other side had too many people; if they really found the treasure, the other side's gains would surpass those of his own group.

Just then, Wang Bo walked over. "Before you go treasure hunting tomorrow, I want to remind you of something."

The Americans laughed disdainfully, and one of them said dismissively, "What do you want to say, Oriental?"

These arrogant bastards look down on Easterners in their bones.

Wang Bo was not angry either, because in the plot, none of these guys had a good ending; they were basically people with one foot already in the ghost gate.

A bunch of dying ghosts, not worth Wang Bo's anger.

He said, "If you see something like a handle on the walls of the ancient tomb tomorrow, do not touch it. Remember, that is the main mechanism of Hamunaptra."

"Once someone presses that thing down, the entire Hamunaptra will collapse and sink into the yellow sand. When that happens, you, me, no one can escape—we will all die!"

The few Americans were startled, their faces turning pale.

O'Connell was also startled and said, "You'd better listen to him. He knows Hamunaptra better than all of you. Tell everyone about this. If someone triggers the mechanism, none of us will be able to escape."

The Americans looked at each other and nodded in unison.

"All right, I'll tell everyone. None of us want to become a lost soul in Hamunaptra before we even find the treasure."

Wang Bo nodded and turned to leave. He said he was kindly reminding these Americans because he was afraid some idiot might trigger a mechanism and bury everyone in the sand.

With his current strength, he could not yet fly and would have no way to escape from the yellow sand.

Wang Bo couldn't remember which idiot in the plot triggered the main mechanism, but without a doubt, Hamunaptra eventually sank into the sand, and no one except the protagonist's group escaped.

It was not until eight years later that someone excavated Hamunaptra from its heart.

But Wang Bo was well aware that movies are movies, and reality is reality.

If someone really triggered the mechanism, even Evelyn and the others might not be able to escape from the yellow sand.

Of course, Wang Bo was very confident about whether he could run out of Hamunaptra.

After all, he was very fast.

But just in case, if the exit were blocked, Wang Bo might not be able to escape either, so he now has to warn these Americans.

It was not only to rescue them, but also to rescue oneself.

Fortunately, the Americans were not stupid. After returning, they quickly told everyone about this matter—after all, no one was willing to risk their own lives.

Everyone is here to make money, not to be a sacrificial lamb.