Chapter 031 Dreaming

Yes, Wang Bo didn't care at all that he had been targeted by these Americans.

In his eyes, these Americans were already dead men with one foot through the gates of hell. If they insisted on seeking death, Wang Bo could oblige them.

Holding the Book of the Dead, Wang Bo was not afraid of a group of Americans.

Even if they had guns and cannons, so what? He could summon undead warriors at any moment and kill these Americans.

It was precisely because he was fully confident that Wang Bocai had nothing to fear.

O'Connor said, "As long as you know it in your heart. It's getting late, everyone should rest early. Don't forget, we still have to go in search of the treasure tomorrow."

Wang Bo nodded, said goodnight to the others, turned around, and went back into his tent.

But as Wang Bo turned around, he found Evelyn following him in.

"Is there something the matter, Your Highness?"

Evelyn said, "You said you didn't understand ancient Egyptian, but the ancient Egyptian you spoke was even more authentic than mine."

"So, it was for this that you broke into my room."

"Yes."

"The way you women focus on things is truly strange." Wang Bo shook his head and said.

Evelyn asked: “That's not strange at all. What I want to ask is, who are you really? Why did you deceive us into thinking you don't know ancient Egyptian? Is what you told us true or false? Does that vengeful spirit named Imhotep really exist? Am I truly the reincarnation of Seti I's daughter?”

Wang Bo heard this and immediately understood.

Probably because his summoning of the undead just now had triggered Evelyn's distrust.

So the other party began to doubt everything.

They doubted whether what they said was true or false, doubted whether they had some ulterior motive, doubted whether they were plotting something.

It was precisely because of suspicion that Evelyn felt a trace of unease in her heart.

So she couldn't help but come to ask herself, wanting a reasonable explanation from her.

But the problem was, he really didn't understand ancient Egyptian.

When he chanted the incantation just now, he used entirely Chinese, but to the ears of Evelyn and the others, Wang Bo was speaking ancient Egyptian.

This wasn't Wang Bo's fault; it was the fault of the language proficiency cheat.

Wang Bo didn't want to memorize it, but he had no choice.

Wang Bo rubbed his temples, feeling a headache coming on. "Evelyn, there are some things I can't explain to you very clearly, because some things are indeed beyond belief, and everyone has their own secrets. You have yours, and I have mine. Put yourself in my shoes—if I kept pestering you about your secrets, would you be happy?"

Evelyn: "...No."

Wang Bo nodded with relief; this woman was still quite reasonable. "Yes, I wouldn't either."

Evelyn asked, "Then tell me, does Imhotep really exist?"

"Yes."

"Did you come to Hamunaptra to prevent his resurrection?"

"This is the main reason, and another part of the reason is to find the treasure of Hamunaptra."

"Would you use the Book of the Dead to harm others?"

"No." Wang Bo shook his head. He wasn't some kind of villain.

Evelyn looked into Wang Bo's eyes, and Wang Bo did not choose to look away; instead, he met Evelyn's gaze seriously. Only then did Evelyn nod and say, "Alright, I believe you."

“Thank you.”

"Good night, Wang Bo. Have a good dream."

"May you also have good dreams."

Perhaps it was because Wang Bo slept with the Book of the Dead at night that Evelyn's blessing turned into a curse—he did indeed have a dream that night.

But it was not a good dream, much less a pleasant one; it was a downright nightmare.

In the dream, Wang Bo became a man named Jonathan — though this Jonathan was certainly not Evelyn's brother.

But rather a man named Jonathan Joestar.

His father was an English aristocrat, and a true gentleman at that.

Wang Bo's childhood was undoubtedly happy; although he had lost his mother, he had a father who was strict yet gentle.

However, this happy childhood lasted only until he was thirteen, because in that year, his father adopted a child named Dio Brando.

The one called Dio appeared gentle on the surface, but his heart was full of venom.

Wang Bo was framed by Dio, leading to his isolation from friends; his romance with the girl Erina was sabotaged by Dio, and his beloved dog Danny was brutally killed by Dio, leaving Wang Bo utterly alone.

But what was even more intolerable to Wang Bo was that Dio actually used a slow-acting poison to poison his own father.

Wang Bo found evidence and wanted to arrest Dio.

But Dio killed his own father and used a Stone Mask artifact to transform himself into a vampire.

Although Wang Bo fought desperately in the ensuing battle and managed to kill Dio, he also suffered very serious injuries as a result.

Just as Wang Bo thought everything was over, a man named Will A. Zeppeli came to his door.

He told Wang Bo a shocking piece of news.

Dio is still alive.

Ordinary people cannot kill vampires. To kill a vampire, one must use a special skill called Ripple Breathing.

So Wang Bo decided to take this man as his master and learn Ripple Breathing.

He could not allow Dio, who had killed his own father, to continue living in this world.

Fortunately, Wang Bo was very talented and mastered Ripple Breathing in a very short time. He then joined forces with his master, Will A. Zeppeli, and found Dio's lair... the town of Windknight's Lot.

After a fierce battle, Dio was defeated by Wang Bo's ripple, leaving only his head.

Wang Bo thought it was all over, so he left Windknight's Lot and married his girlfriend Erina.

Yet Wang Bo did not expect that this was not the end, but a beginning.

On February 7, 1889, Wang Bo was killed by Dio, who had followed him onto the honeymoon steamship; they sank together into the sea.

Then, Wang Bo woke up from the nightmare.

He raised his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still feeling a lingering fear. It was truly because that dream had been far too real.

It was just like that dream of being a superhero he once had.

In the dream, Wang Bo almost truly believed he was going to die.

But after waking up, he realized that it was, after all, a dream; he was Wang Bo, not Jonathan Joestar.

He had neither a father named George Joestar, nor an adopted brother named Dio Brando, nor a wife named Erina.

Of course, I also did not have a master named Will A. Xiepili.

Yet what surprised Wang Bo was that, although he had none of the above relatives or friends, he did possess something very important.

That was a special skill... Ripple Qigong!