Chapter 035: Departure

As it turned out, Evelyn's assumption was not wrong.

O'Connell and Jonathan indeed encountered no danger; the two quickly returned from the tomb to the surface, each carrying an extra bag of gold, still one bag per person.

Jonathan placed the gold on the camel again, intending to go to the next tomb.

But O'Connell was not joining this time; he felt that two bags of gold were enough.

"Go yourself, Jonathan."

Evelyn looked up at him and said, "Jonathan, you should learn to know when enough is enough. Can't two bags of gold satisfy your appetite?"

Jonathan said, "These are just a drop in the bucket of the treasure, as you know."

"So what?" Evelyn said. "Can you empty the pharaoh's treasure all by yourself?"

This, of course, was impossible.

Jonathan said reluctantly, "One bag, just one bag, I'll take just one last bag."

Evelyn sighed. "Then be careful."

Jonathan nodded and said, "Wait for me to return."

With that, he took the bag and returned to the ancient tomb once more.

However, before long, Jonathan came back, his face covered in dust, cursing as he walked: "Damn Americans, I curse you, you greedy jackals, you shameless villains."

Wang Bo, seeing his disheveled appearance, couldn't help but laugh. "It looks like you've run into the Americans."

Jonathan nodded and said helplessly, "Those shameless bastards also found the treasure. They wanted to keep it all for themselves and kicked me out. I've never seen such greedy scoundrels."

O'Connell patted him sympathetically on the shoulder and said, 'At least you still have two bags of gold, don't you?'

Evelyn felt no sympathy for her brother; he was a classic case of insatiable greed. "Alright, since you can't get the treasure, let's leave. I don't want to stay in this godforsaken place for another day."

The purpose of this trip to Hamunaptra had been accomplished.

Whether it was the Golden Book of the Sun or the treasure, she had already obtained them, so naturally she didn't want to stay in this godforsaken place any longer.

In any case, this is the desert.

Wang Bo had no objection either, and after some discussion, everyone unanimously decided to leave.

So they began to pack their luggage, bringing along the necessary water and food, and leaving everything else behind except for the gold. Since everyone had already decided to go back anyway, these things were of no use.

……

Wang Bo and his group left Hamunaptra and had been walking for about three hours when a group of men in black, riding large horses, charged down from a sand dune and surrounded them.

O'Connell quickly drew his pistol, but he did not fire recklessly.

Because there were dozens of these black-clad men, each holding a firearm. Once a conflict broke out, O'Connell felt that the likelihood of their group being shot full of holes was over ninety percent.

The black-clad men had tattoos on their hands and faces, their gazes slowly sweeping over Wang Bo's group. "Outsiders, you have taken something you should not have."

Wang Bo raised the Book of the Dead in his hand and said, "You mean, this?"

The man nodded. "That's right, hand over the Book of the Dead."

Wang Bo said, "Giving it to you is no problem, as long as you can guarantee that Imhotep will not be resurrected."

The man's face changed. "You actually know the name of that sinner. Who are you?"

Imhotep is a sinner whose very sacred laws have been erased.

Apart from these descendants, no one should know the name Imhotep; even among the descendants themselves, few know it.

They only knew that for generations they had guarded a monster, keeping it hidden from others.

Only a few people know the name Imhotep.

“Who I am is not important. What matters is that as long as you can ensure Imhotep does not resurrect, I can give you the Book of the Dead.”

"Of course we can guarantee it, because we have guarded this monster for thousands of years, generation after generation," said the man with the tattoo on his face.

“I don't believe a word you say.”

In fact, Wang Bo had no particular interest in the Book of the Dead; even handing it over to these people would be fine.

However, Wang Bo did not forget that although he had no need for the Book of the Dead, Lara needed it to resurrect her fallen companions.

Although it was unclear whether the Book of the Dead could be used in other worlds, it was at least a way.

So Wang Bo could not easily hand over the Book of the Dead to these descendants of the guard squad.

The tattooed man said, "If you don't hand over the Book of the Dead, it will be very difficult for you to leave here."

He waved his hand, and his subordinates behind him raised their weapons, aiming at Wang Bo and his group.

Wang Bo said with a half-smile, "Have you forgotten already? I can use the Book of the Dead to summon the dead to fight. Perhaps your few men here are nothing in the face of an army of the dead?"

The tattooed man said, "This place is far from Hamunaptra, you have no way to summon the dead spirits."

"Are you sure?" Wang Bo asked.

The tattooed man was about to speak when a hand suddenly emerged from the sand on the ground, drawing everyone's attention. Amid the horrified gazes of the crowd, a monster with a dog's head and a human body crawled out from the earth.

This was not the end.

The next second, one hand after another emerged from the sand.

One after another, dog-headed humanoid monsters crawled out of the sand, surrounding the descendants of the guard.

The tattooed man gasped, "You can actually summon Anubis's warriors."

This dog-headed, human-bodied creature was a warrior under the command of Anubis, the Egyptian god of death.

In The Mummy 2, the Scorpion King sold his soul and made a deal with Anubis, gaining the ability to summon Anubis's warriors, thereby dominating all of ancient Egypt.

These soldiers would never die unless their heads were cut off.

And the Book of the Dead recorded this spell.

However, unlike the Scorpion King, who could summon tens of thousands of soldiers after selling his soul to Anubis, Wang Bo could only summon hundreds of soldiers by relying on the Book of the Dead.

The gap between the two sides was roughly tens of times to a hundredfold.

But even so, this group of Anubis's warriors could still easily defeat the descendants of the guard.

"Now, the tide of battle has turned."

Wang Bo said with a smile, "Do you have anything else to say?"

The tattooed man said helplessly, "If you know the name Imhotep, you should know his terror. Once he resurrects..."

"As long as the Book of the Dead is in my hands, he can never be resurrected," Wang Bo said decisively.

The tattooed man fell silent.