Chapter 017: A Net to Catch Them All

Wang Bo looked at the prostrate descendants of the priests and asked, "Has Imhotep been resurrected?"

The controlled leader was unwilling to answer, but the demon behind him exerted a little force, and the man could no longer bear it.

"The great Lord Imhotep has been fully resurrected."

"How was he resurrected?" Wang Bo was curious.

Though he said this, Wang Bo already had a guess in his heart, after all, this world was very complex.

Egypt had gods, and the East had sorcerers.

For instance, the Dragon Emperor had once sought the secret of immortality—the Spring of Eternal Life—and the Spring of Eternal Life truly existed, and in the future, someone would use it to resurrect the Dragon Emperor from his mummified state.

That is to say, besides the Book of the Dead, the Spring of Eternal Life could also resurrect people.

And apart from the Spring of Eternal Life, there might be other ways of resurrection in this world, and Anck-Su-Namun was fortunate enough to have encountered one of them, allowing her to bypass the Book of the Dead and resurrect Imhotep.

The leader struggled a few times and said with difficulty, "Lord Imhotep was resurrected by the Book of the Dead."

Wang Bo raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"I saw it with my own eyes."

Oh ho, this was very interesting.

Why had Wang Bo almost forgotten about Imhotep? Wasn't it because the Book of the Dead was in Evelyn's hands, and Evelyn was a Guardian of the Dead?

Apart from Wang Bo and his group, few could take the Book of the Dead from Evelyn.

Let alone Anck-Su-Namun.

Before her reincarnation, she was merely a woman with martial prowess, no match for Evelyn, let alone after reincarnation, with incomplete memories and less than half her full strength.

How could she defeat Evelyn and steal the Book of the Dead?

So Wang Bo had almost forgotten about Imhotep, thinking he wouldn't be resurrected, but unexpectedly, he had popped up again.

And he had been resurrected using the Book of the Dead—something must have happened.

Wang Bo asked, "How did you get the Book of the Dead?"

"It was Lady Anck-Su-Namun." Under the demon's control, the leader answered every question, even if his subconscious was unwilling, he could not defy the demon.

This was a demon, not some random cat or dog. Even a low-ranking demon was still a demon; if it couldn't control a human, its prestige would be too low.

"Not long ago, Lady Anck-Su-Namun brought the Book of the Dead to us, and we went to Hamunaptra to resurrect Lord Imhotep."

"Then why did you come to me? For the Scorpion King's spirit?"

"Yes."

"So Imhotep also wants to defeat the Scorpion King and command Anubis's army."

"Yes."

"Interesting." Wang Bo couldn't help but smile. He snapped his fingers, signaling the demon to release the leader. The demon nodded and stepped out from the leader's shadow.

The leader's body trembled slightly. When the demon left his shadow, his dazed eyes immediately regained clarity, and his gaze at Wang Bo was filled with despair.

The scene of being controlled flashed through his mind. The leader's heart was full of regret; he had betrayed Lord Imhotep's trust and revealed secrets to this mysterious enemy.

He suddenly bent down, picked up the curved blade that had fallen to the ground, and slashed at his own neck. Now only death could atone for his guilt.

Wang Bo flicked his finger, and a scorching sword qi pierced the void, striking the curved blade. The blade instantly vaporized and disappeared without a trace.

The leader slashed at nothing, nearly wrenching his arm off.

Then Wang Bo slapped out, and a flaming palm appeared out of thin air, striking the leader's chest, sending him flying. He crashed against the wall with a dull thud.

Dust from the wall fell in a shower.

If Wang Bo hadn't set up a barrier beforehand, the entire estate would have been in an uproar.

After the leader fell to the ground, his chest was scorched, emitting a foul smell. His face contorted in pain, covered in sweat, pale as paper.

But he was not afraid; instead, he was ready to die.

Because he knew well that death was not the end, but rather just a beginning.

As long as his soul remained, Lord Imhotep could resurrect him. Of course, whether he had the face to be resurrected was another matter.

Wang Bo said calmly, "I've already given you the map to Ahm Shere. Now get lost."

The leader was stunned, as if he understood something. He looked down at his chest; his clothes there had been burned to ashes, and his skin was scorched, but the burned area revealed a vivid map.

The focal point of this map was Ahm Shere.

Which was their destination.

Shocked, the leader looked at Wang Bo in confusion, not understanding why he would give him the map to Ahm Shere.

Wang Bo sneered at him and said slowly, "When you go back, tell Imhotep that I've given the map. If he has the guts, let him come to Ahm Shere on the day the Scorpion King awakens. I'll be waiting for him there."

Hearing this, the leader finally understood: this arrogant man wanted to wait at ease and catch both the Scorpion King and Lord Imhotep in one net at Ahm Shere.

He sneered a few times and said, "I will deliver your message. When the time comes, Lord Imhotep will grant you eternal death."

"Show him out!"

Wang Bo couldn't be bothered to argue with this arrogant fool.

The demon beside him spread its wings and soared into the sky. As it passed the leader, it grabbed his head and flew out the window.

The demon flew swiftly, cutting through the night sky. Upon entering London's city center, it casually threw the leader out.

The leader flailed as he fell from a great height, landing on a rooftop, then rolling off. After several bounces, he hit the ground with a thud.

The bones in both his arms were shattered.

But he still struggled to stand up, looked up, and found the demon had long since vanished without a trace.

Then he lowered his head, fixed his gaze on a direction, and staggered away. As for the group of subordinates still in the villa, he could neither save nor control them; he could only hope Wang Bo would let them off.

But Wang Bo did not let them off, because he found that these people were no good—their souls were pitch black, indicating they were heinous criminals.

For such people, Wang Bo hesitated for a moment, then gave their souls to his demon subordinates.

After all, these people were just wasting food alive; it was better to benefit his own people.