Chapter 018: Anck-Su-Namun's Identity

Since Wang Bo sent away the men dispatched by Imhotep, Imhotep had not sent anyone else.

However, the next day, O'Connell came running over specially.

"Wang Bo, I need your help."

"What's wrong?" Wang Bo asked curiously. "What happened?"

O'Connell said, "Alex told me that Karen has been acting strange lately, often meeting with strangers."

"Your son told you your wife is acting strange?"

"Yes." O'Connell nodded.

Wang Bo asked, "Don't you know if your wife is acting strange?"

O'Connell said, "I didn't notice anything wrong with Karen, but Alex told me that Karen has been disappearing for periods of time recently."

Wang Bo grew even more curious and asked, "Your wife often disappears, and you didn't know?"

O'Connell said with a bitter smile, "I've been busy with Jonathan lately, scouting locations and decorating the nightclub. I'm hardly home during the day. If Alex hadn't reminded me, I really wouldn't have known that Karen disappears during the day."

Wang Bo finally understood and said, "Since you know, why don't you ask your wife? Between husband and wife, it's best to talk things out. Hiding things can easily affect your relationship."

O'Connell said with a dark face, "I did ask Karen, but she told me she just joined a women's exchange group founded by married women. However, this morning, when Jonathan and I were decorating, I accidentally saw Karen with several men I didn't know."

Wang Bo said, "You think she lied to you."

O'Connell nodded.

"She probably has some male friends."

"In the eight years we've been married, I've met all the male friends she knows. But the problem is, I haven't seen those men before, and worse, they're not good people."

When O'Connell was young, he had been a soldier and killed people, so he was very sensitive to the aura of his own kind.

He could tell that Karen's friends were all executioners who had killed before. Every one of them had eyes full of contempt for their own kind, as if human life meant nothing to them.

Karen was just an ordinary housewife; how could she know people like that?

This baffled O'Connell.

So he decided to secretly follow those men, hoping to catch one when they were alone and force him to reveal why he knew his wife. But he found that these people were agile and had good counter-surveillance skills; his tailing was almost discovered.

Helpless, O'Connell had to keep a greater distance, but then he lost them.

So O'Connell had to come to the manor to seek Wang Bo's help.

After listening to O'Connell's account, Wang Bo had a vague guess in his mind, as if he thought of something, but lacked a clear key to connect these ideas.

He said, "Alright, leave this to me. I'll give you an answer."

O'Connell nodded and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Wang Bo."

"Don't mention it, we're friends."

"Thank you."

After seeing O'Connell off, Wang Bo's gaze pierced through layers of buildings and locked onto Karen.

As Wang Bo's strength increased, he grew more powerful, especially his eyesight, which was terrifying. Though not enough to see from one side of the earth to the other, he could see from the north to the south of a city without issue.

As long as he wished, the city of London was an undefended city to Wang Bo.

No secret could hide from Wang Bo's gaze.

Wang Bo sitting in his manor and monitoring Karen was not some strange move, but a perfectly normal one.

Karen herself did not notice Wang Bo's gaze. She wore a very era-appropriate black trench coat and walked along a wide street. After about ten minutes, she arrived at the British Museum.

Entering the museum, Karen walked straight through a corridor, at the entrance of which hung a sign reading "Staff Only."

Passing through the corridor and going upstairs, Karen arrived at the museum director's office.

Knock, knock, knock!

Karen knocked and entered. The museum director, an elderly man over fifty who had been working at his desk, quickly stood up to welcome Karen. His first words shocked Wang Bo.

"Lady Anck-Su-Namun, welcome."

Wang Bo was completely taken aback.

Anck-Su-Namun? Karen is Anck-Su-Namun? The Pharaoh's concubine, Imhotep's lover, Evy's nemesis from a past life.

O'Connell didn't marry Evy, but instead married Anck-Su-Namun? And had a son with her? He actually cuckolded Imhotep. That was really impressive.

Wang Bo couldn't help but click his tongue.

Eight years ago, Evy had not yet awakened her past life memories.

Then Anck-Su-Namun, who was entangled with Evy, likely hadn't awakened her past life memories either. At that time, she was still Karen, an ordinary woman.

She didn't know that three thousand years ago, she had a powerful lover.

So she was moved by O'Connell's heroic rescue, and they eventually came to know, love, and marry each other, and she gave birth to Alex.

Eight years later, when the Scorpion King was about to be resurrected,

Evy awakened her past life memories.

Correspondingly, Karen also awakened, gaining Anck-Su-Namun's memories. On one hand, her current husband; on the other, a lover she loved to death in a past life. Wang Bo believed that Karen must have been very conflicted at the time.

But now it seemed that her past life memories had prevailed.

In the end, Karen became Anck-Su-Namun.

She contacted the descendants of Imhotep's followers, had them find Hamunaptra, dig out Imhotep, who was still in mummy form, and find the Book of the Dead to resurrect Imhotep.

She was O'Connell's wife, so naturally she knew that the Book of the Dead was in Evy's hands.

And Evy couldn't carry the Book of the Dead with her at all times; she likely hid it in her home. Karen only needed to find a time when Evy wasn't home to steal the Book of the Dead.

She didn't even need to act personally; she could just contact the descendants of Imhotep's followers and have them steal the Book of the Dead.

Although these were all Wang Bo's guesses, he estimated that the truth wouldn't be far off from his imagination.

Karen—no, Anck-Su-Namun—said to the museum director, "O'Connell is suspicious of me. We must return the Book of the Dead as soon as possible."

The director said somewhat reluctantly, "The Book of the Dead is the scripture of Anubis. With it, Lord Imhotep will become even more powerful."