Chapter 024: The Oasis

After Wang Bo’s encouragement, O’Connell finally pulled himself together. Heeding Wang Bo’s advice, he immediately went home to sleep, planning to conserve his strength and, when the day came, directly overthrow Imhotep and reclaim his wife.

When Evelyn, feeling a bit uneasy, returned, she saw only Wang Bo leisurely drinking black tea in the hall.

“Where’s O’Connell?” she asked worriedly.

Wang Bo snapped his fingers and said calmly, “Already handled.”

Evelyn looked surprised. This guy, who always dumped troublesome matters on others, had actually handled O’Connell?

“How did you handle it?”

“I told him…” Wang Bo briefly recounted the conversation.

After listening, Evelyn nodded thoughtfully. “What you said seems right. Past life is past life, this life is this life; they really shouldn’t be conflated.”

Take herself, for example. Although she had awakened memories of her past life, she didn’t have much respect or deep affection for her father, the Pharaoh. Apart from the initial awakening when those memories affected her, most of the time she was Evelyn, not the Pharaoh’s daughter.

Thinking this, Evelyn glared at Wang Bo in displeasure. “Since you knew about this all along, why didn’t you tell O’Connell earlier? Do you know how awkward it was for me to explain it to him?”

Wang Bo said, “Actually, this just came to me in a flash of inspiration.”

Evelyn said, “You really ought to die once.”

“I’ve died, more than once,” Wang Bo said somberly.

Evelyn: “Hmph!”

…

Two days passed in a flash. After the moon set and the sun rose, the appointed time finally arrived.

The Scorpion King would be resurrected today.

Evelyn and Jonathan arrived at Wang Bo’s villa early in the morning.

Then O’Connell came with his wife Karen, that is, Anck-su-namun. Wang Bo and O’Connell exchanged glances; the other shook his head slightly, clearly not yet having fully confessed to his wife.

Wang Bo pretended not to notice.

As for their child Alex, he didn’t seem to have come today, likely left at home.

After breakfast, O’Connell asked impatiently, “When do we set out?”

“Wait a little longer.” Wang Bo was waiting for a god.

O’Connell and the others said nothing and waited with Wang Bo.

Around noon, Hela finally returned to the estate. Her gaze swept imperiously over everyone present, and she nodded haughtily at Wang Bo.

Among this group, she felt the only one worth talking to was Wang Bo.

The others, she simply couldn’t be bothered with.

Fortunately, everyone knew her identity and didn’t find her arrogant; instead, they thought it only natural—after all, gods have their pride.

Seeing Hela return, Wang Bo casually opened a portal to the Ahm Shere oasis.

“Alright, let’s go.”

He took the lead, stepping through the portal into the Ahm Shere oasis.

Then Hela, Evelyn, Jonathan, O’Connell, and Anck-su-namun followed.

The Ahm Shere oasis was once a desert, but when the Scorpion King offered his soul to Anubis, Anubis made this oasis bloom in the desert.

Anubis’s purpose was simple: to keep the Scorpion King from starving.

After all, when the Scorpion King made the deal with him, he was already out of supplies; without water and food, he couldn’t survive.

So Anubis used his divine power to create this oasis, granting the Scorpion King ample water and food.

Thus, the Scorpion King could make a comeback.

Wang Bo strolled through the Ahm Shere oasis. Looking around, everything was green, full of vibrant life. But Wang Bo sensed the land was steeped in dense deathly divine power. Life and death blended harmoniously and perfectly.

This made Wang Bo turn to look at Hela, as if asking, “Can you do this?”

“A mere trick,” Hela said calmly. Using divine power to create a lush oasis—she could do that too. She could cause death or bring someone back to life.

As a goddess of death, this was merely her most basic ability.

Evelyn followed behind Wang Bo and Hela, looking around as if sensing something. Last time she came to this oasis, she was discovered by the oasis’s guardians.

They were a group of undead.

They hated all living beings who invaded the Ahm Shere oasis. Any living person who set foot here would be punished by them.

Even she was no exception.

But this time, Evelyn no longer sensed those undead. Not because they had disappeared, but because they dared not appear before her—for by her side was a deity of great origin.

The goddess of death, Hela.

A deity no less powerful than Anubis.

No matter how bold the undead guarding the Ahm Shere oasis were, they could not show themselves before her.

So the group walked all the way as if on a picnic, encountering no danger, and arrived at the center of the Ahm Shere oasis.

A pyramid tomb.

Undoubtedly, this should be the Scorpion King’s tomb.

Wang Bo and his party arrived at the place where the Scorpion King slept but did not enter immediately. Wang Bo stopped at the entrance and said, “Let’s wait a moment.”

Jonathan said, “Wait for what?”

“For a fellow traveler,” Evelyn said.

About half an hour later, a bald man led a group of people bursting out of the jungle and arriving before the tomb.

The bald man looked at Wang Bo’s group, his gaze turning cold and wary. He sensed a powerful danger from Wang Bo, a danger that could be fatal.

At the same time, he sensed the same aura from Evelyn.

They were both followers of Anubis, keepers of the dead.

But he did not take Evelyn seriously. Compared to himself, a seasoned follower, she was far too inexperienced to be his match.

His only rival was one person: Wang Bo.

Apart from Wang Bo, he cared about no one.

As for Hela? Who was that? Imhotep claimed he didn’t know her. Even if she was a goddess of death, this was not her domain but the territory of his god, Lord Anubis.

So Imhotep was fearless and confident.

He believed that Lord Anubis would never allow a deity to trespass into his domain without consequence. Perhaps Anubis was even now watching this goddess, ready to strike if Hela made any move.