Chapter 006: A Familiar Look

After escaping from the prison with inhuman strength, Wang Bo did not stop.

Afraid that the prison guard behind him would catch up and shoot him dead, Wang Bo ran for over half an hour without stopping, leaving the prison far behind before he dared to stop.

When he turned back and could no longer see the prison or the pursuers, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, Wang Bo encountered a new problem.

Where is this? Where is he?

Wang Bo had never been to Cairo, Egypt. He had never even visited modern Cairo, let alone the Cairo of 1926, so Wang Bo was certain that he was lost.

He had absolutely no idea where he was.

But fortunately, Wang Bo knew how to find O'Connell or Evelyn.

If Wang Bo remembered correctly, Evelyn should be working at a museum in Cairo, and early tomorrow morning, they would head to the Giza Port Club, then cross the Nile, traverse the desert, and finally find the legendary City of the Dead... Hamunaptra!

So now, Wang Bo has two choices.

The first is to go to the port of Giza and wait for two people to appear.

The second was to go to the museum to find Evelyn.

But this raised a question: he knew neither where the port of Giza was nor where the museum was located.

Fortunately, Wang Bo had a mouth, so he could ask for directions.

But it was around three in the morning, and all of Cairo was silent. On the roads, there was not a soul, not even a ghost.

In Cairo of 1926, when night fell, the city would sink into a kind of stillness—utterly different from the future, that clamorous city that never sleeps.

Moreover, even in a developed future, there are not many cities that can be called cities that never sleep.

Perhaps New York counts as one, but Cairo is not among them.

Unless Wang Bo directly invades someone else's residence, at this point in time, it is simply impossible to find pedestrians on the road.

After much hesitation, Wang Bo ultimately gave up on breaking into someone else's home. He wandered around the streets of Cairo for a while, found a place resembling a square, and sat down.

Looking at the stars in the sky, Wang Bo sighed again.

Who could have imagined that fate is so wondrous.

A little over a month ago, he was still an ordinary person.

After a little more than a month, he had become a superman.

A day ago, he was still lying in his own cozy bed sleeping.

A day later, he could only look up at the starry sky in Cairo of 1926.

The difference between before and after is just too great, isn't it.

Who on earth had played such a huge joke on him—was it the heavens, or a god, or perhaps aliens? Whoever it was, having done something like this, they might at least give him a heads-up.

Without a word, he threw himself into the Cairo of 1926—and not just any Cairo, but the Cairo of the mummy world. Was that supposed to be fun?

Perhaps someone else would find it very amusing and adventurous.

But for Wang Bo, who likes to live an ordinary life, it's not fun at all.

He didn't want to take any risks at all, he just wanted to go home!

Unfortunately, Wang Bo could not go back, or rather, he had no idea how to return.

No clue at all, what a scam.

"Alas..."

Just as Wang Bo was about to sigh, a faint sigh suddenly reached his ears.

Wang Bo: ...

"Who?!" Wang Bo subconsciously shouted in a low voice, his gaze sweeping in all directions. Finding no one, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

No one? Could it be a ghost.

He had not forgotten that this was the world of mummies.

This world has mummies that have been tormented for thousands of years, a Scorpion King who sold his soul to Anubis, the god of the underworld, a cursed Dragon Emperor, and a witch who has lived for over a thousand years without dying.

Even if one more ghost appeared, it wouldn't be anything impossible.

Although he was gradually becoming non-human in terms of strength—his brute force even exceeding two tons—it might not be very effective against ghosts. Perhaps a tiny ghost could take his life.

He looked around, sensing no eerie atmosphere and seeing no translucent ghosts, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

However, Wang Bo did not relax; instead, he pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the sounds around him.

At the same time, a faint, almost imperceptible sound of breathing came from another entrance to the square.

Wang Bo turned his head and locked onto the other party.

"I see you. Who are you? Come out now." Wang Bo wasn't lying; he really did see a squirming figure in that spot, though he couldn't make it out clearly—only a silhouette.

If nothing unexpected happened, that sigh just now came from this person.

The newcomer realized he had been discovered but did not flee; instead, he stepped out from the shadows, saying as he walked, "I am not a bad person. I am merely a lost traveler."

Listening to the voice, it was still a woman.

Wang Bo couldn't help but open his eyes wide.

Under the starlight, he saw a young woman with a single ponytail, half-wet and half-dry, walk out from the shadows, her gaze tinged with a hint of nervousness, like a startled rabbit.

Although the young lady is European or American, her face has an Easternized feel—brown pupils and signature M-shaped lips—that gives a growing sense of familiarity the more you look.

But what surprised Wang Bo even more was the other person's outfit. A gray tank top and jeans.

He rubbed his eyes, and this time he saw clearly, it was indeed a tank top and jeans.

That was quite an exaggeration. If Wang Bo remembered correctly, there shouldn't have been jeans in 1926 yet.

Wang Bo wasn't sure exactly when jeans first appeared, but he was certain it wasn't in 1926.

However, in 1926 in Cairo, Egypt, Wang Bo saw a young woman wearing a tank top and jeans.

This is not scientific.

What made Wang Bo feel even more unscientific was the young lady's appearance. To Wang Bo, this look was far too familiar, so much so that he dared not be certain, afraid that his eyes were playing tricks on him.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Wang Bo opened his mouth and asked, "May I ask, what is your name?"

"Before asking a lady's name, you should first give your own name—that is the etiquette of a gentleman." The half-wet, half-dry young woman maintained the vigilance proper to her sex.

Wang Bo answered with almost no hesitation: "My name is Wang Bo. And you?"

Seeing Wang Bo answer so readily, the young lady hesitated for a moment before giving her name. "Laura," she said, "my name is Laura Croft."

Wang Bo slapped his forehead and couldn't help saying, "So it is you, Miss Lara Croft."

After all, the other party's outfit was all too familiar; they were very likely the new Lara Croft from Tomb Raider 9.