After listening to Mosdi-Ferrat's words, Earl Oston kept nodding his head, and then shook his head again.
"What on earth do you mean?" Moshe Fela was a little impatient, "I tell you, Earl Oston, I am helping you now just because of my kindness and being moved by the true love between you and your husband. If I wait, I changed my mind in a few days, hehe, even if you kneel on the ground and beg me with that Pharaoh's staff, it will be useless, and I will never agree to you again."
Earl Oston quickly said: "No, no, Elder Mosidi-Ferra, you have misunderstood. It's not that I disagree, it's just that getting the Pharaoh's staff requires a lot of procedures, and I can't take it out immediately. ."
"Fart, you are the curator of the British Museum." Mosti-Ferrat said loudly, "If you want to take out the Pharaoh's staff and put it on display, it's just a matter of words."
"No, Elder Mosdi-Fela, I originally thought of taking out the Pharaoh's staff in the context of holding an exhibition outside, but I didn't get approval. Elder Mosti-Fela, I am I'm a curator, but I don't have the right to open the museum and take out the staff." Auston slumped down on the table.
"Auston." Mosty-Ferra seemed to see that Auston really couldn't take out the staff secretly, so his tone became softer. He sighed and said, "Okay, Auston. Earl, since you can't take out the staff, there's nothing I can do about it. Your wife will have to die completely."
"No." Earl Alston was a little panicked, "I'm thinking of a way."
"Actually, you only need to take it out for one day." Mosidi-Ferra said, "I only need to use the power of that staff for one day to completely save your wife. In one day, Can you get it?"
"Can you promise not to take it away in one day?" Earl Oston's eyes shone as he looked at Moshe Fela, "If it only takes one day, I can still do it. I just need to maintain the cultural relics." Just take it out in the name of."
"That's enough." Mosidi-Ferra laughed, "In one day, if you think about it, your wife can be resurrected. How cost-effective it is. I just want to do something with the help of that staff. , of course I won’t take it away.”
When Auston heard this, he immediately nodded and said: "Well, Elder Mosidi-Ferra, you wait here, I will take it out tonight. One night will be enough for you to do the ritual. Tomorrow morning, I will take it out." I must return that staff."
"Okay, one night is enough." Mosidi-Ferra said, smiling profoundly.
Auston burst into tears after hearing this. He nodded excitedly, then took a work card and quickly walked out of his room and into the yard.
Outside the gate, Ye Haoran and Felice's cars have not yet driven away and are still parked at the gate.
Auston was a little strange, but he didn't interfere. He had more important things to do now. As long as he completed this thing, he would be able to have his wife again.
At this time, on the roof, Ye Haoran's hand was covering Felice's mouth tightly, while Felice's eyes were wide open in fear, and she couldn't help but gasp.
Ye Haoran looked at it, then hugged Felice, jumped off the roof of Alston's house with a slight jump, and landed in the yard. Then Ye Haoran and Felice got into the car.
Phyllis was still breathing heavily. After a while, she turned her head, looked at Ye Haoran, and said: "Ye Haoran, I was dreaming just now, right? I must be dreaming. Mrs. Alston is dead. , she has been dead for a week, how come she...she actually came back to life."
Ye Haoran shook his head and said: "Although I don't know the reason, the problem must have arisen with the old Egyptian man. It seems that the old Egyptian man wanted to seduce Alston and obtain some kind of Pharaoh's staff. Pharaoh's staff, then it must be It is an ancient cultural relic from Aji."
Felice was still a little frightened and said: "This must be witchcraft. Oh my god, it's so scary. Ye Haoran, let's... let's call the police."
"Don't call the police." Ye Haoran waved his hand, thought for a while, and said: "This matter involves Earl Oston, and now we have something to ask him for, well, let's help him settle it quietly, and he will definitely agree with me in the future. The person who works as the cultural relics conservator."
"But, Ye Haoran, that man is a bit too scary. Let's catch up now and tell Earl Alston that he was deceived." Phyllis said and was about to start the car. She was indeed too panicked and could no longer Any rules.
Ye Haoran took out the car key and said: "Don't worry, it's useless for us to rush over and stop Auston now. He is now completely convinced of this old man A. If we want to persuade Auston, just You have to wait for the right time. Okay, just wait. Don't be afraid. There are many things in this world that are beyond your understanding. For this little thing, you just need to wait and see what happens."
Phyllis had no choice but to nod.
Not long after, Earl Alston's car drove back again.
At this time, Ye Haoran and Phyllis had already driven away and hid the car, and the two of them reached the roof of Earl Alston's house again.
Auston drove back and looked around. When he saw no one, he took out a beautiful wooden box from the car. Auston carefully took the wooden box and walked towards his room and entered. room, Auston carefully placed the wooden box on the table.
"Did you get it?" Mosti-Ferra came over. He had already taken off the bag on his head, revealing a face full of beards.
"Elder Mosdi-Ferra, come and see if it's this one." Aston said, he gently opened the wooden box. The wooden box opened, revealing a cane about one meter inside. This cane The top of the stick is shaped like a human face. The entire wooden stick is made of a special kind of agarwood stone wood. This kind of wood is very strange. It is not only heavy, but also the material looks like gold but not gold, and looks like wood but not wood.
Seeing the palm in the box, Moshe Fela's face showed an expression of ecstasy, and then the ecstasy turned into greed. He walked to the box and gently stroked the staff with a look of joy on his face. Then, Mosdi-Fela grabbed the staff.
"Be careful." After all, Auston is the curator of the British Museum. He loves his wife very much, but at the same time, he also cherishes cultural relics, although these cultural relics do not originally belong to Country Y.
Mosti-Ferra ignored Auston, he grabbed the staff, but slowly knelt down, holding the staff in both hands, as if he was a devout believer.
Oston stood aside and saw Mosdi-Ferrat worshiping him, but he couldn't say anything.
After a while, Auston saw that Mosdi-Ferra was just touching the staff and mumbling to himself. He couldn't help it, so he said: "Elder Mosdi-Ferrat, can... can you Brought back the ghost of my wife."
When Mosti-Ferra heard Oston's words, he opened his eyes, and then he laughed, very sinisterly, "Earl Oston, don't you... do you really think that people can be resurrected after death? "
"You...what do you mean?" Auston looked at Moshe Feila, whose attitude changed drastically, and intuitively realized that something was wrong.
Mosti-Fela sneered, holding the Pharaoh's staff in his hand, and said: "Old man, do you know what this is? This is our national treasure, and it is the staff of our high priest throughout history. It is our supreme symbol and the bridge between us and God. But you, you greedy ignorants and plunderers, have snatched it from our hands. You don’t understand its importance at all. Hum, today, It has finally been returned to its original owner.”
As he said this, a pistol appeared in Mosti-Ferrat's hand, and the muzzle of the pistol was pointed at Earl Allston. "Director Allston, thank you for taking it out of the British Museum and returning it to the British Museum," he said. I."
Auston took two steps back, his face a little sallow, "You...it turns out you...it turns out you can't save my wife at all, you...you have been lying to me all this time, you...you... "
As he spoke, Auston burst into tears. At this time, what he was concerned about was not his own life at all, but that his wife could not be resurrected.
Mosti-Ferra sneered and said: "The infatuated man is so stupid and pitiful. Anyway, I took this staff away. Thank you for your generosity."
Auston shook his head and said: "No, you can't escape. Even if you can escape from our Country Y, can you escape for the rest of your life?"
"Escape for the rest of your life, hahahaha, Mr. Curator Alston, you are so ignorant. This staff belongs to our country. Why should I escape for the rest of my life? The purpose of my coming here is to bring it back to its original place." Lord, I just want to make our pharaohs prosperous again." Mosti-Ferra said loudly, and the more he spoke, the angrier he became, "You are the robbers, and you, the British Museum, are the ones taking the things of our country. , but he didn’t return it, haha, and he said it so confidently.”
Director Alston was a little absent-minded. He looked at Mosti-Ferrat and was speechless.
Mosti-Ferrat raised his pistol again and said loudly: "Okay, farewell to the poor Mr. Curator." With that, Mosti-Ferrat was about to shoot.
"Whoosh."
A steel nail was inserted into Mosdi-Ferra's wrist with a "squeak", and the pistol fell to the ground with a bang.
"Who." Mosidi-Ferra panicked. He raised his head and looked at the roof. The window on the roof had been opened, and then a Chinese man jumped out of the window. It was Ye Haoran.
Ye Haoran grinned, clapped his hands, and said: "Um, that elder, what you said is right, I think, but I'm sorry, you still can't take away this staff."
"Who are you?" Mosdi-Ferra asked nervously, holding the staff tightly with one hand.
"I am... the museum's security guard and cultural relics conservator..." Ye Haoran said with a smile,