Xue Wu knew about Emoho. He was a very important character in the plot designed by the Lord God. It is said that he was a famous wizard in ancient Egypt thousands of years ago. He had great magical power and was highly valued by the pharaoh at that time.
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But this Emoho's character was not very good. While enjoying the high-standard treatment given by the Pharaoh, he hooked up with the Pharaoh's wife. As a result, the Pharaoh found out that the two of them hurriedly killed the Pharaoh without stopping.
, but all of this was discovered by the Pharaoh's daughter, and the final result was of course self-evident. Both of them ended up miserable.
Emerho is dead, but his followers are determined and passed down from generation to generation. They have never given up the idea of resurrecting this great wizard. And it continues to this day. They are the men in red.
Now, the woman in front of Xue Wusuan who has restored the memory of her previous life, if he guessed correctly, is the wife of the pharaoh whom Emerho hooked up with back then. It seems that this bad relationship is also continuing?
The woman's attitude did not imply weakness at all. When she heard Xue Wusuan's question, she replied stiffly: "Although you are also very powerful, you are just an ant in front of Emoho. Whatever you do will be ignored."
Emojo, who is seen as provoking the great, will surely receive the severest punishment!"
Xue Wusuan curled his lips. It seemed that this woman had brainwashed herself like the previous dead people. In this case, nice words were useless.
"Really? Emoho is so powerful? Then why don't you call him out to deal with me? Let me think about it, it's not that you don't want to call him out, but that you can't call him out, right? Emoho is dead, and now he is a rotten corpse
It's just a mummy. Well, let me think about it again. With your ability, you cannot resurrect a mummy, so you will need to rely on some props, such as these two books, right?"
Every time Xue Wusuan said something, the woman's face turned pale. She soon became frightened.
"If I take these two books away or destroy them, can Emerho be resurrected?"
The woman looked horrified and shouted in horror: "No! You can't do this!"
Being caught with a sore leg, there was no way to stay calm. The woman could only answer Xue Wusuan's words in a stiff tone: "Emoho is still sleeping, and we are looking for his body here."
Looking for corpses here?
Xue Wusuan thought to himself: If Emerho is really buried here, what about his soul after death? Is his soul also imprisoned by the weird formation below?
Because he didn't know about the fluctuations in Emohuo's soul, Xue Wu even tried to use his senses to search but couldn't find it. Looking at the two books in his hand, he quickly had an idea in his mind.
Since the contents of the book could not be seen for the time being, the book was of little use to Xue Wusuan, so he threw it back on the table.
"What's in this jar?" Xue Wusuan picked up the magic weapon jar again and asked.
"That's Emoho's most loyal servant. Only he can free him."
"Let's go and find the great wizard you mentioned. I think there should be good business to discuss between him and me."
The woman was very surprised, and then she found that her body was free again, and she quickly asked: "Are you willing to help us?" She suddenly forgot her previous fear. This Oriental is also a powerful wizard. If we can get his help
, then their plan will definitely add another powerful boost.
"Help you? No, no, it's a deal. But we have to see if it can work out. By the way, woman, what's your name?"
"My name is Ansu Namu."
Walking out of the shed, Xue Wusuan's appearance caused a wave of surprise at the huge excavation site. The men in red at the site had just heard the rapid gunshots and had gathered around. But when they saw their hostess An
Sunam followed this strange oriental man carefully and waved to them not to be nervous. All of them were a little dazed.
The sound of gunfire interrupted the excavation work. An old white man hurriedly walked over. He looked at Xue Wusuan warily, and then asked Ansu Namu: "Who is he?"
"He is a powerful wizard from the East, um, he is also a businessman. He has a way to help us find Emohuo as soon as possible." Ansu Namu turned to Xue Wusuan and introduced: "Your Excellency Wizard, this
This is Mr. Hafz, who is also Emoho’s loyal servant.”
Xue Wusuan smiled, so this guy is Hafzi, the curator of the British Museum?
He was not interested in talking to these irrelevant people. Xue Wusuan, with his hands behind his back and a cigarette in his mouth, walked towards the construction site while sensing and searching. Not long after, a long object buried about fifteen or six meters underground attracted his attention.
Idea. After careful inspection, it was a coffin with a mummy lying inside. What was interesting was that even though the body had decayed, faint waves of soul were constantly emanating from it.
It's just the fluctuation of the soul, not the complete soul. It's like a signal light, it seems to be guiding something.
"Just below that, keep digging, it's about fifteen or six meters away." Xue Wusuan pointed to the location where he found the mummy.
"Why are you still standing there? Go! Go dig!" Ansu Namu shouted excitedly to the people in red around her. She had great confidence in this Eastern wizard who claimed to be a businessman. As for worrying that the other party had other plans
?Joke, as long as Emoho is resurrected, everything will no longer be a threat.
Hafzi and other men in red were dubious, and their vigilance was heightened. Because they were told by their subordinates that he was this Oriental who had just killed more than a dozen of their companions in one go, and the captain of the black guard also
Killed by him.
But soon these people became fanatical. Following Xue Wusuan's instructions, they dug a coffin under the loess. Then they asked Ansu Namu to go up and sense it.
Due to the bad fate in her previous life, Ansu Namu was extremely excited and determined that the corpse in the coffin belonged to Emoho.
Listening to the tsunami-like cheers from the surrounding mountains, Xue Wusuan curled his lips and asked: "Now that you have found him, resurrect him."
"No, the conditions here are not enough to set up an altar. We must go back to London." Hafz immediately answered. He now somewhat believed that this Easterner was a wizard.
"Do you still need to rely on the altar? Why?"
"This wizard, Mr. Emoho, has been sleeping for thousands of years. If you want to resurrect him, it is not enough to rely on the Bible of the Dead alone. You must have the ability of the altar to bless the spell."
Xue Wusuan shrugged and waved down the request to transport the coffin back to London with these men in red. He planned to stay and study the magical formation under this land.
As for the two books, Xue Wusuan is not in a hurry now. In his eyes, they are already his things. Giving them to these people now may be more helpful to his plan.
The men in red left one after another. The captured coolies also hurriedly fled this death place in twos and threes. Not long after, only Xue Wusuan was left here.
Closing his eyes, he sensed the range of the underground formation again. Then Xue Wusuan raised his hands fiercely. An extremely powerful hurricane appeared out of thin air within a radius of one kilometer. From bottom to top, it swept away the sand, soil, and rocks on the ground.
They all keep rolling towards the sky, seeming to reverse the world!
In about a minute, a horrifying pit with a radius of one kilometer and a hundred feet deep appeared at Xue Wusuan's feet, and above his head, there was an island-like piece of land suspended.
Then, Xue Wusuan floated down into the pit with a smile on his face.