A series of dumbfounding conversations between the two siblings finally had to stop.
Because the Hummer had arrived not far outside the city, and there would be people coming and going if it went there. The car they were sitting in was not suitable for driving in, so the four of them got out of the car separately.
Seeing Wang Jian put away the Hummer, O'Connor and Jonathan felt like they were looking at gods.
Afterwards, he struggled to carry two snakeskin bags and entered the city of Cairo. After entering the city, he hailed two carriages and then slowly arrived at the hotel that Wang Jian had rented before.
For the next two days, Wang Jian stayed in the hotel without going out, either accompanying Evelin or practicing.
Instead, Evelyn and Jonathan went to play around in Cairo, obviously seizing the last time they could spend together.
O'Connor strangely did not leave alone, but stayed in the hotel.
According to Jonathan, the two planned to return to England together and become neighbors in the future.
It seems that the two of them developed a lot of friendship during this trip.
At noon two days later, the sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly.
Wang Jian accompanied Evelin as she walked on the road, looking at the museum in front of her. Wang Jian looked at the anxious and hesitant girl next to her with some humor.
"Are you still so reluctant to give up?"
"Of course, these two scriptures are ancient books that have been circulated for more than three thousand years, and they even contain the power of magic. King, you should have experienced it. The resurrection of Immorton is because of the Black Book of the Dead."
When Evelin said this, she stared at Wang Jian unblinkingly with her big eyes, and even begged a little.
Wang Jian laughed and hugged the girl's slender and voluptuous waist: "Evelin, I'm sorry, these two scriptures are one of the foundations of this world, and I can't take them out."
That's right, he has confessed to Evelin that he does not belong to this world.
At that time, Evelin was no different from other women, they were all shocked.
Of course, the first reaction is naturally disbelief.
But then she thought about Wang Jian's many strange methods and the technology that surpassed the current world, so Evelin had to believe it.
Then I gradually accepted it and realized that I couldn't take away the two extremely precious scriptures in my hands, so I chose to come to the museum.
Evelin was unwilling to give up her last chance and almost begged: "Wang, is it really not possible?"
Wang Jian stared at the girl and sighed: "I'm sorry, if I take her out, it may affect my life. The will of this world will reject me or even hurt me."
"Ah? Forget it then."
Evelin immediately put away the pleading on her face, held the two scriptures wrapped in cloth, and walked towards the museum door.
The girl was like this, Wang Jian was relieved and at the same time sighed.
He had to tell such a lie. The value of "Golden Book of the Sun" and "Black Book of the Dead" were both 500 points.
Evelin was curious and wanted to take away the research, but how could Wang Jian be willing to spend 1,000 points on such a useless thing?
If this is really the case, it is better to just spend these thousand points to buy a permanent residence in a world.
The price-performance ratio was too low, and he had no intention of using Egyptian magic, because it might involve the gods and demons in the Egyptian mythology system. If it was involved, it would probably be dangerous to him.
What he admired was never the strength of others. Any external force or help from others was unreliable.
Only your own strength is the most fundamental and real, and can prevent all crises.
Whether it is summoning, asking gods, borrowing the power of gods and demons, or using faith, incense, etc., it is all unreliable. Because with the help of external forces, no one can guarantee whether these forces will leave hands and feet in the body, and the body may not be able to survive the next moment.
belong to myself.
In the past, whenever he saw certain characters on the screen being suddenly descended or even possessed by gods, he would feel horrified.
Even at that time, that character was very powerful, but in fact he no longer belonged to him and was controlled by gods and demons.
So if the gods and demons have evil intentions, doesn't it mean that the control of the body can never be regained?
The most important point is that being possessed by someone casually doesn't mean that even if you take back control, you can control the person at will in the future as long as he is in a good or bad mood.
This situation is really disgusting and he will never accept it.
It seems that the system is similar to this situation.
But after all, he accepted the benefits of the system and was unwilling to resist anything or speculate with the greatest malice. Although he knew that pie in the sky would not fall.
And since he already has such hidden dangers, he will naturally not accept other hidden dangers.
In their wild thoughts, the two walked into the museum and quickly found the curator's office.
The old man who was the curator stood up in surprise when he saw Evelin: "Evelin, are you still alive?"
"Director, are you weird?"
"It's not that, it's just Hamna Tower..."
When Evelin saw that the old man was still pretending, she couldn't help but interrupt and scorned: "Huh, it's not just you, the old man, who informed the descendants of the Pharaoh's guards to hunt us down, otherwise we would have been more successful."
The curator paused just as he was about to sit down, and subconsciously reached for the pistol in the drawer.
But she saw Evelin put the things wrapped in cloth on the table with a bang: "Look at these."
"What?"
The curator glanced at Wang Jian, who was smiling and making no move, and Evelin, who was fuming. He couldn't sense any malice from the two of them, and stopped holding the gun.
Evelin seemed to know a lot, but he was more curious, why did she come to him now that she knew, and there was no harm in it.
But when he opened the cloth and saw two scriptures, his breathing became heavy.
"These two scriptures were found by Hamnatari."
The curator's face changed drastically, and he raised his head and looked at Evelin nervously: "Where is Immorton? Is he resurrected?"
"he died."
"Dead? How did you die?"
Evelin took out the key from her pocket and put it on the scripture: "Yes, dead. Congratulations, you descendants of Pharaoh's guards are free."
The curator looked at the scriptures and keys, dumbfounded, and murmured, not knowing what he was talking about.
Evelin waved her hand in front of the other party, but the curator didn't respond at all.
Evelin turned back to Wang Jian and shrugged innocently. Wang Jian reached out to hold her and walked out of the office.
The stupid curator behind him looked up for a moment, and when he saw Evelin turning around again, he quickly lowered his head and continued to pretend to be stupid.
After leaving the office, Evelin started touring the museum, still talking about her process and experience of working here.
Wang Jian was comforting him, and that was all he could do now.
More than three hours later, O'Connor and I had a sumptuous dinner on the hotel balcony.
Jonathan and Evelin kept talking, and Evelin was comforting Jonathan and telling him about his future.
In a slightly weird atmosphere, Wang Jian hugged Evelin and disappeared without a trace.
Jonathan looked blankly, and finally burst into tears.
