Chapter 37 [Newcomer! From Egypt after World War I]
At night.
The train is still running, never stopping for a moment.
It was around three o'clock in the morning, when people were feeling sleepy and sleeping soundly.
A figure quietly appeared in front of Uncle Ming’s box.
"Everyone slept soundly." Yang An put his hands in his pockets and thought to himself when he heard the snoring in the box.
He followed Uncle Ming in the afternoon and used his [Hidden] talent to hide himself.
This talent is very strange. Others can see it and even avoid it.
But it will not leave any impression related to him.
Although it is not invisible, Yang An thinks it is easier to use than invisibility. Unfortunately, I don’t know if it can fool the surveillance cameras.
Fortunately, there is no such thing as surveillance on trains in this era.
Yang An bypassed Peter, who had been guarding the door dutifully, lying on the table and sleeping.
Looking at him, a strong and strong man, curled up on the small table, Yang An shook his head, poor baby, let me help you relieve your pain!
As Yang An pointed slightly with his fingertips, a faint green light illuminated the corners of Yang An's raised mouth, making it look very penetrating.
“Avada has forgotten everything!”
A stream of light hit Peter's body.
Unfortunately, the first time I cast a spell without a wand was not successful.
Yang An is not discouraged. He has enough magic power. Although it is difficult to cast spells without a wand, as long as you try more and practice more, you will definitely succeed.
So, my turn, continue!
“If you forget, it’s all empty. If you forget, it’s all empty. If you forget, it’s all empty!”
It wasn't until the fourth time that Yang An finally succeeded in erasing the identities of his group from Peter's mind.
Poor Peter, I think he will have a headache for a while tomorrow.
This is what it feels like to delete memories.
Yang An was surprised.
Whether it is 'Forgetting Nothing' or 'Legilimency', they actually have something in common, they are entering the human spiritual world.
If you can master the Oblivion Curse, you can master the Legitimate Curse.
Later.
Yang An opened the door of the box.
No lights required.
Yang An glanced at the box. Inside were Uncle Ming and his mistress. On the second floor were A Xiang and his assistant A Dong.
They all slept soundly.
No.
Wait a minute, he seemed to see someone sleeping with his eyes open!
Oh, he is awake!
Yang An glanced at Axiang, then back again, and found that she was actually awake.
A pair of dark eyes looked panicked, staring at the carriage door that opened and closed. She was holding a book in her arms
Axiang just noticed a chill and woke up.
But she couldn't find Yang An standing there, or rather she did, but in her impression no one existed in this place.
Just when Axiang wanted to speak tremblingly and wake up Uncle Ming.
Suffer!
Yang An stepped forward and covered the girl's mouth.
Now she was even more frightened and began to struggle.
“Collapsed!”
Fortunately, Yang An used the coma spell to put Axiang into a baby-like sleep.
Why is this girl sleeping so lightly?
If it was not A Xiang who woke up but A Dong beside him, Yang Anke would not be so gentle.
But a beautiful girl who is still his fan must have some privileges.
Axiang rolled her eyes and fell asleep.
Yang An took the opportunity to use Forgetfulness and discovered that this girl did have some extraordinary power potential, and her spiritual world was huge, different from ordinary people.
It's just a minor inconvenience.
Yang An quickly revised her memory and moved the signing matter forward, changing it to say that she participated in Yang An's fan signing event and got the book.
In addition, Yang An split a drop of blood from his fingertips.
Some hesitation as to whether to feed the other party.
After all, this girl is the first person Yang An has ever seen who has the potential to become extraordinary, so she is worth investing in.
Half an hour later. Yang An has returned to his box.
As soon as I opened the box, I heard the deafening snores of Fatty and Hu Bayi.
“Hoo~hoo~!”
It’s like a symphony, sometimes high and sometimes low.
Shirley Yang was sitting on the bed on the left, leaning against the wall of the carriage, with her legs crossed, and next to her was a small night light with batteries that glowed dimly.
He was quietly looking at the book in his hand.
This is the original English version of Thoreau's "Walden", as thick as a brick.
"What, what's the trouble?" Shirley Yang raised her eyes and glanced at Yang An and asked softly.
It seems that she can't sleep either, and she doesn't need to sleep for that long. Three hours is enough.
“It’s okay, I got a good thing.”
Yang An took out the map box with the copy spell cast on it and smiled at his elder sister.
“Did you get it from Uncle Ming?” Shirley Yang was very smart and guessed the truth at once.
"Well, they won't remember meeting us." Yang An nodded, his face as usual, he still parasitized Axiang, after all, he finally met a good seedling.
And this girl is probably not very lucky, as she often goes to the grave with Uncle Ming.
There will always be a day when her life is in danger, so this can be regarded as helping her, mutual benefit.
Shirley Yang didn't ask any more questions. She knew something magical must have happened to her brother, so she put down the thick book on her lap.
Move a position to the side.
Yang An came over and sat down carelessly. Shirley Yang used to help him arrange his hair.
"Thank you for your hard work. Actually, Hu Bayi and the others can go with me."
Yang An made a fuss, but immediately shut up.
Hold! He's so damn fat.
Yang Anguang asked Fatty to wash his feet and change into a pair of socks, but he forgot to throw away Fatty's smelly high-top boots.
Then he pinched his nose and kicked the fat man's shoes to the door, then said angrily: "What are you talking about? Sister, I don't feel comfortable with you being with two older men."
Shirley Yang rolled her eyes at Yang An and concentrated on combing her brother's hair instead of talking.
Just when Yang An was having a fight and fell asleep.
"That little girl is quite pretty."
"Huh?"
Yang An opened his eyes dimly and slowly typed a question mark.
"It's okay, just sleep." Shirley Yang thought of her brother's "chaotic" private life. There was no shortage of women around him who would pounce on him, and he felt bad.
Yang An shrugged, it’s his fault for being so charming.
As Yang An closed his eyes, he fell into a baby-like dream.
Soon, he came to the Soul Palace.
The other clones are also here. Yang An moves his neck and sits down.
Just when I was wondering why he hadn’t taken the initiative yet, the Soul Palace took the initiative to pull me in.
As a result, I found a figure walking in from the gate of the palace and looking around.
When he saw the figure sitting at the round table.
Consciousness connection, memory sharing.
Good news!
Yang An has traveled to another world, and the number of uses of his [Split] and [Parasite] talents has also increased to six times.
Really good.
The world that Yang An traveled to is not yet clear. The current time is the fifth year after the end of World War I.
The identity he traveled through was a businessman who came to Egypt to do business.
So this world may have something to do with Egypt?
Recently Yang An received news.
It is said that a team of archaeologists from England are preparing to find the legendary city of the dead, Hamna Tower.
Legend has it that countless treasures are buried there.
This reminded Yang An of a famous movie, The Mummy - also known as The Legend of Gods and Ghosts.
Whether it is the love between the high priest Immorton and Ansuna, or the later Scorpion Emperor and the third film The Resurrection of Qin Shihuang starring Li Jielian, they were all considered good movies at the time.
Could it be that we have arrived in this world?
(End of this chapter)