Chapter 49 [Cat God Best Sculpture]
Why is it called treasure hunting?
This has to do with the issue of worldview - this world is a combination of the world of gods and ghosts and Raiders of the Lost Ark.
This means.
There is extraordinary power in this world.
Yang An's ability to use magic power 100% is proof of this.
This land, as a place where ancient civilization flourished, must have magic props such as the Golden Sun Sutra and the Scorpion Bracelet. There must also be unknown magic props.
Although most of the good things were taken away and lost as the ancient Egyptian civilization declined, Yang An estimated that there would always be a few that survived.
After Yang An thought of this, he focused on the Cairo Museum and various private collections of antiques.
His goal is to search for magical materials or magical props.
Make yourself a magic wand.
Or just find a magical staff, which would be the best.
At that time, as long as it is still in the desert.
Yang An is absolutely sure of defeating the two teams of reincarnators.
Of course, this is based on the condition that the gods do not appear.
In the 'Sir's' manor.
Office.
"What, you want to visit the Cairo Museum? But the current situation. Well, as you wish."
"Huh? Want to find items with mysterious powers? This. It may take me some time to help you find it.”
“Yes, Sir, this is the request of the London gentlemen, I understand~ Please rest assured, I will definitely bring you good news.”< br>
Hang up the phone.
‘Sir’ had a satisfied smile on his face.
It is good to have subordinates at his disposal. After releasing the news that he is interested in extraordinary items, he can now sit back and wait for those who want to please the commander to come.
Later.
Looking in the mirror, I simply straightened my collar, picked up my cane, put on my hat and went downstairs.
Downstairs, the driver dedicated to the highest officer was already waiting for him.
Salute immediately when you see ‘sir’.
“Let’s go.” ‘Sir’ nodded, maintained his daily behavior, and got into the car.
“Go to the museum.”
Inside the Cairo Museum.
To be honest, Yang An had high hopes for this place at first, thinking that he could find one or two items with extraordinary power no matter what.
But I looked around.
Yang An was so angry that he just wanted to say dirty words - Damn, they are all fake!
Thanks to Shirley Yang’s research on archeology in the world of ghost blowing lanterns, Yang An can roughly distinguish antiques.
He shouldn't expect anything from a colonial museum.
They are basically all fakes with shoddy workmanship, and they are meant to deceive tourists who don’t understand anything.
The rest are nothing more than broken statues, the pharaoh's chair, the princess's earrings, etc. that the colonists despised.
Considering that for a while in Europe, it was very popular for nobles to eat mummies, and they also liked to use mummies as spices and dyes. They almost ate all the ancient Egyptian mummies.
Yang An had a dark face, knowing that his trip might be in vain.
But just when Yang An was about to leave.
"Huh?"
Yang An paused.
The guide next to him who was responsible for explaining was very discerning and stepped forward and asked: "Your Excellency?"
Yang An raised his palm, and the guide consciously shut up.
Yang An, with his strong mental power, sensed an abnormal fluctuation nearby and appeared from a small room in the corner.
"It's strange, it wasn't there just now."
But it doesn't matter, just go and have a look.
Yang An walked towards the small room, which contained collections from the Lower Egyptian Dynasty.
Go into the exhibition hall.
Standing in the center, Yang An's eyes flashed with light as he scanned the surrounding collections one by one.
Finally, it landed on a corner display cabinet. On this display cabinet was a sculpture of a black cat.
It's about the size of a palm. It can be seen from the base that it was cut off by sawing off, and part of the ear is missing.
The black cat has a beautiful earring on his left ear and a large necklace around his neck, but they are both somewhat damaged. Perhaps this is the reason why the black cat sculpture was not looted by the colonial bandits, but was abandoned instead.
It is precisely because of its low value that it can be placed in the Cairo Museum.
"This is"
As Yang An got closer, the feeling of strangeness became stronger and stronger.
His keen sixth sense told him that there was an aura of resentment flowing in the sculpture in front of him, making it look like an evil statue.
But in fact, this black cat sculpture is a serious statue of a god.
Out of their fanatical love for cats, the ancient Egyptians were the earliest poop scoopers.
This statue represents the ancient Egyptians' worship of cats.
They believe that the cat god Best is the incarnation of the daughter and eyes of the great sun god Ra.
At the same time, she is also the God of the Moon, the God of War, the God of Housing, the Mother of Pharaoh, etc.
Has the supreme status.
Unfortunately, this statue of a righteous god who originally protected the people has now turned black.
Yang An stood in front of him and lowered his head to check the introduction.
It turned out to be a sculpture cut from the temple of the cat god Best. It is said that the ancient Egyptians often worshiped it, and it was also related to sacrifice and divination.
Sacrifice!
The high priest of ancient Egypt seemed to really have the ability to borrow the power of the gods.
Could this statue be the extraordinary item Yang An is looking for?
Just then.
In the quiet showcase, there suddenly appeared some slight shaking.
Yang An felt that the magic power in this body began to boil.
The guide behind him saw in horror.
In the display cabinet, the originally calm sculpture began to tremble on its own, and even the slightest crack appeared.
Until it is completely broken!
“Click!”
Make a crisp sound and split into two halves!
Among them, streams of black energy spurted out from the sculpture of the cat god Best.
Blinking and breaking the glass.
"Pull——!"
A steady stream of black mist poured out from the inside out.
For a while, the entire exhibition hall became cold and cold, and the light seemed to be swallowed up.
“Ah!!!”
The guide screamed. He was so frightened that he could only stand there blankly, his legs were weak and he lost his intuition.
Unable to let him continue shouting, Yang An quickly raised his hand.
"Sleep quickly!"
"Bang!"
The guide finally fainted, which seemed like relief to him.
At the same time, Yang An cast a Muggle Confusion Charm on the door of the exhibition hall to prevent anyone from hearing the noise inside.
Completed the wizard.
Yang An stood calmly on the spot.
Faced with the black mist that had just gained freedom and was constantly rolling together and separating in the air, I had no intention of leaving.
This is an adventure!
Yang An had a hunch that this power might be of great help to him.
What's more, what's here is just the puppet body of 'Sir', not Yang An himself, so the risk factor is not high.
After complete parasitism.
Yang An can give the puppet all its abilities, but it seems to consume the puppet's lifespan.
Power is not something everyone deserves. Power comes at a price.
But this time, I would not hesitate to waste the life of some 'sirs'.
The 'sir's' eyes gradually flashed with golden light, and the 'sir's' body also emitted a white light that represented righteousness.
[The Eye of Virtual and Reality] is open!
The black mist in the sky gathered into the shape of a black cat, baring its teeth and claws at Yang An!
The battle seems imminent.
(End of this chapter)