Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 39 [New Talent: Will! ]

After taking a relaxing hot bath.

Yang An looked at himself in the glass mirror in the bathroom.

His eyes became deep and sharp, and his skin underwent a transformation.

His abdominal muscles were full, his back was broad, and his figure became almost perfect. Well, at least Yang An felt that it had reached perfection.

Some of the original skin injuries or scars disappeared, some slightly bent backs straightened again, vision reached an excellent state, and hearing was also improved.

Yang An closed his eyes and could even hear the conversations of the hotel staff downstairs and the clatter of utensils in the kitchen.

They also become more sensitive to temperature, and their five senses are greatly enhanced.

Even when Yang An looked into the distance, he could clearly see a group of white ladies on the other side of the river enjoying their vacation on the beach by the river.

".焯"

Yang An silently looked away and washed his eyes with a handful of water.

The young girl is at least good-looking, but the middle-aged white lady has thicker fur on her body than Yang An himself.

Forget it. I can’t afford it.

"rustle."

Yang An changed out of his bathrobe, put on a loose black robe with sky blue stripes, and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

Start thinking about the next plan.

He did not intend to directly participate in the plot and follow a few soldiers and archaeologists to play the hero saving the world.

What Yang An needs is to rest while waiting for the opportunity to strike.

Wait until the protagonists resurrect Imhotep and escape back with the Black Book of the Dead and the Bible of the Sun, and then take the scriptures from them.

It would be best to find someone powerful enough to intercept them.

After Yang An finished enjoying breakfast on the balcony, it was almost time for lunch.

The sun was high in the sky above the Nile.

The scorching desert caused the temperature to rise rapidly.

But Yang An felt quite comfortable. He was already used to the feeling of being in the desert, and possessing the power of [Desertification] allowed him to thrive in Egypt, where most of the country is desert.

Just as Yang An was sitting on the balcony, looking at the pyramids vaguely visible in the distance.

The waiter who had gone to refund the tickets came back with a bruised face and nose as he passed through the courtyard.

There were two 'lobster soldiers' following behind him.

This is a derogatory term for the least respected soldiers in the British Army. After all, the British Army cannot even be named Royal.

The army is filled with criminals, thieves and peasants.

The navy and the air force, which had not yet been separated out as an independent entity, were the private preserve of the upper nobility.

The lobster soldiers in the UK are not so bad, but the lobster soldiers in these foreign colonies are even more miserable.

Not being taken seriously, the quality of the soldiers is even lower.

These soldiers were essentially no different from bandits. The army used whips to teach them to obey orders. They were domineering in the colonies and were good at oppressing ordinary people.

Especially yellow people like Yang An.

Therefore, Yang An had roughly guessed why the waiter came back with a bruised face.

as predicted.

After negotiating with the hotel owner, the two lobster soldiers were led to Yang An's room.

"Bang bang bang!"

There was a rude knock on the door, followed by an arrogant command: "Listen, everyone inside, come out and be inspected."

Just as the two soldiers waited for two seconds and were about to kick the door.

What they didn't expect was that the door opened.

The two soldiers looked at each other and dragged the bruised waiter into the room.

"The yellow-skinned merchant you mentioned lives here?"

The soldier looked around and was surprised to find that there was no one in the spacious living room.

The balcony window next to it was open, and the off-white curtains swayed in the breeze from the Nile River.

The waiter nodded tremblingly: "Yes, sir..."

"Where's that person? Where did he go?"

Just as the soldier rudely slapped the waiter, causing him to fall to the ground, he began to question him.

"call out--!"

Two spells were cast from the round viewing table near the window, instantly hitting the two soldiers. The next second, they rolled their eyes and fainted.

"Oh!"

The waiter watched in horror as the two men fell to the ground, terrified out of their wits.

"Shh, don't talk."

At this time, Yang An's calm voice was heard in the room.

When the waiter turned around, he was shocked to find that there was a black-haired man at the coffee table which had been empty just now.

Sitting on a rattan chair, leisurely sipping hot tea, was the customer who asked him to refund his ticket.

But he wasn't there just now.

"look at me."

Before the stunned waiter could come back to his senses.

An imperative tone reached his ears.

When the waiter saw Yang An's eyes glowing with light golden light.

The waiter was close to mental collapse and became dazed. The uneasy expression on his face disappeared, and became dull and numb.

He got up from the ground and faced Yang An.

"First sir."

"Close the door." Yang An nodded with satisfaction and gave the order casually.

"Yes, sir." The waiter obeyed the orders like a puppet.

Yang An's mouth corners curled up, success!

He just tried out his [Willpower] talent, combined with [Eyes of Reality and Illusion]. As the saying goes, eyes are the windows to the soul.

Sure enough, with a physical fitness seven times that of an ordinary person, his mental strength almost crushed that of an ordinary person, and he easily defeated the waiter's will.

Produces an effect similar to mind control on the waiter.

"For those whose mental strength is too weak or who are close to mental breakdown, can we directly control their minds?"

Yang An seemed to be thinking about something. He just wanted to appease the waiter.

But the waiter slid to his knees and was controlled by him.

It seems that the mental strength of ordinary people is more fragile than he thought.

"Take their guns and kill yourself."

Yang An gave the order expressionlessly, endangering the waiter's life and testing the bottom line of mental control.

There was a struggle on the waiter's face and his body was trembling.

He was obviously reluctant, but as Yang An gradually increased his mental suppression, he finally picked up the spear on the ground and pointed it at his chin with trembling hands.

Just as the waiter, with tears streaming down his face, was about to pull the trigger.

"stop!"

Yang An regained his calm attitude, waved his hand and ordered: "Okay, stop."

Even though the waiter's mind was controlled by Yang An, he still breathed a sigh of relief, and even felt a little more grateful to Yang An.

What's the meaning.

I originally wanted to kill him, but changed my mind and decided not to kill him, so I am grateful to the murderer?
Yang An wrote down this discovery and felt that it was necessary for him to study psychology.

It will be very helpful for him to develop his talent of [Will].

Of course, that was after he got the two scriptures and completed the first phase of the plan.

The waiter's gratitude made Yang An need to spend much less mental energy to control him.

Yang An did not continue to control the other party, but instead gave a psychological hint that the person in front of him was his master and benefactor and he must not betray him.

Then he relaxed his control over the waiter.

Sure enough, the waiter's eyes changed when he looked at Yang An. He had a confused idea in his heart - the person in front of him had helped him and was his benefactor, so he should respect him as he respected the great God.

"Tell me what happened."

"Yes, sir. These two soldiers found me selling tickets at the dock, arrested me, took the money I earned from the tickets, and planned to rob you of your wealth."

It turned out to be similar to what Yang An had guessed.

But bad things can sometimes turn into good things, just like now, Yang An is thinking about how to find a big man with enough weight.

Of course I'm not talking about these two soldiers.

Yang An was talking about the man behind them, the commander-in-chief of the British Army stationed in Egypt.

(End of this chapter)