America: A Prodigy of Stereotypes

The heavy gold Akamara medal, made of gold, made Li Qun let out a muffled groan.

"Well!!"

Li Qun forcefully removed the gold medal, which resembled a gold brick, from his face and fumbled to turn on the desk lamp.

Li Qun silently stared at the Akamamla gold medal beside his pillow and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Thankfully, his nose wasn't broken.

“Dr. Banner, I know it’s you,” Li Qun whispered to the ceiling.

"You were definitely eavesdropping, weren't you?"

"You should take this back right away."

With no one responding, Li Qun reached out and picked up the heavy Akamara gold medal. He decided to make the trip himself and return this treasure of the pharaoh to the museum.

Li Qun changed into a black outfit, tiptoed out of the bedroom, and quietly went up to the rooftop.

"Golden Cudgel, let's go."

The golden cudgel shrank to the thickness of a pillar and hovered in mid-air. Li Qun stood on the golden cudgel, which carried him to the American Museum of Natural History in Manhattan.

Li Qun flew over New York in the same posture as Tao Baibai, flying over a pillar.

Wang was observing Li Qun's every move through the form of a spirit projection. When he saw Li Qun flying into the sky on a golden cudgel as thick as a pillar, his expression became quite tense.

This doesn't make sense, does it?

Shouldn't they be riding on a somersault cloud?

Wang hurriedly gave chase, but the Ruyi Jingu Bang flew very fast and disappeared into the New York night.

……

The Ruyi Jingu Bang landed in Central Park in front of the Natural History Museum. It shrank into a small flying stick and hovered around Li Qun's body.

Li Qun cautiously walked out of Central Park, crossed the road, and arrived at the entrance of the Natural History Museum.

Pushing the door open, they discovered that the museum doors were not locked.

Li Qun sensed a hint of conspiracy.

Clutching the Akamanra gold medal hidden under his coat, Liqun strode quickly toward the Ancient Egypt pavilion.

"The lights are all on everywhere, don't they turn them off?"

Hearing the footsteps of the security guards patrolling, Li Qun carefully avoided them and spent some time getting to the Ancient Egypt exhibition hall.

Seeing the empty display case, the Akamara gold medal in his arms should have been inside.

"Didn't they notice something was missing?" Li Qun complained to the security guards, utterly exasperated.

Li Qun circled the display case for a while, pondering how to put the Akamara gold medal back in its original place.

First, open the display case door, then put the brick-like gold medal back in, and finally close the display case door.

He couldn't find the door.

"Here's a reminder for you."

Li Qun gave the Golden Cudgel a signal, and the Golden Cudgel instantly shattered the glass of the display case. Li Qun stepped over the glass shards, put the Akamara gold medal back in its original position, and pressed it flat with force.

Why isn't there an alarm?

Li Qun frowned.

Was the museum's alarm system turned off?

Is someone stealing from the museum?

The footsteps weren't those of the security guards, but those of the thieves?

Did "Dr. Banner" throw the Akamara gold medal into his bedroom to protect an important collection in the museum?

Many guesses flashed through Li Qun's mind.

With a "whoosh," the golden cudgel was grasped by Li Qun and transformed back to its original size for fighting.

Just as Li Qun was about to leave the Ancient Egypt exhibition hall, a violent banging sound came from inside the pharaoh's coffin in front of the Akamanra gold medal, and someone was struggling inside the coffin.

"what?"

Li Qun returned, walked into the booth, and squatted down in front of the Pharaoh's coffin.

It's like a mummy incident!

Li Qun quickly opened the pharaoh's coffin. The outer layer was the outer coffin, and the inner layer was the inner coffin. The moment the coffin lid was opened, a mummy exuding the scent of spices sat up. The mummy struggled to pull at the mummy bandages wrapped around its face.

"Don't worry, I'll help you."

Chapter 52 Night at the Museum

The yellowed mummy bandages were unwrapped one by one, and Pharaoh Akhamara, wrapped in a "confidential shipment" shape, was finally able to breathe the air of the human world with the help of Li Qun.

"Are you okay?" Li Qun asked.

"I'm good, thanks."

"You can speak English."

Li Qun sized up the young Pharaoh Achamanra, whose skin was as dark as soy sauce. There were significant differences between ancient Egyptians and various ethnic groups in America, which made Li Qun subconsciously wonder if the other party could speak English.

"I learned English when I was being studied in England. You can also speak English. Where are you from?"

"I come from Aurora."

Li Qun thought Akamanla was telling him a joke, saying that he was being studied by the British.

"Hello, Oriental."

"How did you end up lying here? Who did this to you and made you lie here?" Li Qun asked seriously.

Akamara climbed out of the coffin and stood outside the booth, looking Li Qun, who was dressed in black, up and down.

“Death made me lie in there. I am Akamanra.”

The young Pharaoh Akhamara looked at the brass plaque in front of the coffin.

"See that?" The resurrected Pharaoh pointed to the gold medal of Akamamra.

"It allowed me to cross the threshold of death and gave me a brief return to the world of the living after midnight."

Li Qun followed Akamanla's gaze to her gold medal, his expression calm.

"Did you hear that? It's incredibly lively outside."

"The others have also been resurrected." Akamanra looked towards the entrance of the ancient Egyptian exhibition hall, then turned and smiled at Liqun.

"I'll go take a look," Li Qun said, walking out of the Ancient Egypt exhibition hall.

“I will go with you,” Pharaoh Akhamara said, following behind Liqun.

Just as Li Qun reached the entrance of the Ancient Egypt pavilion, a group of Huns ran past.

Li Qun still had some impression of this group of Huns, as the daytime king had mentioned during his explanation that their leader was Attila the Scourge of God.

Upon seeing two strangers in the museum, Attila the Hun, along with his Hunnic warriors, turned and charged towards Liqun.

The wax figure of Attila made in the museum is depicted as a Mongolian with a round face, broad shoulders, and a muscular build. He has a scimitar at his waist, a bow and arrows on his back, and wears armor decorated with animal leather and metal plates.

“They’re wax figures, how did they come to life?” Li Qun turned to Akamanla and asked.

“Having a complete body and being able to have your name called out means you can be given a short life by a gold medal,” Akamara explained to Li Qun.

"understood."

Attila and his Hunnic warriors surrounded the Lichkins and roared at them.

"Can you speak English? Or Chinese?" Li Qun asked Attila, who had a fierce look on his face, in both English and Chinese.

“Pharaoh Akamara, can you understand what he is saying?” Seeing that Attila could not understand, Liqun asked Akamara again.

“I understand a little Hungarian.”

“He’s asking who you are. He’s never seen you before. Are you with those wizards?” Akamara replied.

"wizard?"

Pharaoh Achamana acted as a translator, helping Liqun and Attila to begin their conversation.

"He said he was trapped in this place by several wizards, and every time he woke up he was looking for a way to escape. If you are with the wizards, he will tear you apart."

“Tell him I am a Han envoy from China, and it would be wonderful if I were to be torn apart by five horses,” Li Qun said.

Akamara hesitated before relaying Li Qun's words to Attila. After he finished speaking, Akamara noticed a strange change in Attila's expression. Attila smiled at Li Qun and instantly became friendly.

"What is a Han envoy?" Akamanla asked Liqun with a puzzled look.

“He is not the real Attila; he is a living wax figure. So I guess the museum’s description of him is his own memory and perception.”

“They are descendants of the Northern Xiongnu who migrated westward after being defeated by the Han Dynasty, and they know how terrifying the Han people are,” Li Qun replied.

“I don’t know much about Eastern history.” Akamara became interested in the history of China.

Attila, with a serious expression, began to speak to Li Qun in a cryptic manner, occasionally raising his hand to point east and west.

“Attila said he’s willing to ally with you to kill the wizard and escape this place,” Akamara translated.

"wizard……"

"I think those wizards must be the mages who guard the museum."

"Because of you, the figures in the museum have all come back to life. The mages used magic to prevent you from leaving the museum and causing a riot outside," Li Qun said.

"Your Majesty, can you explain this to Attila and the others?"

“If he knew I was just a wax figure, he would tear me to pieces,” Akamara refused.

“Then tell him he’s dead, and that this is the rift between the afterlife and the world of the living. Wizards must stop these dead from going to the world of the living,” Li Qun said.

"That's fine."

Akamara relayed Li Qun's words to the wax figure Attila.

Attila drew his sword from his waist, and four Hun warriors behind him drew their bows and aimed their arrows at Liqun.