Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Bayton Castle.

Guest room, second floor, United Hotel.

Evelyn was going crazy.

The woman took piles of clothes out of the suitcase and threw them on the bed. O'Connor waited behind her. After Evelyn put them away, the man packed the clothes back into the suitcase.

As soon as she arranged the piles of research materials, the man picked them up and threw them roughly into the suitcase - when she repeated the action again, the man threw other things in.

Two people: one putting it in and one taking it out.

Finally, after working for more than ten minutes, the box was still empty.

"O'Connor!" Evelyn put her hands on her hips and said angrily, "I told you, right?"

"All you told me was 'take you to Hamunaptra', and now I'm offering you the extra benefit of 'protecting you from leaving'." O'Connor patted his holster: "You saved my life, so I'll give you one."

Evelyn raised an eyebrow sarcastically, walked forward, and tapped the man's chest with her index finger. She was very angry at his attitude: "Your life was saved by Mori Yuesha. You really know how to repay a favor, huh? Mr. O'Connor."

"Have you forgotten who took out the gold coins and gave them to that damn warden? Do you think she's a child, so you can just throw them around?"

"But you also returned the money to her." O'Connor grabbed Evelyn's fingers: "You are not unaware of the current situation."

"You should understand every word those black-robed men said better than I do."

Evelin pulled out her fingers angrily, clenched them into fists, and looked at the man with some disappointment.

"Yes, I understand. So what? My sister is missing! She might have been kidnapped! I have to find her!"

With her messy hair spread out, the woman glared at the man she once had a crush on, unable to believe that he actually wanted to take her away first. How could he do this?

"That's my business! Evelyn, I told you to get on the ship and go back home first. I will stay and look for your sister! I'll just stay! What's the point of you staying here?!"

O'Connor was also very angry. Is there something wrong with this woman's brain?

What's the point of her staying here?

"I'm staying! Do you understand? I'm crazy..."

Knock—knock.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Chapter 56 Sandstorm

A day ago, outside Hamunaptra.

The bonfire burned fiercely, not only making the people around it feel warm and comfortable, but even those who were away from the flames and lying down early under thick blankets fell asleep with smiles on their faces.

Tonight is their last day in Hamunatta, but it is also a day full of rewards.

Tomorrow, everyone will pack up and leave here, away from those black-robed freaks who kill without blinking an eye - as for whether Mr. Henderson will ask his investors to increase their investment and hire soldiers to start a massacre here...

That's his business.

In short, these foreign marauding vultures all had rosy faces, and were either holding golden vessels or wearing several complex and precious jewel necklaces around their necks.

Although we didn't find Seti's largest and deepest treasure chamber, we still got a lot.

Evelyn drank a lot and sat on her knees on the blanket, swaying with a half-bottle of red wine in her hand; her red face was reflected in the firelight and looked very beautiful. O'Connor had just finished maintaining his gun and packed his luggage.

Then he found out that his girl was drunk.

Evelyn lifted the curly hair beside her ears and looked at the somewhat uneasy O'Connor with seductive eyes. She held the mouth of the wine bottle in her hand and poured it into her mouth from time to time.

The red liquid slid down the corners of his mouth.

"Evelyn..."

“I know.” The woman narrowed her eyes and waved her hands like a drunk: “I am different from my…brother. You see, I have self-control.”

Gumbling.

Two more big gulps slid down his throat.

"You...are really not like your brother." O'Connor carefully moved forward a few times, holding the woman's back: "I just don't understand you..."

"I know! I know it!" Evelyn raised her head, laughed a few times, and patted O'Connor's shoulder carelessly: "You must be wondering, right? How could someone like me come to a place like this?"

"Pretty much." O'Connor nodded.

"Egyptian blood flows in my body..." Evelyn tilted her head, and O'Connor could smell the strong smell of alcohol on her body: "My father is an explorer..."

"So did my mother."

"Yes...you absolutely cannot understand."

"That information, those people and stories from thousands of years ago; they are so smart... beautiful, and so mysterious, and fascinating-"

"so…?"

O'Connor's "so" seemed to anger the drunk woman. She stood up suddenly, looked down at O'Connor, and danced with joy!

"Mr. O'Connell!"

"Mr. O'Connor! I may not be a brave adventurer... or perhaps, not a qualified archaeologist!" The woman yelled in a daze, a drunkard who could not control her limbs, swaying slenderly in the orange firelight.

"Even! I'm not even a qualified treasure hunter! Unlike you, a warrior who can fight bravely! An accurate gunman."

"Mr. O'Connell!"

"But even so, my role is still greater than the sky!"

“I am proud of my profession!”

O'Connor looked up at her lovingly, raised the corners of his mouth and asked with a smile: "So...what is your occupation?"

"I am--"

The woman exhaled the smell of alcohol from her chest and abdomen, and stared blankly at the flames for two seconds.

"I'm…"

The impassioned expression just now disappeared, like a deflated balloon, the woman lowered her head and whispered: "Museum-Book Library-Administrator..."

boom.

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman fell from a standing position to a sitting position and leaned over to look at O'Connor.

"The museum librarian...she's going to kiss you now...Mr. O'Connell."

Two arms climbed up the man's arms, up his shoulders, up his neck - to his face.

"Call me Rick." The man looked at the woman, and the woman looked at the man.

The two were so close that they could smell each other's breath, alcohol, tobacco, a faint smell of leather, gun oil -

“…Rick.”

The man and woman approached each other slowly, and both closed their eyes.

A loud bang like an explosion ripped through the night camp at the moment when the lips and teeth touched.

Bang!

Rumbling--

A sandstorm that covers the sky and the sun is coming!

"Get up quickly! Everyone get up!" Henderson pulled out his revolver and fired two shots into the air: "Quick! Everyone get into Hamunaptra! Everyone get in!"

The local workers were not stupid. When the sky changed slightly and the roar was deafening, some of them slipped over there.

Then they will be horrified to find that the huge hole that had been dug and blasted is now blocked by countless huge rocks without leaving a single gap.

Looking back, Henderson was also in despair.

"Don't go looking for explosives! Go looking for camels! Camels!"

"Things, take care of the treasures we brought out!"

The rough gravel hit people's faces and obscured their vision as it passed through the crowd.

O'Connor quickly threw himself on Evelyn, holding the sleeping woman with one arm and lifting the blanket from under him with the other, wrapping them both like a sleeping bag as he rolled over.

The man looked out from the top of his head: a vast expanse of yellow sand.

In addition to the screams and gnawing sounds constantly coming from the sandstorm layer, there was also a rustling sound like a tide.

'The sound of insects crawling after forming a carpet.'

Mori Yuesha's words suddenly rang in his ears.

"O'Connell! O—"

Click, click.

The storm extinguished the campfire, and some flimsy tents were blown into the sky. The wooden sticks and metal hooks that fell from the air injured many people.

The workers wailed and ran around like blindfolded cows. The screams and footsteps were endless, and then drowned out by the overwhelming crawling sound.

O'Connor sighed as he looked at the woman with her eyes closed beneath him: he used his arms and legs to build a 'human' frame for Evelyn, so that if she was accidentally stepped on, she would not be hurt.

Unless...the bugs find them.

O'Connell couldn't tell how long the terrible blowing sound lasted. It was probably a minute or two before the howling of the sandstorm gradually dissipated.

This made the screams seem even more intense.

The man turned over and pushed away the blanket. Looking around, he saw a sea of ​​bones and mummies. When he stepped on them with his boots and lifted them up, he felt nothing but ordinary gravel.

These bugs eat very cleanly.

All the leading guys are dead.

Henderson and his American companions were all mummified, their eyes and internal organs gone, and they lay face down in the yellow sand in a hideous manner. The Egyptologist who had been directing the locals to dig had all his skin gone.

Complete, without a single trace left.

The entire camp was in a mess, with only three or two almost crazy workers and O'Connor and his group left.

By the way, Mr. Jonathan slept comfortably and soundly in his tent. He was not awakened at all, and there were no bugs or sandstorms to blow up his tent.

The man opened his eyes blearily, and only realized something was wrong when he saw O'Connor's serious face.

"Are we in trouble again?"

The word 'again' is used very accurately.

Jonathan rubbed his eyes, sat up, and looked outside following O'Connor's gaze.

The familiar sound of horse hooves galloped in from the entrance of the ruins.

The black-robed leader held a sharp scimitar.

Chapter57 The released...monster?

A sandstorm occurred and several American team leaders were sucked into mummies.

O'Connor no longer had the heart to fight with the group of black-robed men - if they wanted to kill them all, now would be the best time.

The horses snorted and circled them, led by the same man from yesterday, who was holding the reins and looking down at Evelyn and O'Connell.

"I said, if you don't leave, you will die. You didn't listen." He dismounted from his horse, and under the frightened gazes of the workers, he walked step by step to O'Connell, his tone carrying the dryness of the desert.

"Now everyone has to die."

O'Connor looked at Evelyn, who was also confused. "What are you talking about?"

"Some of you have recited a spell and resurrected a monster that has been sleeping for three thousand years." The black-robed man swept the camp with his sharp eyes, frowning, and suddenly felt something was wrong: "Wait... where is the Black Book of the Dead?"

Evelyn just remembered, let go of O'Connor and hurried to the enemy's camp - no, the book was gone.

"Someone secretly recited the spell from the Black Book of the Dead and released a monster that had been sleeping for three thousand years. And yet you knew nothing about it and were drinking and having fun, celebrating the gold and jewelry you looted. You didn't even know where the book had gone." The black-robed man's statement made Evelyn a little embarrassed.

But...monsters?