Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Mori Yuesa lowered her head and stared at her feet. She was addicted to the fighting between her left foot and right foot.

"Why are you looking at me?" She asked faintly, "Haven't you already made your decision, Imhotep?"

This handsome man who always maintained his noble, mysterious, steady and mature appearance finally showed an embarrassed look on his face...

This embarrassment made Nagini, who had a look on her face saying "I don't know what you did, but the master is not happy that you died", become ferocious: the woman slowly turned around, stared at Imhotep, and quietly pulled out the dagger from her waist.

"I'm really sorry, Master..." Imhotep clasped his hands together and bowed: "I can't trust the gods now. Their promises are like the sandbanks beside the Nile River. Everything written on them can't even withstand the rise and fall of the tides..."

"Then do you believe me?" The girl bit her index finger nonchalantly, her two little feet fighting fiercely.

"Before Ansuna is resurrected, I can't trust anyone..." Imhotep looked at Mori Yuesha who ignored him with some guilt: "But I will definitely give you more trust than them..."

After all, when he had nowhere else to go, this beautiful wizard risked going to war with the gods and agreed to take him in.

This made Imhotep feel guilty about his concealment and willfulness.

"So you're going to tell me now?"

"Yes, sir, I plan to use her as a sacrifice to resurrect Ansuna." Imhotep looked behind him and saw Afaf still wailing hysterically.

"This is not in line with the deal, you know?" Mori Yuesha bowed her head calmly: "What we said is: when you find Bastet's box and help me find the dragon..."

"Lady Bastet may not care about me." Imhotep smiled bitterly: "I came from the underworld because of your call."

"When the time comes, Anubis, who failed to seize the divine box, will take back my soul."

Mori Yuesha nodded, and with a "snap" she flicked her bitten index finger, and the war between the two little feet was about to end.

"It's a reasonable proposal, I don't mind it."

"Anyway, she's not pretty, so there's no point in talking about anything."

Speaking of his lover, Imhotep raised his head proudly, with confidence and determination in his deep eyes: "She is the most beautiful woman in all of Egypt!"

The left foot won the fight.

Mori Yuesha grinned triumphantly. Nagini, who was standing beside her, had already quietly picked up the girl's broken high heels and was half-kneeling in front of the jewelry cabinet.

She held it up, and her cold fingers made the palm-sized little feet shrink.

“Congratulations on your victory.”

She put on shoes for her master, stood up, and glared at him coldly while seeing Imhotep's complicated and...strange expression.

A cunning bald man.

Chapter 63 Resurrection of Lover

Mr. Sheikh's residence, living room on the first floor.

The sound of clanging and banging continued to come from the second floor.

"Can't you just ask him to be quiet?" Nagini whispered to Arrietty. She had already noticed Mori Yuesha frowning twice.

Arrietty rolled her eyes. "If I put a needle in your body every day, you'd be like this, too."

"Everything is the instruction of Her Majesty the Queen. You can talk to the Queen yourself."

The little goblin didn't buy it. It jumped up, broke away from Nagini's hand, and returned to Mori Yuesha's head.

Mori Yuesa smiled as she watched Nagini quietly shake her head.

"What else do we need?"

The carpet on the first floor was rolled up by several people and placed vertically against the wall. All the tables, chairs and other items were thrown into the yard. Now, the first floor of the house was empty.

In addition to the thick white columnar candles all over the floor and a few scattered dazed scarabs, there were words and lines drawn with Afafu's blood.

The lines are intricately entangled in the center of the living room, and become sparser and thinner as they spread outward, extending all the way to the walls, along the wall lamps, and up to the ceiling.

Characters were drawn on Afaf's body one by one. The woman whimpered through her blocked mouth and struggled frantically.

"We can't use this room anymore," Mori Yuesa stood aside holding a teacup, and Nagini was waiting on the side with a white porcelain plate. When Mori Yuesa finished drinking, she would hold up the teacup and help her fill it again.

"Thank goodness the ceremony wasn't held at my house."

The octagonal box was inserted into the cold and heavy iron book, the metal chain twisted, and a page was turned.

Imhotep waved his arm, and the white candles around them burst into flames with a bang, and orange flames formed a perfect circle around them.

The ceremony is about to begin.

"Please help me." Imhotep held the Black Book of the Undead solemnly. After Sen Yuesha jumped into the inner circle, the burly man who was much taller than Sen Yuesha slowly half-knelt in front of the girl.

——Mori Yuesa suddenly realized that there were quite a lot of people kneeling to her recently.

The man held up the Black Book of the Dead and raised it above his head respectfully.

"You have the authority to ignore Anubis' seal and allow Ansuna's soul to pass through the gates of Hades."

"From now on, everything we have will belong to you."

The candle flame began to tilt. In the windless residence, Afafu seemed to have guessed her own fate and pointed at Mori Yuesha with a twisted finger.

Hatred and pain filled his eyes.

This did not stop Mori Yuesha from happily taking the Black Book of the Dead.

"This one?"

When the girl's fingers touched the engraved words on the iron page, the room suddenly became quiet. The flame returned to normal, burning straight up; the strange sound of the wind also disappeared.

In Imhotep's perception, the cold and repulsive force was as surging and desperate as a flood, overwhelming the Black Scripture of the Undead!

Then, after Mori Yuesha took over——

Layers of cracks cut through them.

It sounded like the breaking of brittle metal, or the explosion of shattering glass; crackling, cracks appeared in sections and surfaces around Sen Yuesha, and the white malice uttered harsh curses and disappeared in an instant.

The shock waves of space and dimension shattered everything.

Although Imhotep didn't quite understand the meaning of the dimension, he knew that the girl in front of him won.

Mori Yuesa blinked.

"I feel rejected?" She tilted her head to look behind Imhotep, then raised her head to look around: "Something just came here."

"You won." Imhotep nodded humbly. After thinking for a moment, the man added, "You will continue to win."

A thin vertical pupil appeared in Nagini's eyeball.

"Do you know how I feel now?" Arrietty, who was entrusted to Nagini, was sitting cross-legged on top of the woman, with her back leaning against the satin fan.

"So, put yourself in their shoes, little snake."

Nagini ignored this stupid goblin who was at the bottom of the class.

"Let's start?" Mori Yuesha cleared her throat several times and pressed her fingers on the hieroglyphs on the iron page. The transformed words appeared clearly in the girl's mind one by one.

The only voice in the empty room was the girl's.

'The waters of the Styx are boiling.'

'Where the sun doesn't shine.'

'The blood of fate.'

'The Moon that gathers spirits.'

The gust of wind appeared again with a whoosh!

Unlike the angry howl just now, this time, all the whispers and thoughts were blocked out: it was as if an invisible force emanated from Mori Yuesha's body, silently exploding a layer of lightning and fire on another level.

The cold malice was easily pushed aside.

'The surface of the water is the entrance to the living.'

'Underwater is the eternity of the dead.'

'Return.'

'The eyes of the dead will look upon my world.'

A stream of black liquid slowly precipitated from the center of the blood array...

Then boil!

Bubbling, in Nagini's sight, a few drops of liquid quickly spread across her feet and turned into a sea!

"Owner!"

Mori Yuesha waved her hand.

A thick black color rose and spread, and when it reached above the ankles of the people, it suddenly shrank, and all the water gathered in the circle formed by the candles.

Imhotep took Sen Yuesha out of the magic circle and took out several holy urns from his waist.

It's Ansuna's organs and bone meal.

The high priest raised his hands and began to chant an ancient language that Nagini could not understand; the holy urns were also unscrewed by an invisible hand, and strips of light gray powder floated out from inside.

They were scattered into the black stream.

"what…"

"hiss…"

"Ha ha ha ha…"

Men and women, and perhaps inhuman wails and screams, piercing from the bottom of the water. Human hands, monster claws, bandaged heads, crocodile snouts, countless undead trying to break through the Styx and descend into this world.

"Anck Su Namun!"

"Anck Su Namun!!"

While calling his lover's name, Imhotep walked to the side of the sacrifice and looked down at Afaf.

He looked at it for a long time before picking up the dagger from beside the candle.

The sharp blade pointed downward, aiming at Afaf's abdomen.

"You will die forever and return to the River Styx."

"And my love... will be resurrected through your body!"

“Anck Su Namun!!!”

The dagger stabbed suddenly!

puff.

Afafu stared at Imhotep in a daze, a blood flower bloomed from her abdomen, spreading out bit by bit. The blood drew an abnormal arc and merged with the black and swirling water of the Styx.

The wailing and screaming faded away, and a black figure wrapped in the water slowly emerged from the water: there was no light in her holey eyes, but as if following instinct, she followed Afaf's blood and crawled very slowly towards the dying woman.

Black fluid seeped into the body.

Attach and integrate.

Afafu's face and body shape also slowly changed.

She grew shiny black hair, smooth and soft; her nose became straight and high; her skin began to darken until it was light brown like Imhotep; the corners of her eyes were raised and her eyebrows were thin and long.

Golden patterns were branded on the woman's body.

The limbs become slender.

"Anck Su Namun..." Imhotep touched his lover's face tenderly...

She has come back.

Chapter64 Magical device!

Ansuna opened her eyes.