Chapter 159 London, night curtain

"First, since Horus is not just Horus, and Seth is not just Seth. Then we must be wary of other forces outside Egypt with mythological background. At present, the one who is most likely to become our enemy is naturally Seth's followers."

"And I found an interesting thing... In mythology, the oldest original texts of vampires actually come from Seth. In their oldest period, they refer to the withered corpses crawling out of the sand dunes. As for the descendants of Cain, it comes from some kind of running game setting in the 1990s."

"Of course, the latter may not be wrong in this world. Horus can be Yawei, and Seth may not be Cain. As long as we analyze the current world situation, we can know that England, a place where Protestantism is prevalent, is a major suspect. In addition, the orientation of modern popular culture and what we have observed before, the fleet of fairy knights covered by fog from the so-called Avalon Parliament... then there is a certain possibility."

"Set's followers are now in England, in London."

"And it's interesting that O'Connor and Evelyn are now in London - although O'Connor's fate in charge of the Spear of Judgment has been transferred, the place where the Scorpion Emperor bracelet is still in Evelyn's dream of previous life. Then, I guess, when Evelyn follows the guidance of the dream and heads to the place where the bracelet is settled, whether we are ready or not, the test will begin. The vampires located in England will replace Imoton in the plot and become our obstacle."

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——‘Evelyn, wake up.’

Evelyn opened her eyes silently and breathed lightly - she had a dream, and the dream was blurred. Looking beside her, her husband O'Connor and her seven-year-old child Alex were both in a dream. And across the bed, the gorgeous clock pointed to the area at about three o'clock in the morning.

The group of monsters eight years ago bought the Undead Black Sutra with hundreds of kilograms of gold and jewelry, and this wealth was enough for her and O'Connor to buy a gorgeous mansion in London and live a luxurious life until they die.

Direct response.

Familiar voice, female voice. Lan Zhan's voice.

——‘Evelyn, go to the balcony.’

Human voices are accompanied by bloody mist.

And the moment O'Connor and others rushed out of the mansion, the windows upstairs made a broken sound.

"Eve! It's okay, it's okay." Her husband hugged her hard, and her eyes turned straight to the wall clock in the room. The interweaving of the hour and minute hands pointed to the three o'clock area.

"I don't understand what you are talking about?" Evelyn was confused when she heard the woman's words. But the keywords inside were finally captured by her.

"Evelyn! O'Connor! Tell the secret of the Scorpion King!"

The next moment, the woman's body dissipated like smoke. A dark shadow with a strong bloody smell came from the night sky outside the balcony, and passed through the dispersed smoke, like a beast, knocking Evelyn to the ground!

The man subconsciously blocked his wife.

She planned to change her clothes and go to the balcony to get some breath.

The movement of changing clothes suddenly froze. Some urgency that burst out from the depths of her heart subconsciously accelerated the speed. She shortened the time for changing women, even pajamas, to two minutes, which originally took at least ten minutes to end.

Behind the torn door, the body is exposed.

There are many kinds of fairies, not all fairies, they have graceful figures and petite figures.

O'Connor no longer hesitated, and he pushed his wife and ran downstairs.

The plasma bursting everywhere splashed his head and face.

'boom--!'

"Wait. Are you talking about dreams? Are you referring to my recent dream? What happened thirty days and nights ago?"

'puff--!'

Their eyes burst out with red light, and their eyes suddenly locked Evelyn and others.

"Don't come! Don't come!" She let out a sharp and shrill scream unique to women. Amid her screams, O'Connor and the little Alex were also awakened.

The sound of collision and fighting came from the bedroom, and then it soon turned into an angry roar when fooled. Things like illusions delayed the monsters that arrived later. The archaeological couple could only escape with their children as quickly as possible.

A series of questions were spit out of Evelyn's mouth. The woman standing on the balcony gave no response.

"Ah!" Evelyn jumped up from the bed, and her head almost hit the top of the ceiling.

"It's you... it's you!?" She recognized her, she knew her. The woman leaning against the balcony fence had an oriental name called Lan Zhan. She was one of the group of weirdos eight years ago!

"It seems that your dream has not been finished yet." One of the weirdos looked at her and made a sigh. "I knew everything wouldn't be so easy. You are so unfortunate that you are going to get involved in a war. But... this may be some kind of luck for you?"

But the next moment...

Dreams are always blurry. Every time she wants to carefully see the details around her. Every time, she cannot successfully touch the end point, but can get closer. Two days ago, she finally saw the patterns on the treasure chest, which seemed to be a scorpion. And her style comes from ancient Egypt.

Behind the torn door, make a sound.

So she had to try every means to send a telegram to the only person in Egypt who might be aware of the information and had some friendship with her. The telegram was sent to the gravekeeper in the morning, and the reply was received in the afternoon.

O'Connor responded to it with the shotgun trigger.

"You will know soon." The woman shook her head. "And... after waking up, she escaped through the door to the right."

"Go to the other side!" She did not say 'right', but pointed to the door on the right. Just as she hugged Alex and opened the door, the door on the other side of the bedroom was also torn apart by something like a sharp claw!

‘Boom-!’ The balcony outside the living room made a sound of the thick wooden door being smashed. Without hesitation, he grabbed an unsucked shotgun from the cabinet beside the bed.

A heavy object fell from outside the balcony.

She soon discovered the legend of the Scorpion King. Then she immediately noticed the bracelet that was the treasure of the Scorpion King. Then, she studied the treasure land of the Scorpion King and made some preliminary results.

"What?" Evelyn made a puzzled voice.

——‘There are many more behind.’

Iron sand splashed, and a blood mist burst out from the monster's body. However, this mortal gun could only stagger. It waved its sharp and huge claws and grabbed O'Connor in an angry roar.

--'hurry up.'

They caught a gap, which was a phantom that only they could see.

A voice.

Ancient Egypt, Scorpion - the target directly pointed to was Selket, the goddess of Scorpion. She was also one of the faces of Isis, the goddess of life. She once investigated in this direction, but the results were always unsatisfactory.

And Evelyn already carried Alex on her shoulders.

Then, open your bloody mouth!

"Evelyn!"

And the next moment—

She walked out of the bedroom and walked through the vast hall. The moment she pushed open the balcony door, a very strange but unforgettable face appeared in front of her.

The window was smashed, and the huge shadows waving their wings revealed traces. They looked like two human-shaped bats that looked like living people... no, even larger than living people. And they crashed into the ground not far away, and their waving claws seemed to be trying to catch something into their hands.

"Let's go!" The action of the bullet was still neat even though he had not used any force for many years.

O'Connor was about to refute that he had just organized language in his heart to deal with his overly nervous partner.

Evelyn was not very understandable. But this at least shows that the gravekeeper is indeed aware of what happened to him. After thinking about this, Evelyn's thinking changed. She no longer stared at myths and legends, but was searching for the treasures of the tombs. In short, she was a group of people who were dealing with the graves and searching for them.

——‘Go quickly.’

The monster turned into cookies and into pieces.

"Run! Run! A monster is coming to catch us!" Evelyn shouted loudly, and actually used more strength than her husband to drag the guy under the bed. She hugged her child with one hand and then looked at the door and window on the right side of the bedroom. "It was eight years ago! The group of people from eight years ago told us that a monster came to the door!"

The voice was not too fast and the two people holding the child were out of breath.

"I seemed to have the same dream again." Evelyn got up and gently pushed her husband, who was motionless like a dead pig. And she had to give up.

run.

But Evelyn didn't want to live a leisurely life always - she longed for adventure and excitement.

——‘Don’t bring anything, just rush to the street’

The monster's movement suddenly froze, and then black and red blood foam overflowed from his eye sockets. Invisible power broke through the air, destroying its thinking and brain.

It is not the first time that dreams have been made. Since a month ago, she has always dreamed of some strange things, vague, but familiar. She dreamed that she was wearing gorgeous ancient clothes and lying in a huge tomb with a treasure chest.

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[Fate has begun to rotate thirty days and nights ago. Those who no longer have a mission, you just need to wait for good news.]

It just needs a little field investigation and exploration...

Three o'clock, two minutes...three minutes! The screaming sound will make the attacker reveal his body in advance.

The monster's body looked like an upright strong beast, with no hair on its skin and sharp ears as sharp as a goblin.

The huge golden giant eight years ago appeared in front of the two of them and stepped on the wreckage of the monster.

"I've been missing for a long time, two."

In the distance, the howling and hissing of monsters suddenly came.

Night security in London...is pretty good.
Chapter completed!