"Di! The World Danger Level assessment has been completed, and the plot and tasks promulgated by the Lord God have been completed simultaneously. This side has a world danger level of 9. Please be careful with the host. ”

Level 9 can be said to be quite dangerous. But for Xue Wusuan's intentions, this danger level seemed to be quite appropriate.

Moreover, the plot and tasks arranged by the main god are also synchronized, combined with some details that the system has detected in advance before, which saves Xue Wushu a lot of effort.

Thinking slightly in his heart, a newly instilled memory of the system came to Xue Wusuan's brain. He also knew what the name of this world was in the eyes of the Lord God.

"The Mummy Returns".

This is a ghost story that takes place in 1933. A strange family of three, who make a living from tomb robbery and archaeology, and live a wealthy life. By chance, a history of gods and ghosts was deliberately concealed by the ancients.

This history says that there was once a powerful emperor in ancient Egypt, nicknamed the Scorpion King. In order to establish a huge demon scorpion empire, the emperor personally marched and launched an invasion from all sides. But in the end, he was defeated by a strong enemy, and the empire collapsed. Fleeing all the way, the followers died one after another, and only the Scorpion King survived to the end.

But no matter how powerful the Scorpion King is, he is just a mortal, and there is only one way to die in the face of the vast desert.

Before he died, the scorpion king was unwilling, and he prayed to the god of death in this world, "Anubis", saying that he was willing to exchange his soul for Anubis, hoping that Anubis would help him defeat the powerful empire that defeated him.

I don't know if it's because he has nothing to do or if there is something strange about the soul of the scorpion king, Anubis agrees to the deal. Not only did he get out of the desert alive, but he also handed over his army to the command of the Scorpion King.

The army of the underworld, this does not need to be thought about and knows that it will definitely not be something that mortals can deal with. Therefore, the Scorpion King easily destroyed the empire that had defeated him. Then, the deal was completed, and the Scorpion King's soul was taken away by Anubis, and the army of the underworld returned to the underworld.

And the plots and tasks assigned by the main god to the reincarnators revolve around the scorpion king and Anubis's army.

Xue Wushu rubbed the ghost head on his cane, and laughed secretly in his heart: I didn't expect that the god of death in this world also likes to make trades, but what does it want the souls of living people to do? As a god of death, aren't the souls under its jurisdiction? Or is the god of death in this world different from what I understand, it is not a god at all, and it can't control the life and death of living beings at all?

The mood is a little messy, these things are not able to be directly figured out by the system, Xue Wusuan can't guess like this. Shaking his head, his mind moved, and Xue Wushu floated down silently. There was no concealment, and it landed straight in the shed built on the edge of the excavation site below.

"Who are you?!"

Xue Wushu's sudden appearance was extremely abrupt and silent, as if he appeared out of thin air, and the people in the shed were startled at once. Those who drew their swords drew their swords, and those who drew their guns drew their guns, and they all pointed at it.

When he came to the shed, Xue Wushu naturally wanted to figure out the two strange books he had just perceived and detected, as well as the jar. As for the woman who was looking at him with a look of surprise, he didn't have much interest, wasn't it just a special soul body that had recovered the memories of his previous life?

"Let's do it!" Xue Wushu lit a cigarette, took a puff, and spit out a cloud of smoke, then smiled and pointed to the two huge books on the table, and said, "Can you show me these two books?"

"Who the hell are you? If you don't say anything, you'll only die!"

It was a sturdy black man who said this. His muscles were coiled, and a ruler-long scimitar in his hand glowed coldly. The killing intent on his body was also rising, and he could see that there was a lot of blood on this person's hands.

"Well, I'm actually a businessman. Come here and see if there's a suitable business to do. Those two books, for example, are good business. And, of course, the lives of all of you are traded. ”

"Shoot!" the black man instinctively felt an aura of extreme danger emanating from the Oriental, who had suddenly appeared in front of him. In the face of danger, he instinctively chose the seemingly safest way: strike first.

"Da ......" The gunshots erupted, and the space in the small shed was almost filled with bullets, converging towards Xue Wusuan.

After all the bullets in one magazine were fired, Xue Wushu had only smoked less than half of the cigarette on his mouth, and the smile on his face had not changed at all. Stretched out two fingers and shook them, and said, "Two choices." One, to make up for your offense to me with your lives, and two, to exchange the two books on the table for half your lives. Take your pick. ”

"You're a wizard from the East?!"

This world is a world of gods and ghosts, and these people are not ordinary people who don't know anything, after seeing that Xue Wushu can ignore the bullet and let the bullet pass directly through his body without being scathed, even his clothes are fine, his first reaction is not "This is impossible", but to conclude that he is a wizard from the East. And wizards are synonymous with people with extraordinary power in this world.

"As I said, I'm a businessman. Now that I've come up with a trading plan, you should be more concerned with how to choose than anything else. My patience is very bad, and if I don't choose again, I will default to your choice of the first one. ”

To Xue Wusuan's surprise, these people who moved towards him had resolute expressions, and none of them opened their mouths to beg for mercy, and their eyes were full of resentment. The black man, in particular, even taunted him, saying, "Bold Oriental, these two books belong to Emmehoe, and you want to get your hands on them, you are killing yourself!"

Well, Xue Wusuan understands that these people are not afraid of death. Then there is nothing to say, the last thing he is afraid of is killing.

"Bang ......"

As soon as the black man's voice fell, the heads suddenly exploded like fireworks. Blood and broken bones splattered everywhere in the shed. All the people who shot at Xue Wushu just now blew up their heads at the same time, including the black man.

And that's when something strange happened.

Xue Wusuan saw that the souls of the dozen or so people who died had just come out of the flesh, and he was immediately sucked by the formation under this side, and quickly pulled it down, curious, and immediately followed, and was surprised to find that these newly dead souls were actually like feed, and after being pulled down by the formation, they were immediately divided and eaten by the old ghosts below who didn't know how long they had been trapped, and there was no scum left after the blink of an eye.

"Could it be that I guessed wrong? The formation below is not to imprison them, but to keep them? Why?"

Xue Wushu thought as his heart moved, and he fixed the woman who was about to flee here with two books. Then he raised his hand and sucked the two books into his hands.

"Tick! Discover the Bible of the Dead, a compilation of ghost arts from five to six grades. Discover, the Golden Sutra of the Sun, a compilation of five to six grades of evil arts. As a special reminder, this item belongs to the owner and cannot be recycled. ”

Is there a lord? So, the owner of this thing is not the one who just died? Is it true, as the said, that the owner of this thing is the man named "Emmehoe"?

According to the system and the main god's plot information, this Emmeho is long dead, still waiting to be resurrected by his followers. A dead man can have ownership, and he can have control over these two books? What the hell is the system?

Curious, Xue Wusuan opened the two books, but there was only a spell written in ancient Egyptian characters on them, and there was not a single word on the rest. There seems to be a force that obscures all but this spell. I want to break it, but I'm worried about damaging the words underneath the cover.

The spell seems to be used to hook the soul, and has a very magical power. But this didn't mean much to Xue Wusuan, and it was still those hidden ghost arts and evil arts that were useful.

"System, what's going on?"

"Di! This thing is a soul refining thing, unless the original owner or the original owner's soul is scattered, it is impossible to find out the content of this thing and forcibly unravel it, and the integrity of this thing cannot be guaranteed with the current strength of the host. ”

Xue Wusuan cursed in his heart, then turned his head to look at the woman who was in his form and asked, "I know that you have recovered the memory of your previous life." So can you tell me, where is Emmeho now?"