Chapter 593

When he came to the downstairs of the Book Museum, Hong Fan took Chen ang and hid in the alley. As soon as he wanted to climb up, he was stopped by Chen ang.

"The old curator is not that simple. According to the information I have obtained, he can open such a large museum in Cairo, a backward and chaotic colonial country, but not only on the face of officials. In fact, all the people in Cairo know that the museum can't afford to be provoked, so it is full of ancient Egyptian cultural relics, and no one dares to do anything."

"It's the garrison troops who solve the trouble!" Hong Fan thought it was normal. Of course, the garrison troops will not fight the world only by armed forces, as in the original plot. In fact, as deep-rooted local snakes here, their energy is amazing.

A facade like a museum will certainly not be harassed by those unscrupulous hooligans.

"But in some cases, the guards of the mausoleum can't help. A few years ago, a group of bandits planned to loot here at night. They planned to do this, so they ran away. Naturally, they wouldn't taboo anything. But after they touched it, they disappeared into the museum, and there was only the old curator." Chen ang said a piece of information he confirmed.

Hong Fan also noticed the information contained in the intelligence, and his face changed: "you mean the old librarian's idea?"

Chen ang and Hong Fan looked at each other and had a dispute in their hearts. Hong Fan said, "since there are spells in the mummy world, it will naturally have a harmonious world outlook. We knew when we did fan Xinhai's task in the past that if there are supernatural forces in the current task world, the relationship between the plot characters we contact will never be as simple as that in the film."

"Especially when we meet a little noble, we have Knight blood. If we meet people from the Holy See, we will be able to master divine arts. Since imodon knows magic and divine arts, as a Pharaoh, it is strange that he has no supernatural inheritance to prevent his resurrection." Hong Fan has understood Chen Ang's meaning and nodded.

Hong Fan pasted it on the outer wall of the museum, climbed the fingertips of the wall edge, and made himself pass the wall lightly. His steps were as light and silent as a cat. Chen ang looked at his back and looked thoughtfully: "this skill is the assassin's foot steps of the assassin in the assassin's Creed. Falling from a high place will not cause great damage, and there will be no footsteps when sneaking."

Hong Fan didn't wear the classic Hoodie, but it can still be seen from his dress that he is a kind of attack that tends to be agile, can attack when necessary, and does a lot of damage as usual.

Although the soft armor increases some weight, it also greatly strengthens the defense, which shows that he often has to fight closely with the enemy, and the excellent design allows the soft armor to avoid affecting the flexibility of the body to the greatest extent. It can be seen that he relies on dexterity and agility to fight, and his steps from time to time also show his good frontal combat ability.

On the whole, it is close to the fighting mode of Xiake and assassin. It is good at sneaking into the battle. In front battle, it relies on step evasion and agility to avoid damage. It mainly focuses on wandering.

Hong Fan didn't know that Chen ang only saw so much from his clothes. He quietly came to the windowsill of the museum area, gently picked it with the dagger in his right hand, opened the window door, turned over and entered. Chen ang saw him enter the museum area and gently pressed it on the stone wall, just like a clever swallow attached to the eaves.

With his right hand, he absorbed the sound of the window opening and closing into his palm. Chen ang touched the museum from the second floor.

Hong Fan was stunned when he saw it. Chen ang easily locked the position of the curator. He silently observed everything against a shadow. The curator's office area was not small, and there was only one entrance and exit, and the windows were tightly closed. The lights in the room were bright, so he didn't give people like Hong Fan a chance.

Chen ang sighed secretly when he saw this. He knew too well what kind of fighting methods professionals like Hong Fan would use.

Sure enough, with the light sound of metal knocking, the curator sitting at the desk suddenly became alert. He shouted, "Evelyn?" there was no answer in the exhibition hall. The curator said to himself, "Evelyn should go to bed! It's almost dawn now. It won't be those thieves again!"

The curator picked up the hardwood crutch next to him and cautiously touched out the door.

Hong Fan's shadow slowly fell behind the curator. His steps were unusually dexterous. When his body was still, it seemed to be integrated with the surrounding environment. Chen ang recognized that his stealth skills had reached at least three and learned an additional chameleon skill. When he shot, his attack was like lightning and pounded the back of the curator's head with a dagger handle.

Stun: stun the enemy, making him temporarily unable to participate in the battle.

But Hong Fan was still careless. Chen ang never ignored the lapis lazuli eyes of the nearby Eagle Head statue. When the curator picked up the walking stick, a thin layer of light appeared on the surface of its gem eye.

The stone carvings of the dog headed warrior standing next to them moved boldly. They held spears and crossed to block Hong Fan's attack route. The curator hurriedly ran a few steps to a pottery urn. He grabbed a handful of spice powder from inside with his left hand, took out a papyrus from his right hand, shook it away, and read, "sleepers, please wake up! Protect your master!"

Then he sprinkled spices on the mummy in the coffin next to him, and immediately stopped Hong Fan's two stone statues from flashing blue flames with Obsidian inlaid eyes. With their more and more agile skills, their wisdom to deal with the enemy also increased greatly.

Hong Fan's right palm was snapped with the sound of wind and thunder, breaking the arm of the huge stone statue to the ground, but the curator was getting farther and farther away from him. In the sarcophagus between them, two dry mummies struggled to climb out. The salted shell linen bandage was very tough, and the dagger stabbed by Hong Fan's right hand could not cause damaging damage.

The old librarian kept calling flies and locusts to attack Hong Fan's eyes while dragging himself to run. Finally, he pushed a dried up crocodile mummy to the ground and used a spell to summon a small stream of yellow sand to control the wind and sand to cover Hong Fan's sight. He fled outside the door under the escort of another mummy.

When the curator took the opportunity to run out of the door with the mummy, he saw someone in front of him blocking his way.

"Go up and kill them!" the curator pointed at the mummy.

With a crash, the curator's papyrus was smashed by bullets. One turned and blocked the mummy's attack route with the curator's body. Chen ang calmly took the trigger to make the sound clear to the curator. Without him saying more, the curator raised his hand obediently until Hong Fan got rid of the harassment and rushed out of the museum, Chen ang is already collecting the talisman carried by the curator.

Chen ang took off the necklace of animal teeth, a specimen of scarab, a bronze Dog Statue and a gold Cobra bracelet from the curator's neck and pocket.

"Hey!" the curator stopped, "don't touch that, will you? It's a gift from my daughter."

Chen ang held the exquisite Cobra Bracelet in front of the curator, let him see the clear small scales on it, and then asked him, "your daughter gave you a snake spell amulet as a gift?" he pinched the head of the cobra bracelet with two fingers, so that the curator could see the blue venom inside.

"I don't think anyone would like to let it close? Except its owner."