Outside the dead city of Cairo, near the intersection of the main street.

There are some stalls selling flowers and green branches, which are very similar to the customs of China. They worship ancestors here, and they are also used to placing flowers.

At the entrance of the city of the dead, there are also strings that are pulled up, hanging on them similar to the paper money that Chinese people use for funerals.

But these paper money are not round, but rectangular white paper-cuts about twenty centimeters in size.

Standing in front of these white paper-cuts, Laura looked curiously at this mausoleum area where the living and the dead live together through the thin line.

"As an archaeologist, have you never been here before?" Clark asked.

"No," Laura shook her head, "Although I've been to Cairo before, I mostly went to the museum and the pyramids, and I haven't been here."

"Understandable," Clark nodded. "As a beautiful lady, I really don't recommend you come here."

When Laura heard Clark's compliment, the corners of her mouth twitched subconsciously.

"In fact, tourists who like to seek excitement will not come here casually.

Although it is also one of the characteristics of Cairo, it is more representative of Egyptian culture than those ancient pyramids. "

At this time, they had already crossed the dividing line just now and walked on the empty streets of "City of the Dead".

On both sides of the road, there is stench of household garbage. Like other poor areas in Cairo, it is also dirty, with cats and dogs wandering.

It's just that the streets here are narrower and more cluttered. There are neither street name signs, nor personnel instructions and road signs. There are only labyrinth-like streets and alleys, which are empty under the scorching sun.

"It's like a modern pyramid, if I say it."

Clark carefully took them away from the filth beneath his feet.

"The entire 'City of the Dead' is home to more than one million Egyptians, where the living and the dead live together, and emerging religions and traditional cultures are mixed.

The **** of the modern city is thus discarded here, along with the shadows buried under the light of this country. "

The arrival of one big, three small and four people seems to have attracted the attention of the local residents.

Hermione noticed that behind those half-closed doors and windows, there were always some people who were watching them secretly with very strange eyes.

"But like Rio's slums, this is not a place tourists want to set foot in, no matter how special it is. They would rather stay in a palatial hotel than here."

Clark deliberately lowered his voice, "After all, the gangsters in the slums are not very particular, and there are always some desperate lunatics who will do unreasonable things."

"Since the ruler of the slum is a gangster!" Laura looked at the situation around her, touched her belt subconsciously with her right hand, and said solemnly, "Who is the ruler here?"

"That's a more dangerous existence than the gang!" Clark sighed.

"After all, gangsters also want to pursue interests, and they don't want to live in such a place that is not beneficial and full of bad luck.

Who wants to live with the dead except those who really have nothing. "

"Who?" Hermione answered.

"Of course only the madmen of voodoo would be happy to be here.

Although there is also the existence of the Waggadu School of Magic in this land of Africa, the power of the group of voodoo wizards is also very large.

After all, the more a place full of war, ignorance and death, the more suitable it is for those dark wizards to grow up.

Therefore, the entire Cairo City of the Dead can be regarded as a paradise for voodoo wizards.

They believe that living in such a place where the boundaries between life and death are blurred can better communicate with the souls of the dead, which can make their mana more powerful. "

As if to verify Clark's words, in the shadows of the surrounding streets, some weird characters with painted faces and skinny bodies began to appear.

Clark, Hermione and the others had to show the wands around their waists, which deterred these guys who were about to move.

"Come on, I always feel uncomfortable being here."

Laura rubbed her arm and complained, even though the sun above her head was dazzlingly bright, she still felt that there was a chill around her, looking for a space to get into her body.

Clark nodded, scanning the surrounding buildings.

Since it is a "city of the dead", the buildings on both sides of these streets are naturally tomb houses.

However, unlike ordinary tomb houses, the tomb houses here are built according to the style of folk houses.

A small tomb house, with a courtyard surrounded by walls, houses and tombs, and even a gate for the living to enter and exit.

However, unlike those unfinished buildings in the center of Cairo, the tombs here are sealed, and most of them have only one or two floors, which is particularly low.

On the walls beside the gates of these tomb houses, the name of the tomb owner and the serial number of the tomb house are also engraved. As for the coffin and bones of the owner of the tomb house, they are naturally buried under the tomb chamber.

Clark introduced to Laura and the others while looking at the street signs at the entrance of these tombs, looking for his target.

"Don't look at this as a tomb area. For those voodoo voodoo wizards, there are actually very rich treasures buried underground here!"

Clark's words made the three of them stunned for a moment, but Laura finally came to the conclusion, "You mean...they still rob tombs?"

"Otherwise, you wouldn't think those people came to do charity, would you?

The reason why those rich people made the tombs like this and hired tomb keepers, in addition to driving away the poor who had nothing, was also responsible for guarding the remains of relatives and funerary objects in the catacombs.

And those voodoo voodoo wizards just took a fancy to this.

The underground here is rich in corpse resources, as well as rich funerary items that can be made into spell items and spell casting materials, which have been infused with death and yin all year round.

For voodoo wizards, these are the real treasures. "

Clark stopped in front of a more opulent tomb, "Okay, here we are."

At this time, the dangerous gazes that had been spying on them behind him disappeared all of a sudden. It seemed that the tomb in front of them was a very dangerous place.

Laura looked at the house number with the name of the owner of the tomb in front of her and asked curiously.

"Actually, I'm very curious. How did you know this knowledge at a young age? Could that magic school still teach you these things?"

Clark smiled.

"Of course not, but compared to the noble Earl Crawford, perhaps I can go deeper into the grassroots.

After all, these secret gossips are generally only engraved in the shadows of the city, and they can only be understood when they are close to here. "

Laura frowned when she heard this, "How do you know me..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Clark knocked on the door of the tomb.

Without making them wait long, almost immediately, a voice with a West African tribal accent asked in English warily, "Who?"

"Introduced by a friend, come and buy something." Clark said in a deliberately low voice.

The people in the tomb were silent for a while, and then they heard the sound of a chair mopping the floor.

The man approached the door and whispered, "Who introduced you?"

"Ulysses Crowe!"

With a click, the door was opened inwards, but it was dark inside, and it was impossible to see what was inside when standing outside.

Clark walked in first, then Neville and Laura.

Everyone filed in, Hermione was the last to close the door, and the tomb was under her feet, so the whole house was very dark, and the only light source was an oil lamp in the corner.

With the help of the only light source at this point, they could clearly see the current occupants of this tomb.

It was a very thin black man with all kinds of strange and disgusting voodoo magic materials all over his body, including various bones and instruments taken from corpses

Clark took a seat and sat down, facing the voodoo wizard's face.

The man looked at Clark's immature face, frowned at first, and then asked blankly, "Ulysses Crow introduced you here? That liar, thief, smuggler, what do you want to buy?"

Clark didn't answer him, but instead asked: "I heard Ulysses Crow say that you have sold him a batch of ancient Egyptian artifacts, and you have also asked him to buy a batch of arms, saying that they were used against Some large tribe in the desert?"

The voodoo wizard stared at him impatiently, "What does that have to do with you?"

Saying that, he seemed to have thought of something, and looked at the four of Clark with a disgusted expression, "You wouldn't want that kind of metal like that guy, would you?"

"It's absolutely impossible. Those are the treasures of our Africans, those that Ulysses Crow stole, haven't we settled with him?"

Following the threatening words of the voodoo wizard, some scorpions, spiders and venomous snakes suddenly emerge from the shadows of the burial chamber, startling Laura.

Clark turned a blind eye to these, as if not afraid at all, just waved his hand.

"No, no, no! I have no intention of interfering in your dispute about a certain metal mineral, just a little interest in an ancient tribe in the Egyptian desert."

However, the voodoo wizard didn't believe his words very much, and said, "Little guy, there are many nomadic tribes in the Egyptian desert, I don't know which one you are talking about!"

While saying this, his eyes were still moving on the faces of Clark and the others, as if he wanted to find a flaw.

Clark's heart was also a little unhappy at this time. He found that from the time he entered the door, the voodoo wizard had a problem with their attitude.

"But there aren't many large nomadic tribes that are not known to the Egyptian government, are they?

You voodoo wizards also master the magic of driving insects and beasts. Unless you are dealing with a large tribe of more than a thousand people, you will not buy ordinary people's weapons. "

Clark said with certainty.

"It turns out that you are eyeing that one!" The voodoo wizard suddenly reacted.

He sneered at Clark, "But why should I tell you?"

"Looks like you really know." Clark reluctantly spread his hands.

"Actually, as British people, we just want to loot the great ruins of your country... ah no, it's just expedition and archaeology.

If you don't believe me, we still have the most powerful archaeologists in the British Empire. "

Laura glared at him displeased when she heard this, but Clark pretended not to see it.

"You must know that your cultural relics protection technology is not yet developed. Those ancient cultural relics are very precious and fragile. Only we can help you take good care of them."

"Hypocritical English!" The voodoo wizard almost slapped the table. "This is Egypt, not England. If I say I don't know, what can you do to me."

Following his words, the scorpions, spiders and poisonous snakes on the ground began to approach Clark and the others.

"Then I'll help you recall." Clark just said calmly, and then took out a silver-white pistol from under his robe, aimed at the voodoo wizard's chest, and pulled the trigger.

boom!

The loud gunshots startled Laura, but Hermione and Neville seemed to have expected such a scene, and immediately followed suit.

【Da Song's Tempering Prison】!

The magic book in Hermione's hand opened to the page that recorded the magic, and the extreme cold and freezing air spread out in a ring around the four people under her control.

Those scorpions, spiders and poisonous snakes on the ground were instantly frozen into popsicles in such a low temperature climate that Egypt had never had before.

At this time, Neville had already pulled out his short sword and rushed towards the voodoo wizard who was hit by Clark's magic bullet.

Different from the information that ordinary people get from film and television dramas, the power of bullets is actually very great.

Those who have been shot a lot and still fight back and forth with the enemy can only happen to the protagonist of the movie.

As for dodging bullets, that's even more of a fantasy.

Of course, maybe some wizards will have their own resistance fields after receiving a period of training due to the magic of chaos, but the voodoo wizards in front of Clark obviously do not have this ability.

Although they also have the word "Wizard" in their names, their spellcasting methods and power systems have almost nothing to do with Chaos magic.

So the voodoo wizard's chest, without any accident, opened a big **** hole, and his thin body also seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer, and flew out instantly. .

It's just that he was so badly injured that he was still able to speak.

"asshole!"

Appearing with this sentence was the dark grimace that emerged from the bracelet of his bone beads.

The ghost face, which is almost identical to The Scream created by Norwegian painter Edvard Munch, seems to be composed of countless fine dust insects.

They let out a silent howl and rushed towards Clark and others, and the first to bear the brunt was Neville with the sword in his hand.

The distance between the two sides was only a few steps away, and they collided almost instantly.

However, the final result was somewhat beyond the voodoo wizard's expectations.

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