The tattooed man pulled out his scimitar, got off his horse, and walked to Wang Bo, "Battle me, I can admit that you have the qualifications to protect the Black Sutra of the Dead, and you can take the Black Sutra of the Dead away."

Wang Bo did not refuse the challenge of the tattoo man, but turned over and dismounted, and tried his best.

"You're sure you want to challenge me."

"Yes."

"If I win you, I can take away the Black Sutra of the Undead, and you won't continue to get entangled."

"The warrior who defeats me will naturally have the Black Sutra of the Undead." The tattooed man said for granted. "And if you can defeat me means you are more qualified to keep the Black Sutra of the Undead than me."

"Okay, come up."

Wang Bo hooked up at the tattoo man.

The tattooed man nodded, suddenly exerted force under his feet, and approached Wang Bo in an instant. His right hand was like a spring installed, and it popped out in an instant. The scimitar in his hand slashed towards Wang Bo's neck like a bolt of lightning.

This sword is like a tiger coming out of the box, and a green dragon coming out of the hole, which is amazingly fast.

The sharp blade cut through the air in an instant, making a sharp howling sound, like the god of death's crazy laugh.

But the next second...

bump!

A muffled sound came, and everyone felt a flash in front of them. They saw the tattooed man flying backwards like a cannonball. After flying for more than ten meters, they fell into the desert in a mess, dragging out a conspicuous gully.

Wang Bo took back his fist in an understatement and said, "I won, right?"

The tattooed man lowered his head, the scimitar in his hand was broken, and the clothes on his chest were burned by an invisible force, forming a fist mark.

"I lost."

The tattooed man struggled to stand up. Although he felt soft all over, his bones were not broken, which made him even more admire Wang Bo's strength. He punched himself more than ten meters away with one punch, and he could also ensure that he was not injured. He was convinced of such strength and skills.

"You are more qualified to keep the Black Sutra of the Undead than me. I also believe that as long as the Black Sutra of the Undead is in your hands, the monster will not be resurrected."

"Thank you for the praise." Wang Bo smiled slightly.

If he hadn't learned Ripple Qigong last night, he wouldn't have done this. With his strength, he could certainly hit the tattooed man, but he could not guarantee that the other party would not be injured.

Even the moment he punched the other person, he beat him to death.

The tattooed man staggered back, threw away the scimitar in his hand, turned over the horse, looked at Wang Bo deeply, and said, "Let's go."

Then, he left like a whirlwind with his descendants of the guards.

In terms of number of people, he is no match for the enemy.

In terms of force, he was even defeated with one move.

What else can he do besides leaving here in shame? Could it be that he really wants to rush forward and die bravely? Although he is not afraid of death, he is not willing to die so worthless.

After the descendants of the Guards left, O'Connor, Evelyn and others couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Jonathan covered his heart and said, "Do you know, I was almost scared to death just now, and I thought I was going to be finished."

O'Connor nodded in agreement, "I thought we would be beaten into a hornet's nest."

After Wang Bo got on the horse, he lifted the spell and Anubis's soldiers turned into a pile of yellow sand and merged into the desert.

Evelyn asked curiously: "This is also the spell recorded in the Black Sutra of the Undead?"

"Yes." Wang Bo said.

"It's incredible." Evelyn exclaimed.

"Yes, I think so too," O'Connor said. "But should we leave here immediately? After all, this is not a good place. If those people go back on their word, we will be in greater trouble."

Jonathan nodded repeatedly, and he thought so too.

But in fact, this is totally overthinking.

The tattoo man seemed to be a person who was quite abiding by the agreement. In the next few days, Wang Bo never saw this group of people again. They did not appear until he left the desert.

Even when Wang Bo and others returned to Cairo, they did not catch up.

This made everyone feel much more relieved.

The day after returning to Cairo, Evelyn couldn't wait to show off to the museum's director with the Sun Golden Ruins, and found the legendary Hamnata.

Evelyn was an employee of the Cairo Museum and when she found a map to Hamnata, she hoped the curator could help herself.

But the director accidentally burned a corner of the map and said that Hamnata does not exist. This is just a story. He advised Evelyn not to be too naive, nor to waste time.

Now that Evelyn found Hamnata and possessed the Sun Golden Sutra, she naturally had to show off to the curator.

More importantly, she wants to prove that she is right and the curator is wrong.

However, Evelyn didn't know that the director was actually a descendant of the Pharaoh's guards. He burned a corner of the map not by accident, but by intention.

He didn't want anyone to find Hamnata, which would hurt Evelyn's self-confidence. However, he did not expect that Evelyn not only found Hamnata, but also found the Sun Golden Sutra.

Even the director doesn't know the location of the Sun Gold Sutra.

I guess Evelyn came to the door with the Sun Golden Sutra, which would definitely surprise the director.

However, these have nothing to do with Wang Bo.

He is now working with O'Connor and Jonathan to cash in on the gold he has on hand into a valuable pound.

Since the UK was the first country in the world to implement industrialization and once dominated the international financial industry, the pound was once the most widely used currency for denomination and settlement in international settlement business.

After World War I and World War II, Britain's economic status continued to decline, but due to historical reasons, the British financial industry was still very developed, and the pound still occupies a very high position in foreign exchange transaction settlement.

Therefore, turning gold into pound is one of the wisest choices.

It just so happens that Egypt now has a lot of British banks.

Although on February 28, 1922, Britain was forced to recognize Egypt's independence, it still retained its powers over Egypt's national defense, diplomacy, ethnic minorities, etc. The Egyptian authorities remained a puppet dynasty under the control of Britain. According to the British-Egypt intergovernmental agreement, Britain could send troops to Egypt at any time in order to protect Britain's interests in Egypt.

This situation continued until around 1954.

It can also be said that Egypt is still under the management of the United Kingdom, and British banks are still popular here, using various methods to suck blood and eat meat on Egypt.

Of course, these still have nothing to do with Wang Bo.

He just came to the bank to exchange gold.

O'Connor, the former soldier, stepped forward, and the three of them exchanged some gold and received hundreds of thousands of pounds.
Chapter completed!