Chapter 593 (2/2)

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.”