[Mummy] Eternal Life Spell

Imerton looked at Mr. in disbelief, but his expression was as calm as ever.The physical pain was far less than the psychological pain. It wasn't that he was about to die that made him despair, but that his husband wanted to kill him, and he still used this...a helpless expression.

"Why..." Imerton said with some difficulty, the fragility in his eyes made the gentleman's eyes flicker slightly.

"Because you will never give up as long as I cannot obtain eternal life, and I can only kill you when you become a human flesh and blood, right?" Mr. The hand holding the Spear of Judgment trembled slightly. He knew that if he pulled the sharp blade out of Imerton's abdomen, Imerton would die immediately, so he didn't move.

"...So, you want me to die first, don't you..." Imerton smiled wryly, and couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood, which stained the gentleman's snow-white robe red.

The pupils of the gentleman shrank slightly, and then he smiled, very helplessly. "Immoton, Imoton..." There was a dumbfounding expression on his face, "You really don't know, you really forgot." As he spoke, he leaned down and kissed the corner of his mouth .

"My curse has become, from now on, for every additional life in my hands, what I have to bear is not just 50 years, but the length of his original life." The gentleman pressed Imerton's lips Lian, said slowly, "If you use the "Sun Golden Sutra" to kill you, then to be precise, you will die in the hands of the Sun God, not me, but when you become flesh and blood... Imerton, How long is your time?"

……eternal life.

Emerton froze.

"I'm sorry, I thought of this when the will of the gods changed the curse to this, but I never wanted to put it into practice. If, you didn't try to make me immortal, but simply accompanied me Follow my words..." At this point, the gentleman sighed and shook his head.

Imerton looked at the face of the gentleman in silence. He suddenly grabbed the back of the gentleman's head, exhausted all his strength, pulled him in front of him, and kissed him forcefully.The smell of blood and saliva in his mouth were entangled, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grasped the palm of the master, and pulled out the sharp knife in his abdomen.

A mouthful of blood mixed with saliva flowed into Mr.'s mouth.

"Next time, it won't be so simple..." Imerton said softly, his voice became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared.

The gentleman looked at Imerton's body and sighed softly.In such a severe curse, there is such a big loophole, the husband will not believe that it is caused by the will of the gods.They did it on purpose, this is the problem that the husband will realize the next second when he thinks about how to obtain eternal life.

The so-called suffering in the world...does it include love...Mister chuckled, the will of the gods is really kind, and specially left a gap for him to let him have a chance to be with Imerton?How merciful, as expected of a group of high gods... Mister's eyes darkened, and what he said about punishments and curses was actually just to pass them off when they were bored. It's just a temptation to choose how he will choose, maybe even bet on whether he will kill Emerton.

Mister mocked in his heart, and took out the "Black Book of the Dead" from his bag. Even Imerton didn't know that this book was in his hands.

It is undeniable that although Mr. has lived for more than 5000 years, time has smoothed his edges and corners, and precipitated his character, but he will never be able to break away from the identity of a human being, because he has emotions, and he cannot be completely indifferent. There are people who care, and it is obvious that Imerton cares about him, although he has never shown this care clearly.

He couldn't really ditch Imerton, because when he thought about it his emotional swings made it clear to him that he could ditch anyone, but not Imerton.Mr. is sensible, he knows what is the most correct way, so sometimes he will look unreasonable, and he doesn't seem to care about Imerton at all, just like now.

For a person with normal emotions, no matter whether he stabbed the knife correctly or not, he will be emotionally unhappy and even angry.Sir knows this, but sometimes, if you want to live, you should choose to die first.Reason drove Mr. to do the cruelest and most correct thing.

So on the way home, it was understandable that Imerton didn't say a word.

Mr. Sitting on a camel, he silently followed Imerton. Imerton walked in front with his back to Mr. Mr. could only see his side face, but he could also see from this side face, Imerton Dun was not in a good mood, he kept his face sullen, and he didn't turn his head to look at Mr., or ask him if he needed a rest.

The gentleman sighed silently, pushed back the snake's head that seemed to be aware of something wrong with the atmosphere between the two, and said softly: "If you want to kill me, I won't fight back."

This sentence was like a spark, which instantly ignited the fuse. Imerton pulled the reins abruptly, turned the camel to face Mr., with a terrible dizziness and anger on his face. "Do you know what I'm angry about?!" Emerton yelled out this sentence, "Kill you? How naive do you think of me, do you think I want revenge?! Fisher Elila, even if I want to take revenge, I can't be as cold-blooded and ruthless as you! Are you really stupid, or are you pretending to be stupid for me?!"

It was the first time for Mr. to see Imerton getting so angry, and he couldn't help but froze in place. "I..." Mr. was about to speak, but Imerton interrupted him.

"Yes, I know you are such a person, I know your past, remember?" Imerton's voice calmed down, and he smiled self-deprecatingly, "In the past, you who were high above nothing but yourself Don't care, now, you don't care about anything, including yourself. I know you never liked me, I know you don't love me, I know you don't care about me, so you don't want anything Share it with me, right?"

The gentleman looked at Imerton, and gradually lowered his eyes. After a long time, he sighed, looked at his camel, and said softly: "You need to calm down, Imerton."

"No, I'm very calm, I've never been so calm, sir." Imerton sneered, "I've thought about too many things along the way, I think we need to be quiet. You are too familiar with this area , right, sir, because you have long known the legend of the Scorpion Emperor, and you have planned everything long ago. I am just a pawn on your chessboard waiting to be manipulated by you. It has always been like this, and you have never cared about me. feel."

Emerton laughed at himself and dropped the words, and disappeared into the desert together with the camel under him.

The gentleman silently looked at the camel's hoofprints in front of him. It didn't take long for the wind and sand to cover the hoofprints in front of him, leaving no trace of existence.It seems that Emerton is really angry this time... Mr. frowned in distress.He was not a little girl, who was so angry that she wanted to break up after being abandoned by her boyfriend. It can be said that his brain circuit was different from that of ordinary people, so what he was worried about was Imerton.

"It seems that we are the only ones left for the time being." The gentleman stroked the camel's mane, and the Taipan snake poked its head out again, this time with the black scorpion on its head. "There is not much water and food... Well, if I die, Black Sting, find me with clothes and Xiaopan, don't get lost, I will wait for you for a day, but..."

Mr. did not say what he said later, but the meaning was very clear. If they failed to find him, then he would leave them and leave directly.The husband has never waited for anyone at the same place, and his ever-erratic life has made him a little weak.But he never worried that the black scorpion would get lost, because it never lost its way.

In fact, things are not as serious as Mr. imagined.It didn't take long for him to find a dilapidated house in the deserted desert.He remembered that it used to be a place similar to an inn, and there was a small river flowing not far away. There were not many trees around, but it could also be called an oasis.But now many years have passed, the yellow sand has buried all vitality, leaving only a broken stone house that can shelter a little from the wind and sand.

Since it was getting late, the husband decided to rest here for the night, but he didn't expect that there were already people here.When he pushed open the creaking door, a man in an old cloak was curled up in a corner of the stone wall. He looked dirty and dusty all over, with chapped lips and long hair covering his eyes. You can smell a strange smell from a distance.

A few mice surrounded the ground, unmoved by the gentleman who came in and the man huddled in the corner.When the taipan snake saw the fat mice, its eyes turned green, and it rushed over, bit one, and tied two more with its body.The black scorpion that fell from its head because of its sudden movement waved its pair of pincers angrily, swung its tail and stabbed directly at the Taipan snake's body.

"Not many people like to carry this kind of poison with them now." The man nestled in the corner saw this scene and said inexplicably.He spoke Egyptian, perhaps because he hadn't drank water for too long, his voice was very low and hoarse, like kraft paper being worn on a potholed asphalt road.

"Yes, but with so many people in the world, there will always be people who have weird hobbies." The gentleman smiled, sat down in the diagonal direction of the man, and took out a sip of water.

"It's rare to see you, Oriental?"

"I'm from China, a beautiful place."

"China?" The man seemed to have rarely heard of this country, so he licked his lips in doubt, "More and more countries with strange names have appeared, and the world has become smaller and smaller after wars. These changes always make people feel uncomfortable. Uneasy..."

"Yeah..." Mr. sighed, "I think back then... this place was an oasis."

"Maybe Anubis doesn't want this place to be full of life anymore." The man let out an ugly laugh, coughed a few more times, pointed to the water bag in Mr.'s hand with his chin, and said hoarsely, "Can you give me some water?" Is it? I haven't had water for two days since I got lost."

The gentleman smiled slightly and threw the water bag to him. "It's all for you," he said.

"What about you? I don't think you can get out of here in a day or two."

"It doesn't matter." The sir's amber eyes were full of smiles, "I'm just a wanderer, no matter where I end up, it doesn't matter."

The man paused, then smiled, showing a mouthful of white teeth, in stark contrast to his dirty appearance. "I like you, a Chinese traveler." He said heartily, and after taking a big sip of water, he threw the water bag in front of his husband, "I am also a traveler, and wherever I go, it can become my eternal resting place. I'm Arnobi, what's your name? Let me think about it, your oriental names should be easy to pronounce..."

"Fisher, it's enough to call me Fisher." The gentleman said kindly, "My roots are in China, but I have lived in England for a long time, and I haven't been back for a long time."

"Ferry, do you mind if I call you that?"

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Arnobi, it's just a title."

"Oh, then I should call you 'Mr. Doesn't Matter'." The man said, and he started to laugh.