O’Connell laughed heartily, "See? I told you I'd dealt with that mummy. You’re all making a mountain out of a molehill!" Rick sighed inwardly. He said, "No, the mummy wasn't killed. It's a monster; ordinary bullets have absolutely no effect on it—no, in fact, all bullets have little effect on it."

The others, besides the members of the Reincarnation Squad, naturally had no idea what Rick was trying to say. The leader of the men in black, one with markings etched across his face, spoke coldly, "You people had better leave here quickly! Better yet, never come back... This is the City of the Dead. If you do return, we won't mind turning all of you into dead ones!" With that, the leader of the men in black took the first step down towards the tomb.

Truthfully, after enduring such drastic changes, no one wanted to stay there a moment longer. So, everyone quietly fled back to the camp area, quickly packed their belongings, and then, riding camels or horses, hurried away from the City of the Dead.

Rick and his group followed at the very end of the procession. Only now did they have a chance to look at their watches. Based on past experiences, once the story plot fully unfolded, the restraint distance should vanish simultaneously. So, when they checked their watches, they indeed saw that the option representing the distance restraint had completely disappeared.

Rick spoke first, "The distance restraint is gone, but what do we do next? Should we stay here and wait for the Indian Continent Squad to arrive, since we are far more familiar with this battlefield... or should we follow O’Connell and the others through the original movie plot? Xiao Honglv, do you have any good suggestions?" Xiao Honglv, riding a camel near the middle of the group, replied calmly, "No, I don't have any particularly good suggestions, only two points of doubt... First, what is the mission objective for the Indian Continent Squad? To kill the immortal priest Imhotep? Or some other objective?" "Second, does the Indian Continent Squad also know about the special nature of the Book of the Dead, and do they wish to obtain it?" Rick frowned in surprise and asked, "The special nature of the Book of the Dead? What do you mean?" Qi Tengyi suddenly said, somewhat sheepishly, "When I came out of the tomb just now, I picked up the Book of the Dead and looked at it a few times. The moment I made contact with it, the 'Main God' prompted me that I had obtained a plot item... The specific notification stated I could learn dark magic spells from the undead. If one understands ancient Egyptian script, no reward points are required; otherwise, learning each spell costs one thousand reward points, requiring no sub-plot points, but learning can only happen after returning to the 'Main God' space..." Rick and the others stared blankly at Qi Tengyi, only Xiao Honglv commented mildly, "That is exactly what I meant. Though I don't know why, this Book of the Dead actually works on us too. By the way, does learning a Legendary Magic skill in the 'Main God' space consume a large number of reward points?" Zhan Lan quickly chimed in, "Reward points? It consumes far more than just reward points! It costs a lot of sub-plot points, too. For example, my two current Legendary Magic skills are very basic ones for enhancing physical attributes, and they each cost several thousand reward points and a D-rank sub-plot point. Skills with offensive capabilities require C-rank or B-rank sub-plot points to learn. One thousand reward points can learn one..." Qi Tengyi suddenly admitted, slightly embarrassed, "I'm sorry... I can read ancient Egyptian script..." The entire group fell silent. After several tense seconds, Rick, Zero, and Zhang Jie all drew their firearms, while Zhao Yingkong pulled out the dagger that was wreathed in flames. Without even looking at each other, they skillfully guided their camels toward the group of Americans... The Book of the Dead was currently clutched in the arms of the elderly American professor.

Those Americans hadn't noticed the movement behind them at all, until Rick and his party rode their camels to block their path. Only then did the Americans look up in shock to see Rick and his group pointing pistols and submachine guns directly at them.

"Hey, buddy, that's not funny at all..." one of the Americans immediately shouted loudly.

Rick raised his submachine gun and sprayed a burst into the ground in front of them. The Americans immediately pulled their horses to a halt. Except for the old professor, the rest of the Americans quickly raised their hands... They had already witnessed the power of the firearms held by Rick's group; at this close range, that power was enough to easily tear them to shreds.

Rick said calmly, "I don't have much else to say. Hand over the Book of the Dead. This thing isn't very useful to you... and carrying it will bring the mummy chasing you to the very end. You certainly don't want to encounter that terrifying thing again, do you? Give us the Book of the Dead... we are willing to exchange it for gold."

Those Americans were exchanging glances, ready at any moment to draw their pistols and fight to the death. The old professor clutched the Book of the Dead tightly to his chest, staring at them fiercely as if Rick's group were trying to snatch his most cherished treasure.

Upon hearing the word 'gold,' two of the Americans’ eyes lit up immediately. One said, "Gold... how much gold?" At that moment, O’Connell and his group also arrived nearby. Rick ignored them and simply pulled a gold bar from his spatial ring. "Ten gold bars like this, just in exchange for an ancient book. Do you think it's a fair trade?" With that, he lightly tossed the gold bar to one of the Americans.

That American fumbled, catching the heavy bar with both hands. He felt how solid it was—a real gold bar, thick as several fingers, glittering brilliantly under the sunlight.

The American squeezed it a few times with force, then viciously picked it up and bit down on it. Only then did he say to his companion beside him, "It’s, it’s real... This is a real gold bar!" The other American quickly snatched the bar and repeated the action, then looked greedily at Rick. "Ten... Fifteen gold bars! If you give me fifteen gold bars, it’s a deal!" "Fine, fifteen!" Rick didn't mind. He took out another gold bar from his spatial ring. However, as he was still moving, he suddenly saw one of the Americans draw a pistol from his waist. But the pistol wasn't fired at him; instead, with a thud, the man knocked the old professor to the ground. The American then viciously snatched the Book of the Dead from the professor’s embrace... The cover of the black Book of the Dead was slick with fresh blood...

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