Since Zheng Zha donned the Death God Bracelet, images had been continuously flashing from it, and these images depicted the locations of various Egyptian temples dedicated to their gods. Thus, the group was compelled to follow the guidance and search continuously.

Zheng Zha himself was quite helpless regarding this matter, because although he had seen the movie The Mummy Returns, he was not familiar with this world. It was like if someone in a horror movie mentioned a place name—if you entered that movie world, could you truly find that location? Impossible, unless you kept asking people for directions; otherwise, entering that world would leave you effectively blind.

With no other option, Zheng Zha could only proceed to the locations shown in the bracelet’s images. Fortunately, Eve was already an expert on Egypt. After seeing the depicted symbols just once, she could immediately identify which temple it was. Since the airship’s speed was definitely fast enough, within a few days, the group had already flown to the third temple.

For some unknown reason, the previous two times an image appeared, it happened right after Zheng Zha stepped off the airship. This time, however, nothing happened even after Zheng Zha entered the temple entrance. This made everyone wonder—could the last image have been misinterpreted? Was it not the Temple of Osiris before them? Everyone looked at Eve, but the girl just shrugged, saying, “Don’t look at me. I swear I didn’t mistake it. The image from last time definitely pointed to this Temple of Osiris. It’s just that something went wrong. Perhaps we should venture deeper inside?” Zheng Zha then burst through the crowd, pulling out his Zaku Beam Tomahawk and Micro Submachine Gun from his storage ring. He quietly told those around him, “Be careful. I feel something is wrong in this temple. Don’t you feel how oppressive it is here?” This statue was about seven or eight meters tall, covered in traces of corrosion from wind and sand, clearly centuries old. This statue was unmistakably Osiris, the Egyptian God of the Underworld and Agriculture, worshipped in the temple.

But at that moment, the statue moved, turning its gaze toward them. As they stared back in stunned silence, the Statue of Osiris violently swung a fist toward where Zheng Zha stood.

Before the fist even drew near, the terrifying air pressure informed Zheng Zha that taking this punch head-on meant certain death. The power was simply immense, perhaps ten thousand jun (a measure of immense weight), almost a billion jun of force, enough to easily crush him into a patty. So, without a second thought, he executed a clumsy roll, tumbling backward directly behind him. Just as he rolled more than three meters away, a thunderous crash echoed behind him, shaking the very ground. He didn't even need to look to know.

Behind him was certainly a pit several meters wide. He immediately roared loudly, “Get out of the temple! All of you, run out quickly!” At this point, the others snapped back to reality and fled outward for their lives. Even though they dared to face Mummy Guards, dare to fight monsters from the Death God Army, and even challenge that giant scorpion, the current situation was too terrifying. A giant statue seven or eight meters high had risen and begun hunting them. Let alone them, even an entire army might hesitate before engaging. Thus, everyone’s pace was synchronized: turning and running. Jonathan, with his uncanny speed, remained at the very front, followed by O’Connell, who picked up Eve. Then came the bearded man in black at the rear, and finally Zheng Zha, scrambling out in a half-roll, half-scramble.

The power of the statue was indeed immense, but its speed was lacking—at least much slower than the group. By the time everyone had sprinted out of the temple, the statue had barely reached the entrance. However, its actions were direct; ignoring the panting group ahead, it brought a fist down, shattering the granite temple doors into fragments. Then, amidst the swirling dust, it walked toward them, one heavy step after another.

“Damn it, we’re dead! Zheng Zha, are you sure you haven't offended a god? Why is your luck always so terrible?” Jonathan shouted breathlessly while running.

Zheng Zha couldn't help but offer a wry smile internally, but he noticed one crucial detail: the statue’s attacks seemed to target only him. If he ran fast, the statue chased fast; if he slowed down, the statue raised its fist to attack. A thought struck him, and he shouted loudly, “O’Connell, everyone, quickly help me find an area of quicksand—the larger the quicksand, the better! Hurry!” Having said that, he turned and dashed toward the nearby desert.

O’Connell and the others paused, quickly scattering to search the desert ground for quicksand. However, deliberately seeking out such terrain proved difficult. After Zheng Zha had circled them two or three times, Jonathan finally shouted, “Hey, Zheng Zha! The sand ground ahead from here is soft, but I can’t guarantee it’s quicksand. At least my entire lower leg sank when I stepped on it.”

Zheng Zha didn't hesitate; desperate times called for desperate measures. He changed direction and ran toward the spot Jonathan indicated. The statue relentlessly pursued him, seemingly unwilling to give up until he was dead. By the time one of Zheng Zha’s lower legs suddenly sank into the sand, he quickly activated Qing Mie (Contempt), his toes lightly tapping the sand surface as he kept running. But the giant statue couldn't manage this. In this stretch of quicksand, its running speed slowed down more and more, until finally, both of its thighs were stuck in the sand, and its entire body slowly began to sink downward. After about ten seconds, the entire statue had completely vanished into the quicksand.

Only then could Zheng Zha finally stop. He collapsed onto the sand pile without caring about anything else. The intense running just now wasn't particularly tiring; given his physical conditioning, he wouldn't have collapsed from exhaustion even after running for an hour or two. But the mental pressure was too horrifying. The statue’s destructive power was too terrifying. If previous creatures like the Alien, the Stalker, or other monsters could perhaps endure one or two blows, this statue’s attack was truly guaranteed injury upon contact and death upon impact. He was certain that one punch from it would turn him into a meat patty without fail.

The others also ran over, all looking at Zheng Zha with wry smiles. Under those circumstances, it wasn't just Zheng Zha who felt terror; everyone watching felt it. A giant statue seven or eight meters high, the power displayed when it smashed the granite gate—the statue had stunned them the moment it appeared.

Just then, the Death God Bracelet on Zheng Zha’s wrist suddenly lit up, and a beam of light shot into the void. Like a holographic, three-dimensional movie, a clear image of a structure appeared before them. Eve immediately exclaimed, “I know this place! This is the Abu Simbel temple. It’s not too far from us; we can reach it by tomorrow at the latest!”

Zheng Zha gave a bitter smile and said, “That’s fortunate, but I must ask one more question: are the statues in that temple going to be huge? If the statues look too massive, I think we should plan carefully first.”

Eve immediately shook her head and replied, “The statues there are about the same size as this one, in a seated posture. When standing, they are about eight meters tall. And it’s surrounded by desert, so we should also be able to lure them into quicksand, but…”

“But?” everyone asked Eve in unison, with Zheng Zha and Jonathan being the most eager.

“That temple enshrines three statues.”

“Damn, one statue almost killed us. If three statues come out together, won’t we be instantly turned into meat patties?” Zheng Zha immediately gave a wry smile, but at the same time, an idea struck him, and he quickly retrieved the Necronomicon from his storage ring. The moment Eve saw this thick, black ancient book, the little woman’s eyes lit up; she was staring fixedly at the tome.

Zheng Zha took out the key and opened the Necronomicon. He pointed to the densely packed ancient Egyptian characters inside and said, “Eve, please help me translate these magic spells. I need to find spells related to creating quicksand or similar terrain. Since most of the magic in this book is related to the desert or death, spells for quicksand should exist, right? Please translate them for me.”

Eve nodded repeatedly. She snatched the Necronomicon, hugged it, and began reciting countless spells like a child: “Resurrection of the Dead—no, Mummy Guard—no, Sandstorm—no, resurrected by the Sun Disk spell’s undead creature—no…” Every time Eve mentioned a spell, she had to recite it completely. The recitation of one spell made Zheng Zha feel something was amiss, but just a few seconds later, Eve found the quicksand spell, which made him ecstatic. He quickly asked Eve for help teaching him how to chant it.

Meanwhile, far from the group, near Hamunaptra, a group of people was rapidly fleeing the City of the Dead. A woman asked the old man at the head of the horses, “High Priest, will the Great High Priest be resurrected? But we haven’t found the Necronomicon…” The old man muttered, “Master will surely be resurrected. This time, while the Keepers were excavating the City of the Dead rampantly, our people managed to sneak in and secretly dig out our Master. Those fools only cared about the gold on the first and second levels, hahaha. Now we just need to figure out how to steal the Necronomicon, and then Master will return to the world!” As he spoke, the sack on a camel suddenly began to shake violently, and a dried hand burst out of the pocket, reaching straight toward the sky.