v4 Chapter 22： Bronze Statues and Murals

"Isis, her son Horus is in her arms." The succubus took some blueberries and small tomatoes from the bar, and then sat down on the Chivas sofa. "This image is quite famous, many You can see it in museums and ancient books."

Zhang Heng nodded, and his eyes moved to the wall on the back of the bronze statue.

There is a mural painted there. The woman on the mural should also be Isis, but here she changed to another image, kneeling on the ground with open arms, behind her is a pair of colorful feather wings, and Behind her stood an owl, a vulture, and a quail-like bird.

Zhang Heng stared at the mural for a while, feeling that the owl above blinked suddenly, but when he looked over again, he saw that the owl had resumed its original posture, as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Heng looked back at Miss Succubus and found that the latter was busy dealing with the plate of blueberries and small tomatoes at the moment. He obviously didn't notice the scene just now, so Zhang Heng didn't ask her.

The two of them waited in the lounge for about twenty minutes. The Egyptian woman who had brought them back came back here again and said to the succubus lady on the sofa, "Master Isis has bathed, please go to her bedroom."

"Okay." The succubus lady put aside the remaining half plate of small tomatoes, clapped her hands, got up from the sofa, and walked outside the house.

Zhang Heng silently followed after seeing this, but then saw the Egyptian woman stretch out her hand to stop him, "Oh, sorry, Isis-sama only said to invite Miss Trista to come over, please wait here for your words ."

"But I'm the one who really wants to see her." Zhang Heng said.

Although the Egyptian woman on the opposite side looked apologetic, she was quite insistent on this matter and still did not retract her arm.

"It's okay, after all, it's a special time, and it's excusable to be cautious. I should go to see her first and tell her about your affairs, and then let her talk to you about the details." The lady patted her chest to pack the ticket.

Zhang Heng didn't move any more when he heard the words. The Egyptian woman seemed to be relieved when she saw this, and she bent over and bowed to Zhang Heng before leaving with Miss Succubus, and then the door of the house closed again in front of Zhang Heng.

As soon as the door of the house closed, Zhang Heng heard an unchecked creak behind him, he turned around, his eyes circled in the house again, and finally stopped on the bronze statue. .

Ordinary people may not be able to see anything, but with Zhang Heng’s observation, he found that the neck of the statue deviated from the east by about 3 to 4 degrees. If not surprisingly, the creaking sound just came from here. of.

Zhang Heng walked to the statue, and when he checked whether there was any mechanism on the statue, the owl in the mural on the wall behind him blinked again.

Immediately after that, the woman in the center of the mural also moved. One of her slender feet stretched out from the mural, stepping on the Persian carpet, and then her calves, abdomen, chest, arms and wings.

Her whole person just walked out of the mural.

No, it may not be accurate to say that, because she still has some things left on the mural, such as the clothes on her body. She just walked behind Zhang Heng in this way, her footsteps were soft, and no sound was made, as if Like a Persian cat, Zhang Heng, who was attracted by the bronze statue, did not seem to notice what was happening behind him.

But just as the winged woman stepped forward and wanted to get closer to Zhang Heng, a small knife suddenly appeared in front of her throat without warning.

"It's not a wise choice to go further." Zhang Heng said lightly.

"The first player among the players is indeed well-deserved." The woman with wings was pointed at the throat with a knife, not only was she not angry, she said with great interest.

After she said this, Zhang Heng also turned around, but he just glanced at it and then immediately turned his head away.

"Don't worry, my husband is not here, of course the Lord of the Underworld should stay in the Underworld." said the woman with wings.

"I have read the story of you and your husband, and thought that the relationship between you is very good."

"Our relationship is good. You have to know that not all women are willing to take the time to pick up the corpse piece by piece after their husband's body is broken, let alone find a way to resurrect him, but the problem is that the time we spend together is really good. It’s too long. If you get married and stay with your partner for thousands of years, you will also feel bored.” Just as the woman with wings spoke, the wings behind her became a A bathrobe was draped over her.

It’s just that the bathrobe is too loose. Basically, as long as she does whatever she wants, the scene in UU reading can still be seen clearly, but since the other party doesn’t care, Zhang Heng will His eyes turned back again.

"Isis?"

"Really, in the face of the gods, add a honorific or something at the back." Isis patted his palms, and the owl in the painting turned his head and flew away. After a while, it flew back again, with a cap in his mouth. With a hair dryer, it landed on Isis's shoulder.

"You are here, who is the person that Trista is going to meet?" Zhang Heng asked.

"I am not only the goddess of life, but also the goddess of magic. Although my strength is not as good as before, there is nothing wrong with being a phantom to fool a little succubus."

Isis turned on the hair dryer, blowing on his wet hair that he had just bathed, "Listen to you just now to my maid, do you want to ask me for help?"

"Yes, I have a friend who got a very rare..."

In the middle of what Zhang Heng said, he was interrupted by Isis waving his hand, "I don't care what your friend is like. Since you are here to ask me to save someone, you should at least show a begging gesture first."

"What gesture?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.

"Then start by calling me Master Isis." Isis's eyes flowed.

Zhang Heng didn’t care about this small change in the name, and he said respectfully, “Master Isis, a friend of mine has a rare disease that cannot be cured by modern technology. You are the goddess of life in Egyptian mythology. Mastering powerful magic has not only cured Rashen, the father of the gods, but also brought your dismembered husband back to life. Therefore, I also implore you to take action to save my friend and free her from the threat of death."

Isis was noncommittal when he heard this, "I do have the ability to cure diseases, but why should I help your friends?"