"Isis, the one in her arms is her son, Horus." Miss Succubus took some blueberries and small tomatoes from the bar, then sat down on the Chivas Regal sofa. "This image is quite famous. You can see it in many museums and ancient books."
Zhang Heng nodded, and his eyes moved to the wall behind the bronze statue.
There was a mural there, and the woman on the mural should also be Isis. But here, she had changed into another image. She was half-kneeling on the ground with her arms open. Behind her was a pair of colorful feathered wings, and behind her stood an owl, a vulture, and a bird that looked like a quail.
Zhang Heng stared at the mural for a while, and he felt the owl on it suddenly blinked. When he looked at it again, he saw that the owl had returned to its original posture as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Heng looked back at Miss Succubus and found that the latter was busy with the plate of blueberries and small tomatoes. Apparently, she did not notice the scene just now, so Zhang Heng did not ask her.
The two waited in the lounge for about twenty minutes. The Egyptian woman who brought them here earlier returned again and said to Miss Succubus on the sofa, "Lady Isis has finished bathing. Please go to her bedroom."
"Okay." Miss Succubus put the remaining half of the small tomatoes aside, clapped her hands, stood up from the sofa, and walked out of the room.
Seeing this, Zhang Heng followed behind silently. After that, the Egyptian woman reached out and stopped him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Lady Isis only asked Miss Trista to come over. Please wait here for a while."
"But I'm the one who really wants to see her," Zhang Heng said.
Although the Egyptian woman looked apologetic, she was quite insistent on this matter. She still did not retract her arm.
"It doesn't matter. After all, this is a special time. It's understandable to be cautious. Let me go meet her first and introduce you to her. Later, she will talk to you in detail." Miss Succubus patted her chest and assured Zhang Heng.
Zhang Heng did not move anymore when he heard this. The Egyptian woman seemed to be relieved when she saw this. She even bowed to Zhang Heng before leaving with Miss Succubus. After that, the door closed in front of Zhang Heng.
Just as the door closed, Zhang Heng heard an imperceptible squeak behind him. He turned around, looked around the room, and finally stopped at the bronze statue.
Ordinary people might not be able to see anything, but with Zhang Heng's observation, he found that the statue's neck was about three to four degrees to the east. If he was not mistaken, the squeak just now came from here.
Zhang Heng walked in front of the statue. Just as he was checking if there were any traps on the statue, the owl in the mural on the wall behind him blinked again.
Then, the woman in the middle of the mural also moved. One of her slender feet stretched out from the mural and stepped on the Persian carpet. Then, her calves, abdomen, chest, arms, and wings.
Then, her calves, abdomen, chest, arms, and wings moved.
No, it might not be accurate to say that she left some things on the mural, such as her clothes. She walked behind Zhang Heng, her footsteps soft and silent, just like a Persian cat. Zhang Heng, whose attention was attracted by the bronze statue, did not seem to notice what was happening behind him.
But just as the woman with wings took a step forward, trying to get closer to Zhang Heng, a knife suddenly appeared in front of her throat without warning.
"It's not a wise choice to continue walking forward," Zhang Heng said lightly.
"The number one player really lives up to his name." The woman with wings was not angry when a knife was pointed at her throat. Instead, she said with interest.
After she said this, Zhang Heng also turned around, but he only glanced at her for a moment before he 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," the woman with wings said.
"I read the story about you and your husband, and I thought the two of you had a good relationship."
"Yes, we have a good relationship. You have to know that not all women are willing to pick up their husband's body piece by piece after he is dismembered, let alone find a way to resurrect him. But the problem is that we have been together for too long. If you get married and stay with your partner for thousands of years, you will also get tired of it." Just as the woman with wings spoke, the wings behind her turned into a bathrobe and draped over her body.
The bathrobe was too loose. Basically, as long as she moved, the scene inside could still be seen clearly. But since the woman didn't care, Zhang Heng turned his attention back to the painting.
"Isis?"
"Seriously, you should at least add some honorifics to the name of a god or something." Isis clapped her hands, and the owl in the painting turned around and flew away. After a while, it flew back, holding a hairdryer in its mouth, and landed on Isis' shoulder.
"Since you are here, who is the person Trista is going to see?" Zhang Heng asked.
"I am not only the Goddess of Life, but also the Goddess of Magic. Although I am not as powerful as I used to be, I can still create an illusion to deceive a little succubus."
Iciz turned on the hairdryer and dried her damp hair. "I heard you say to my maid that you need my help?"
"Yes, I have a friend who has a very rare …"
Zhang Heng was interrupted by Isis. "I don't care what happens to your friend. Since you are here to ask me to save her, you should at least show some attitude."
"What attitude?" Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows.
"Then start by addressing me as Lady Isis." Isis's eyes wandered.
Zhang Heng didn't care about this small change in the way he addressed her. "Lady Isis, I have a friend who has a rare disease that cannot be cured by modern technology. You are the Goddess of Life in Egyptian mythology, and you have powerful magic. Not only did you cure the father of the gods, but you also brought your dismembered husband back to life. So, I beg you to save my friend and free her from the threat of death."
Isis was noncommittal. "I do have the ability to cure diseases, but why should I help your friend?"
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