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"Isis, in her arms is her son Horus. "Miss Succubus took some blueberries and tomatoes from the bar counter and sat down on the Chivas sofa, "This image is quite famous. It can be seen in many museums and ancient books."

Zhang Heng nodded and his gaze shifted to the wall behind the bronze statue.

There was a mural, and the woman on it was probably Isis. However, she had changed her appearance here. She was half-kneeling on the ground with her arms wide open, and behind her were a pair of colorful feathered wings, 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 suddenly blink. However, when he looked over again, he saw that the owl had returned to its original posture, it was as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Heng turned to look at Miss Succubus and realized that she was busy dealing with the plate of blueberries and small tomatoes. Obviously, she had not noticed what had just happened, so Zhang Heng did not ask her.

The two of them waited in the lounge for about twenty minutes. The Egyptian woman who had brought them here earlier returned and said to miss succubus on the sofa, "Sir ISIS has finished bathing. Please go to her bedroom."

"Sure."The succubus placed the remaining half of the plate of tomatoes aside and clapped her hands. She stood up from the sofa and walked out of the room.

Zhang Heng followed behind her silently. However, the Egyptian woman reached out to stop him. "Oh, I'm sorry. Sir ISIS only asked for Miss Trista to come over. Please wait here for a moment."

"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's okay. This is a special time, after all. It's understandable to be cautious. I'll go see her first and introduce you to her. After that, I'll let her discuss the details with you in detail,"the succubus assured as she patted her chest.

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Zhang Heng didn't move after hearing that. The Egyptian woman seemed to heave a sigh of relief. She even bowed to Zhang Heng before leaving with the Succubus. After that, the door closed in front of Zhang Heng.

The moment the door closed, Zhang Heng heard an undetectable creak behind him. He turned around and looked around the room before finally stopping at the bronze statue.

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A normal person might not be able to see anything, but with Zhang Heng's observational skills, he realized that the neck of the statue was about three to four degrees away from the east, if he wasn't mistaken, the squeak came from here.

Zhang Heng walked up to the statue. Just as he was checking to see if there was any mechanism on the statue, the owl in the mural behind him blinked again.

The woman in the middle of the mural started to move as well. One of her slender legs poked out from the mural and stepped on the Persian carpet, followed by her calves, abdomen, chest, arms, and wings.

She walked out of the mural like that.

No, that might not be accurate, because there were still some things left on the mural. For example, the clothes on her body. She walked behind Zhang Heng quietly, like a Persian cat, Zhang Heng, who had his attention on the bronze statue, did not seem to notice what was happening behind him.

However, just as the winged woman moved to get closer to Zhang Heng, a knife suddenly appeared in front of her throat.

"Moving forward is not a wise choice,"Zhang Heng said calmly.

"The number one player really lives up to his reputation,"the winged woman said with interest rather than anger when someone pointed a knife at her throat.

Zhang Heng turned around after she said that, but he immediately turned his head away after taking a glance at her.

"Don't worry, my husband is not here. Of course, the Master of the underworld should stay in the underworld, "the winged woman said.

"I've seen the story of you and your husband, and I thought you two had a good relationship."

"We do have a good relationship. You should know that not all women are willing to spend effort to pick up their husband's body piece by piece, let alone find a way to resurrect him. But the problem is that we've been together for too long. If you get married and stay with your partner for more than a thousand years, you will also feel tired," said the woman with wings, the wings on her back turned into a bathrobe that draped over her body.

However, the bathrobe was too loose. Basically, as long as she made any movement, the scene inside could be seen clearly. However, since the other party did not care, Zhang Heng turned his gaze back. "Isis?"

"Really, in the face of God, at least add a honorific or something. "Isis clapped her hands, and the owl in the painting turned to fly away. After a while, it flew back with a hairdryer in its mouth, it landed on Isis'shoulder.

"If you're here, then who is the person trista is going to meet?"Zhang Heng asked.

"Not only am I the goddess of life, but I'm also the goddess of magic. Even though I'm not as strong as I used to be, I can still trick a little succubus with an illusion."

Isis turned on the hairdryer and blew on her wet hair. "I heard you say to my maid that you want my help?" "That's right, I have a friend who has a rare…"

Zhang Heng was interrupted by Isis. "I don't care about your friend. Since you're here to beg me for help, you should at least show some form of begging."

"What form?"Zhang Heng raised an eyebrow.

"Then start by addressing me as Lord Isis.'Isis's eyes darted around.

Zhang Heng did not mind the small change in address. Hearing this, he followed the other party's request respectfully, "Lord Isis, I have a friend who has contracted a rare disease that can not be cured with modern technology. You are the goddess of life in Egyptian mythology, and you possess powerful magic. Not only did you cure the father of all gods, but you also brought your dismembered husband back from the dead. Therefore, I implore you to help my friend and save her from the threat of death."

Isis was noncommittal. "I do have the power to cure disease, but why should I help your friend?"