Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Chapter 1083 Deception!

Tribhuvan Airport, Kathmandu, Nepal.

When Marsal, Lori, Gray Whale, Leech and others walked out of the airport, it was already completely dark.

Moreover, this mountain city located on a plateau and which is dry all year round, had a very rare rain, and it was very cold.

"Gentlemen, would you like a ride?"

Seeing the few people, a skinny little curly-haired guy with a cunning look in his eyes hurried over in the rain and asked in very poor English.

This guy is a black car driver who works at the airport, but actually it’s not really an illegal car at all.

Kathmandu, this remote mountain city, has a very backward economy. There aren't even any taxis operating properly, so this is the only car you can take.

Although Marsar and his friends all look strange and extremely difficult to deal with, they also have another common identity: they are foreigners.

In the eyes of these illegal taxi drivers at the airport, foreigners are equivalent to fat sheep.

Ridiculing foreign tourists is not a Nepalese characteristic, but a common rule agreed upon by airports around the world, and it still remains the same today.

In the early years, when the electric blasting park in northern Myanmar had not yet emerged, Lao Gou was young and frivolous, and his brain was filled with water. He did not join a tour group and went to Nanhanoi alone.

At that time, Lao Gou was still looking forward to a romantic encounter, but he was hit hard as soon as he got off the plane. The distance from Noi Bai Airport to the hotel was only 13 kilometers.

  That damn driver extorted a full 100 U.S. dollars from me. It was broad daylight, in front of the hotel, and the guy even pulled out a knife. Can you believe it?

Yonan's overall journey afterwards was not very pleasant. In short, since then, Lao Gou has never set foot abroad again.

I'm hurt, damn!

This is getting off topic. Driven by money, they don't care even if they are demons, let alone a few foreigners dressed strangely. They just need to pay.

After taking a look at the little curly-haired boy, a sinister smile appeared on Marsal's old face.

"Oh, where's your car?"

"Na!"

The little curly-haired boy turned his head and pointed at an old Ford car not far away, his tone proud.

"See, that black luxury Ford car is my big baby, sir. I'm not bragging, there is no better car than mine in Tribhuvan Airport!"

Marsal turned his head and glanced at the old Ford car parked on the roadside not far away in the rain. The car had mottled paint and was probably produced during World War II. It was no less than 30 years old.

"Tsk~" Marsal frowned with some disgust.

However, when he glanced at the other black cars, he sighed helplessly, which was rare.

Curly was not lying. Although his old Ford was extremely shabby, it was indeed the best choice among the black cars and was the tallest one among the short ones.

At least this old car has a canopy and plenty of room inside.

"How about it, sir? I didn't lie, didn't I? Although my car is a bit old, it's well maintained~"

The thin man's voice suddenly stopped while he was speaking. His eyes suddenly became blank and out of focus.

The next second, he took out the key from his pocket, respectfully handed it to Marsal with both hands, then walked quickly into the airport with empty eyes.

Marsal casually threw the car keys to Lori:

"Lori, you drive. We will set off without stopping and rush to Daomaoke City on the border overnight. Someone will pick us up there."

Just as everyone was getting in the car, gunshots and screams were heard inside the airport, and all the illegal taxi drivers waiting for work rushed in to watch the excitement.

In the airport lobby, the little curly-haired guy suddenly went crazy and pulled out a dagger, actively attacking the soldier on duty, and was decisively shot dead on the spot.

At present, Tribhuvan is a dual-use military and civilian airport and is under martial law. If they are told to shoot, they will shoot without any ambiguity.

Of course, Curly was under the mental control of Marsal. This old Biden had always been ruthless and indifferent to life.

His principle was to kill the wrong person rather than let the criminal go if there was any witness who might reveal their whereabouts.

The people in the car acted very calmly, without even a glance, as if this was a matter of course.

It makes sense. They are all top masters walking in the dark world. They kill people like crazy and have at least hundreds of lives on their hands. Naturally, they don't care about the life or death of an ant.

The car started, but it was very silent. No one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed a bit depressing. It was not until we turned an intersection and left the airport that Luo Li suddenly asked:

"Masal, why do you want to fight against the evil spirit?"

This question was very sensitive, and the atmosphere in the car suddenly became tense. Even the gray whale in the back seat and the leech hiding in the shadows were staring at Marsal with eager eyes.

As the old saying goes, there are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.

Du Weiguo's past achievements were so glorious that there is no need to elaborate on them. Let's just say that in the history of mankind, there has never been anyone as awesome as him (only among those with special abilities).

The name of the Evil God has now resounded throughout the entire dark world, and he has become the undisputed number one.

All the evildoers in the dark world who have made a name for themselves basically know how terrifying he is.

Anyone with a normal mind would try to avoid him as much as possible, fearing that provoking him would bring about a catastrophic disaster.

It is really puzzling that old Biden, Marsal, did the opposite and racked his brains to fight to the death with Du Weiguo.

"Before, that bastard Sha Shen destroyed a branch of my Church of Light in Bratislava and killed a saint of my church."

"Cut~"

Upon hearing this, Luo Li sneered with disdain, her tone full of undisguised mockery:

"A fucking saint? Martha, you're getting too into the role. It's just a case of a sparrow occupying a cuckoo's nest, but you really think you're the Pope of the Church of Light."

Having said that, Lori stopped the car on the side of the road:

"What the hell is this branch of the Illuminati? To put it bluntly, isn't it just a place to swindle people out of money?"

"If it's destroyed, then just destroy it. Why not just find a few idiots with shit in their brains and rebuild it? Why do you actively seek death and fight with the evil spirit?"

Lori's words were as sharp as a knife, and she ruthlessly exposed Marsal's past, which made him feel a little embarrassed and his face turned dark.

But seeing her suddenly stop the car, Marsal suppressed his anger and asked, "Why did you stop the car?"

  Luo Li turned off the car and pointed to a shabby gas station on the roadside not far away, and said in a muffled voice:

"This broken car is out of gas. This bastard must be trying to use the excuse of refueling to blackmail us. Damn, he died without any regrets."

Upon hearing this, Masar's face became even gloomier: "Leeche, go to the gas station and change the car. Remember to fill up the gas."

As soon as he finished speaking, the back door of the car was pushed open, and the skinny leech jumped out like a ghost without saying a word.

Leech is a mute. His tongue was cut off at the root.

He is also a person with special abilities, with special speed and bones that are different from those of ordinary people. Not only are they terrifyingly light, but they can also mutate and lengthen.

At the same time, leeches can also hover, glide, and change direction within a short distance, which is somewhat similar to the abilities of that little girl Fujiwara Sakura.

The gray whale had saved his life many times before, so the leech followed him to the Virgin Islands.

At this moment, next to the dilapidated gas station, there was a half-new dark red Chevrolet pickup truck parked. The leech walked straight to the front of the car without stopping.

"Pfft~"

His nails suddenly stretched out, like sharp knives, and pierced into the keyhole smoothly. He turned it left and right twice and opened the car door easily.

Just as Leech was about to enter the car to check the gas tank, the door of the gas station was suddenly pushed open, and a greasy, long-haired man came out with a double-barreled shotgun. "Where did you come from, you bastard? How dare you touch my car!"

He pointed his shotgun at Leech's back and cursed him angrily. While cursing, he pulled the bolt and put his finger on the trigger.

"Hey~"

The next second, before he could react, a blurry gray shadow that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye suddenly passed in front of him.

"Uh~"

The hunting rifle slipped from the sturdy man's hand, and he covered his throat tightly with both hands. Blood flowed out from between his fingers. He fell to his knees with a thud. His throat was instantly cut by the leech.

For a top-level expert like the Leech, ordinary people are basically no different from ants in front of him and have no ability to fight back.

After killing the greasy strong man, the leech's eyes turned slightly red, and its expression was distorted, looking extremely ferocious. It rushed straight into the gas station without touching the ground.

As soon as you enter the gas station, there is a disgusting and dirty small hall, and inside that is where people live.

There were four other people in total, including a man who looked somewhat similar to the greasy burly man and looked evil.

There was also a woman and two children of a few years old. These two children looked somewhat similar to the strong man whose throat was cut.

It is not difficult to tell from their facial features that this is a family. They should be in collusion with the illegal taxi drivers at the airport, working together to cheat the passengers.

The man who was drinking was stunned when he saw the leech suddenly rushing in. However, before he could stand up and ask, a sharp nail stabbed into his temple. With a thud, he fell heavily to the ground.

"Ah~"

A moment later, in the gas station, there was a sudden sound of a woman's shrill wails and a child's terrified cries.

  Hearing the noise, Luo Li frowned tightly, and her tone was full of disgust:

"Marsal, you are getting old and confused. Why did you let that damn pervert Leech pass? This bastard, he is having another attack!"

Masar simply glanced in the direction of the gas station, then retracted his gaze, slowly lit a cigarette, and said nonchalantly:

"Anyway, we have enough time. The leech is already feeling suffocated on the island. Let him vent a little. It doesn't matter."

  Although Luo Li felt very uncomfortable, she suppressed her temper and changed the subject in a cold tone:

"So, Marsal, you haven't answered my question yet. Why do you want to go against the evil spirit?"

  Masar exhaled the smoke slowly and replied in a deep voice:

"Things are different now. Since the end of World War II, the Church of Light has been strangled by the United States, Western European countries, and the church. Its influence is not as strong as before."

Upon hearing this, Luo Li's brows twisted into a big knot, but Marsal ignored her and continued:

“In the deserts of the Middle East, the Church of Light is seen as a scourge and a monster. It is naturally incompatible with our teachings in the East and cannot be spread at all.

I spent nearly ten years and put in a lot of effort to finally build a foundation in Eastern Europe, but it was easily shaken by the evil spirit. "

Marsal spoke sincerely, and his tone was even a little vicissitudes and sad.

However, after hearing what he said, Lori frowned even more tightly, feeling it was both ridiculous and disgusting. Even the gray whale, who had been silent all the time, couldn't help but curl his lips.

She knew Marsar's background very well. This old man was not a true believer of the Church of Light. He didn't even have any faith.

Since the First World War, the Church of Illuminati, which had been lingering on, began to rise gradually, and by the Second World War, it had become prosperous.

It was during this period that Marsal joined the Church of Light in order to avoid his enemies and seek support.

In the later stages of the war, the fortunes of the Church of Illuminati gradually died out with the decline of the Axis powers and the Church became unable to recover.

Under this premise, Marsal, relying on his sharp means and powerful military force, forcibly sat on the throne of the Pope and completely reaped the benefits of the Church of Light.

It was during this period that young Lori and Gray Whale both collaborated with him. Of course, they were both hired by him to help him eliminate dissidents.

After clearing all obstacles and firmly sitting on the throne, Marsal began to use the Church of Light to make a fortune.

Now the reputation of the Church of Illuminati has become so bad that it has become a most inferior cult organization that uses faith to defraud people of money.

It can be said that the culprit for the current state of the Church of Light is Marsal.

So, when Lori heard him pretending to be righteous and expressing his regret for the current situation of the Church of Light, she almost vomited up her overnight meal.

How do you describe this feeling? A farmhand killed the master, took over his wives and property, and then he got into the role and really thought of himself as the master.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand if you think about it carefully. Power is similar to drugs. In addition to being addictive, it can also make people lose their minds and become unable to extricate themselves.

"So, Feng Mo, you want to use the evil spirit to help the Church of Light regain its prestige?"

Lori felt uncomfortable and didn't say anything, but Gray Whale suddenly asked in a muffled voice.

  Masar nodded:

"Yes, that's what I planned. Killing this guy Sha Shen will not only help the Church of Light establish its prestige, but also allow us to seize an unimaginably lucrative industry."

  "Hehe~" Upon hearing this, Luo Li sneered and said sarcastically:

"Martal, you are really calculating. Do you think the God of Death is the second Church of Light? Are you trying to use the chicken to lay eggs?"

Without waiting for Masar to refute, Lori continued to interrupt:

"The God of Death is not the desperate Church of Light. He is now at the peak of his power, with elite soldiers and generals under his command. He is a real tough guy and almost invincible."

  At this point, Lori jokingly sneered:

"Masal, you've provoked the evil spirit. Aren't you afraid that you might break your teeth and lose your life?"

Lori's mouth was so smelly that Marsal's face turned blue after being ridiculed and scolded by her. He took several deep breaths in succession and only then did he manage to hold back his anger.

"Huh~Huh~ What do you mean by invincible? It's just a rumor. I've had a conflict with him before. He is indeed quite powerful, but not as powerful as you say?

As long as we are well prepared, we can kill him and all his men at once!"

"Huh? You've fought with the evil spirit? And you're still fine now? Marsal, you're not lying, are you?"

  Lori was very surprised, but Marsal looked a little proud:

"Of course, I have fought him in Lugano, Switzerland, and I only lost a few dozen wolfhounds and some men. At that time, I had the upper hand and almost buried his wife.

That’s why I said that he is not as powerful as the legend says. Moreover, if our trip is successful, the benefits we will gain will be unimaginable, like a mountain of gold and a sea of ​​silver.”

  At this point, Masar changed the subject:

“Lori, you can retire with Lei Bola in the future, find a good place, and enjoy life comfortably.

And you, Gray Whale, have enough money to buy any ancient coins you like, as many as you want and whatever you want."

Upon hearing this, Lori and Gray Whale both showed an excited look on their faces.

No one wants to live on the edge of a knife and be in danger every day. Besides, they have been struggling for half of their lives and are really tired of it.

I have to say that this old charlatan, Marsal, is really quite capable. With just a few words, half true and half false, he managed to fool Lori and the others.

It was cold and rainy in Kathmandu on the Nepalese plateau, but thousands of miles away in Hong Kong Island and Shanghua Mountain, it was blazing with flames.

Countless dwarf mules, with dull expressions, walked silently in front of Du Weiguo and formed a neat square like tofu blocks.

The lines are straight and flat, as if they were cut by a knife or an axe. They look pleasing to the eye, yet extremely strange.

At this moment, the team suddenly split open a passage like a wave, and a tall, thin, naked figure slowly appeared in the thick smoke.

This guy is naturally a jellyfish.

Du Weiguo's estimation was absolutely correct. This guy cherishes his life and is afraid of death.

Seeing that the entire hill was surrounded by flames with no blind spots left, he naturally refused to accept death and could only go down the mountain in embarrassment.

But once he got down the mountain, he inevitably entered the terrifying hypnotic range of the Nightmare, lost his self-awareness, and walked in front of Du Weiguo like a zombie.

In the light of the fire and the morning glow, Du Weiguo looked at the skinny man staggering towards him, his eyes flickering and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.