Stealing Game

Chapter 117
Seeing Li Yuan and the others continue to walk towards the endless place, those who were left behind continued to rest in place until the elite troops returned, or they hadn't returned for too long.

Well, it's all right now, the dangerous people are gone.I took a deep breath and leaned against the wall.However, the remaining few are not considered good stubble.

Chang Xiao has always been neither yin nor yang, it is hard to tell how many minds are hidden behind that drooping face.He didn't stand with Mr. Bai when everyone entered Senet, but instead stood with me.And he doesn't seem to be bothered by our current predicament at all, just leaning on his backpack and closing his eyes to rest.

Ali couldn't keep up with his nights.Originally, there were only four Egyptians in the small group. Socrates, Lou Shiqi and others stayed on it at that time. Once Hassan and Laila left, they could only hide themselves at the bottom of the wall.Not far from him was a mural of a shrine, and he looked like a devastated believer.And I will feel no pity for this liar's situation.

The green-eyed underage Jason fell silent after Boothwell and the others left. He leaned against the wall and dozed off, with an astonishingly low sense of presence.He didn't do anything out of the ordinary except for the big beard, so I didn't pay much attention.

I'm not very familiar with the rest, and I didn't even notice them before. I just think they are the running dogs of Carl and Stephanie. Only the scientist who was saved by Lou Shiqi still has some impressions. He was the first to propose this. The 'underworld' of ancient Egypt was the topological structure of man.But other than that, I don't know him at all, and I don't even know what field this "scientist" studies.But seeing that he was responding outside at the beginning, and now he is "protected" by a redhead and a British bald man, he is probably also a character.I have to find a chance to make a conversation.

As for the rest of the mercenaries, firstly I couldn't name them, and secondly I didn't want to deal with them, so I was secretly wary of being stabbed in the back.Xia Shangzhou didn't take them seriously, which made me look forward to the strength of the 279 combat power ceiling.

After waiting for a long time, a few minions couldn't bear their temper, and ran to the corner for no reason, and then placed something in front of the murals of the shrine at the end of this corridor.Ali turned his head to look, jumped up angrily to stop him, and was pushed back.

"Why, we are enshrining your gods!" Those people all laughed.

Ali kicked their "offering" away.The minions were busy and had nothing to do to get sick, and now they found a reason.

Being so far away, I don't know exactly what happened.But can these mercenaries have such good intentions?Seeing how angry Ali is, although I don't want to take care of him, I can't just sit back and watch the infighting.When I walked over, I saw the sealed box of excrement that Xia Shangzhou had introduced to me lying on the ground.

It turned out that the filth was placed in front of the statue, no wonder Ali was so angry.

This is not my god, but such blasphemy cannot be tolerated.Moreover, this underground temple is too evil, and Li Yuan and the others don't know what's going on. It's impossible to let the idiots do whatever they want.

As soon as he was about to teach those picky people a lesson, Yano ran over and said there was a mural he wanted me to see, and he took my shoulders back and took Ali away by the way.I glared at him, and he winked at me vigorously, only then did I see the green-eyed teenager rubbing his shoulders and passing by.

"Would you like to offer your hands or eyes? Let me help you."

Jason's voice was clear and his tone was flat, but what he said made people break out in cold sweat.Those minions didn't expect that he would get in the way and beat the children together.

I shake off Yano and stand in front of Jason.Those green eyes looked at me incredulously.

Confronting these mercenaries was like confronting a rabid American pit bull terrier. I groaned inwardly when they were mad and disregarded the overall situation.

"Everyone is tired now, why don't you rest for a while." The hero doesn't suffer from immediate losses.After assessing the combat effectiveness of the enemy and the enemy, I suppressed the fire and gave them a high hat: "Maybe I will have to rely on you to save the field later."

Yanuo also came to smooth things over: "Yes, take a rest, who knows when we will have to move on. Come, come, I still have some wine here, try it quickly."

After losing my smiling face, I choked on this breath, which made me feel very uncomfortable.Gritting my teeth and turning my head to read all the murals again, I went back to the wall and sat down.Xia Shangzhou looked at me approvingly, and I forced a smile at her.

Yano also came over.At any rate, this little boy is still here. Among these people, besides Xia Shangzhou, he is the only one I can trust.

In fact, I have a lot of things I want to ask Arno, including what are [Boiling Snow] and [Chaos], and what special functions do they have that make so many people flock to these ores with special magnetic fields.But now more than a dozen people are sitting opposite each other in the corridor that is no more than three or four meters wide, and the taller ones have to stagger each other with their legs stretched out. There is no secret in saying anything.Yanuo is not like me and Xia Shangzhou who can encrypt the conversation in Chinese. Even if he wants to ask at this moment, he can't ask, so he can only give up.I moved to the side so that Arno could sit more comfortably.He squinted his eyes and told some anecdotes in a rambling manner.

After chatting idly for a while, Yano suddenly said, "Yu, if this is the 'underworld' of ancient Egypt, can we see the tomb of the Pharaoh?"

"I don't know now either." I leaned against the wall and didn't even bother to turn my head to him.This place is really weird. The knowledge about ancient Egypt is useless, and I even have to doubt my common sense and professionalism.

It stands to reason that after old age and death, one becomes a god.As the incarnation of the gods on earth, the pharaoh maintained the delicate order between humans, gods and the natural world.The Egyptians believed in Pharaoh, and Pharaoh believed in his gods.But behind the passage that the gods promised to mankind, there is only death, not rebirth.But why did the rulers of ancient Egypt still mobilize people to create such a place?
Yanuo was not affected by my emotions, and said enthusiastically: "Then, do you think there will be little swallows flying here from England for the winter?"

I immediately sat up straight.

Sure enough, Arno turned his face to me, rolling his eyes diagonally opposite.Sitting there was a middle-aged man who had been silent all the time. It was the scientist who was rescued from Apepu by Lou Shiqi.He was squeezed in the middle by two strong men, one on the left and one on the right, seeming to protect and threaten him.

Although I don't know who Arno is showing me, but when he mentioned the Happy Prince, I knew he was talking about those radiated ores.A few days ago, he used this fairy tale of Oscar Wilde as a metaphor for the "boiling snow" discovered by the former Soviet scientists, and the heart made of lead is now on my body.

"How grown up, I still tell fairy tales. Rather than talking about this, I am actually more interested in Atlantis. I am doing ancient Greek archaeology. If the lost kingdom really exists, it is really itchy. .” I understood, and rubbed my hands after I finished speaking.

Someone sneered. "Take a break, Atlantis doesn't exist."

There it is, someone has taken the bait.I glanced at Yano quietly, and he raised his eyebrows triumphantly.

The speaker was a mercenary sitting to the left of the scientist. He had long, thin, reddish-brown hair and was wearing the kind of combat uniform commonly seen on cannon fodder in American blockbusters.If it weren't for the sudden conversation at this moment, I might not have noticed him.

"As an archaeologist, I wouldn't be so arbitrary before seeing the evidence." I deliberately disagreed. "Those who do biblical archaeology have to find out where the legends come from in order to prove that God does not exist. If they don't see the tomb of Jesus and the body inside, no one can say whether he died three days later. And returned to the world*."

"Yu, there may be something you don't know. I still like those mysteries, how romantic." Yanuo winked at me, and he leaned forward with great interest and asked, "Why do you say that? Yeah, Joshua?"

Joshua?I raised my eyebrows uncontrollably, and subconsciously looked at the gun in the man's hand.I actually ran into a devout Christian, and I even used the biblical archaeologists digging up Jesus’ grave as an example just now. He didn’t raise his hand and shot me.

"That's a long story." Joshua didn't seem to want to say more.But if he really doesn't want to say it, he can ignore our words.

Yano naturally would not let go of this opportunity.He approached Joshua, took out a delicate wine jug from his pocket, and handed it over, smiling:
"Let's talk about it slowly. What we need most now is time."

　*It is said that Jesus was resurrected three days after his death and walked in the world again

　　
　
(End of this chapter)