bit stealing game

Chapter 117 Fairy tales are all lies

Watching Li Yuan and the others continue walking to an endless place, those who were left behind continued to rest where they were until the elite troops came back, or they hadn't come back for too long.

Okay, it's okay now, the dangerous people are all gone. I held my breath and leaned against the wall. But the few remaining ones are not really bad.

Chang Xiao has always been neither yin nor yang, and it’s hard to tell how many evil intentions are hidden behind that droopy face. When everyone entered Senet, he did not stand with Teacher Bai, but instead stood with me. And he

It seemed that he was not bothered by our current predicament at all, and he just leaned on his backpack and closed his eyes to relax.

Ali could not continue to follow his night action. Originally, there were only four people in the small Egyptian group. Socrates, Lou Shiqi and others stayed on top. Once Hassan and Laila left, they could only do it by themselves.

He was nesting at the root of the wall. Not far from him was a mural on a shrine. He looked like a destitute believer. And I would not feel any pity for this liar because of his situation.

The green-eyed underage Jason fell silent after Buswell and others left. He leaned against the wall and took a nap, with an astonishingly low sense of presence. He didn't do anything out of the ordinary except quarrel with the bearded man, so

I didn't pay much attention either.

I'm not very familiar with the rest of them, and I didn't even notice them much before. I just thought they were all lackeys of Carl and Stephanie. Only the scientist whose life was saved by Lou Shiqi still had some impression. He was also the first to propose this.

The "underworld" in ancient Egypt was a topological structure. But except for

In addition, I don’t know anything about him at all, and I don’t even know what field this “scientist” is researching. But seeing that he was receiving support from outside at first, and now he is being “protected” by a redhead and a British bald man,

He's probably a character too. He needs to find an opportunity to strike up a conversation.

As for the remaining mercenaries, I couldn't call them names, and I didn't want to deal with them. I was just secretly wary of being stabbed in the back. Xia Shangzhou didn't take them seriously, which made me a little bit nervous.

I am looking forward to the strength of this 279 combat power ceiling.

After waiting for a long time, a few minions lost their temper and ran to the corner not knowing what they were doing. Then they placed something in front of the mural of the shrine at the end of the corridor. Ali turned around and jumped up angrily.

He stopped and was pushed back.

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

Ali kicked their "offerings" away. The minions were about to fall ill when they had nothing to do, and now they found a reason.

Since I was far away, I didn't know what happened. But how could these mercenaries have such good intentions? Seeing how angry Ali was, even though I didn't want to care about him, I couldn't just sit back and watch the internal fighting. I walked over.

I saw the sealed box containing excrement that Xia Shangzhou had introduced to me lying on the ground.

He actually put filth in front of the statue. No wonder Ali was so angry.

This is not my god, but it does not tolerate such blasphemy. Moreover, this underground temple is too evil. Li Yuan and the others don't know what the situation is. It is impossible to let idiots do whatever they want.

Just as I was about to teach those slanderous people a lesson, Arno ran over and said that there was a mural that he wanted me to see. After saying that, he put his arm around my shoulders and led me back, dragging Ali away as well. I glared at him, and he gave me a hard blow.

I winked, and then I saw the green-eyed minor passing by rubbing his shoulders.

"Do you want to use your hands or your eyes as offerings? I'll help you."

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

I threw Arno away and stood in front of Jason. Those green eyes looked at me in confusion.

Facing these mercenaries was like confronting a rabid American Bull Terrier. These people were crazy and had no regard for the overall situation. I secretly complained.

"Everyone is tired now, let's rest for a while." The hero did not suffer the immediate loss. After assessing the combat effectiveness of the enemy and ourselves, I put my hat on them and said, "I might have to rely on you to save the situation later."

Arno also came to smooth things over: "Yes, let's all take a rest. Who knows when we will have to move on. Come on, come on, I still have some wine here, try it quickly."

After I finished showing off my smile, I choked on my breath and felt particularly uncomfortable. After gritting my teeth and turning my head to look at the murals again, I returned to the wall and sat down. Xia Shangzhou looked at me approvingly, and I reluctantly smiled at her.

Arnuo also came over. At least this little guy is still here. Now, apart from Xia Shangzhou, he is the only one I can trust among these people.

In fact, I have many things to ask Yano, including what exactly [Boiling Snow] and [Kaos] are and what special functions they have, which makes so many people flock to these ores with special magnetic fields. But now more than a dozen people are interested in them.

Sitting in the corridor, which is only three or four meters wide, taller people have to straighten their legs.

They stumbled over each other and said that there was no secret in what they said. Arnold was not like me and Xia Shangzhou who could encrypt the conversation in Chinese. Even if he wanted to ask, he couldn't ask at this moment, so he could only give up. I moved aside.

He moved up so that Arno could sit more relaxedly. He rolled his eyes and told some anecdotes.

After chatting boredly for a while, Arnold suddenly said: "Yu, you said that if this is the 'underworld' of ancient Egypt, can we see the pharaoh's tomb later?"

"I don't know now." I leaned against the wall, not even bothering to turn my head towards him. This place was really weird, and all the knowledge about ancient Egypt was useless, and I even had to doubt my own common sense.

and professionalism.

It stands to reason that Pharaoh becomes a god after his death. As the incarnation of gods in the human world, Pharaoh maintains the delicate order between humans, gods and the natural world. The Egyptians believe in Pharaoh, and Pharaoh believes in his gods. But in that line, the gods promised to mankind

Behind the passage, there is only death and no rebirth. But why did the rulers of ancient Egypt go to great lengths to create such a place?

Arnold was not affected by my emotions and said enthusiastically: "Then do you think there will be little swallows flying here from England to spend the winter?"

I immediately sat up straight.

Sure enough, Arno turned his face to me and rolled his eyes diagonally across from me. There sat a middle-aged man who had been silent all this time. He was the scientist who was rescued from Apep's mouth by Lou Shiqi. He was killed by two

Strong men crowded in the middle, one on the left and the other on the right, seeming to be protecting and threatening.

Although I didn’t know who Arno was showing me, when he mentioned The Happy Prince, I knew he was talking about those radioactive ores. A few days ago, he used Oscar Wilde’s fairy tale as a metaphor for the discovery of former Soviet scientists.

[Boiling Snow], and that heart made of lead is on me now.

"You are so old, and you still tell fairy tales. Rather than talking about this, I am actually more interested in Atlantis. I am doing archeology in ancient Greece. If the Lost Kingdom really existed, it would really make my hands itch.

." I understood it and even rubbed my hands after saying that.

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

OK, someone took the bait. I glanced at Arno quietly, and he raised his eyebrows proudly.

The speaker was a mercenary sitting to the left of the scientist. He had long, sparse reddish-brown hair and was wearing a combat uniform commonly seen on cannon fodder in American blockbusters. If he hadn't suddenly started talking to me, I might not have noticed.

to him.

"As an archaeologist, I will not be so arbitrary before seeing the evidence." I said deliberately disapprovingly. "In order to prove that God does not exist, those who engage in biblical archeology have to find out where the legend comes from.

. Without seeing the tomb of Jesus and the body inside, no one can say whether he returned to the world after three days*."

"Yu, maybe there are things you don't know. I still like those mysterious things, how romantic." Arnold winked at me, and he leaned forward with interest and asked, "Why do you say that?

Yeah, Joshua?"

Joshua? My eyebrows raised uncontrollably, and I subconsciously looked at the gun in the man's hand. I actually met a devout Christian, and I just used the Bible to study the people who dug the tomb of Jesus.

For example, he didn't raise his hand to shoot me, which really gave me an advantage.

"That's a long story." Joshua looked like he didn't want to say more. But if he really didn't want to say it, he could have ignored our conversation.

Naturally, Arnold would not miss this opportunity. He approached Joshua, took out an exquisite little wine bottle from his pocket and handed it over, smiling:

"Then let's talk slowly. The most important thing we lack now is time."

*Legend has it that Jesus resurrected three days after his death and walked the world again

(End of chapter)