Fish swimming around the world

Jiang Fan also learned the real name of this mummy for the first time. It was strange that it was Gilga.

However, this guy smelled of herbs and strong spices, which was very pungent. He spoke very little and had a strange tone. Jiang Fan really didn't understand why Feng Chen found such a tour guide for him.

But it just so happened that he had long wanted to meet this weird and mysterious guy.

"Your accent is very strange. Are you not Chinese?" Jiang Fan looked around and made excuses to chat.

Gilga just made a slightly hoarse noise, but there was nothing more to say.

I searched for more than a dozen topics over and over again, but this guy didn't say five sentences in total.

Jiang Fan was a little depressed, thinking that Feng Xiaoniao probably did it on purpose. Is it to prevent him from prying into the news by finding such a guy who cherishes his words like gold?

But in this short period of time, Jiang Fan unexpectedly discovered that this guy carried an unusually noble aura. Although he was wrapped like a rice dumpling, he could not hide the demeanor in his gestures and words.

Is it possible that we Chinese also practice mummification? Is the mummy really a big shot?

"Why are you wearing bandages? You look like a mummy..."

At the sound of "mummy", Gilga's body shook slightly, and his eyes showed a strange light: "Mummy... mummy?"

Jiang Fan said: "It is said that in the far west, after a king dies, his internal organs are removed, stuffed with spices, and then wrapped like this and put into a coffin. It is said that it can remain immortal. Some people say that this is called a mummy."

Gilga's aura seemed to be fluctuating, showing a certain ferocity.

"King, Immortal...Hmph!"

His groan made Jiang Fan feel strange: "You seem to have different opinions?"

Gilga did not speak.

Jiang Fan's expression suddenly changed: "By the way, the top of Guanyue Peak where the Feng family used to be was a pyramid. Did you pull it out from there? No way."

Gilga suddenly stopped and turned his head to stare at him: "Pyramid...how did you know the name?"

Jiang Fan's mind moved slightly until he finally found a topic that the other party was interested in. He remembered that Fengchen was also a little surprised by the term pyramid. He called it the Climbing Tower or something like that.

"Of course I've heard that too. Isn't the Pyramid the tomb of the Pharaoh?"

"Pharaoh?" Gilga's skull-like eyes stared at Jiang Fan: "Have you heard of this title?"

Jiang Fan felt more and more strange: "Yes, why do you seem so surprised?"

Gilga stared at him: "No one should have heard so much about pharaohs, tombs, mummies, spice fillings... I know very well that the news from there cannot reach here..."

Listening to his dry, harsh, and hoarse voice, Jiang Fan's eyes flashed: "Where is it?"

"You...haven't heard of it this time?"

Jiang Fan looked a little strange, stared at him and said slowly: "I don't know if it's Greece, Babylon, or Mesopotamia..."

The latter's body was shaken violently, and he looked at him in great shock: "Who are you?"

Jiang Fan was also shocked. He didn't know if these terms existed in this world. He just chose the ones related to mummies and tried to find out. He didn't expect that it would cause such a huge reaction from the other party.

The next moment, the bandages on Gilga's body began to flutter, and he was exuding a deathly aura, and there was a strange clicking sound coming from his body, as if there were insects eating wood...

Jiang Fan was frightened and took a few steps back to make a defensive posture.

"Are you...them? Coming to find me?"

Jiang Fan looked at him warily: "Them? Who are they?"

The aura exuded by Gilga became more and more sinister: "They... they are gods, and you are the envoy of gods?"

Jiang Fan was stunned: "God? God's envoy?"

Gilga stared at him and suddenly shook his head: "No, no, you are a human, not them... But why do you know this..."

Jiang Fan took a deep breath: "What did I say right?"

Gilga said: "The great Uruk nation, the beautiful city-state, is in Mesopotamia... that is the fertile land named by the gods!"

Jiang Fan stayed on the spot.

It took him a while before he came back to his senses: "So, where are you from? Are there gods there?"

Gilga looked at him deeply, then suddenly stopped, turned his head, and stopped talking.

Jiang Fan refused to give up: "Is it a god like the gods here?"

The other party's breath was fluctuating, and he seemed to be in an unusually unsettled state of mind, but he still did not speak.

"Who are your gods? Where do they come from?"

Still no response.

"Where are you, one of the five major regions?"

This sentence finally made the other party react: "You know a lot about the five major domains. Who are you...?"

Jiang Fan stared at him: "I'm just a scholar and know a lot of strange knowledge. Do you want us to exchange it?"

The other person's dark eye sockets stared at him for a long time, and finally turned his head. No matter how many questions Ren Jiangfan asked, he didn't say a word.

Jiang Fan was confused, but he had no choice but to press it.

After walking around the city, his purpose was actually to observe the situation in Daicang, one of the eight warehouses of the farm. He felt relieved when he saw that it was still open for business.

He really wanted to go back to Feng Chen to inquire about the mummy, but Feng Chen had already set off for the war, so he had no choice but to leave with full of doubts.

Before leaving, he accidentally met Zhou Dalu. It was said that Fengchen arranged for him to see off his guests.

Jiang Fan knew that this was Feng Chen telling him that he had indeed not touched Zhou Dalu.

Only Zhou Dalu was filled with guilt and regret. After decades of hard work, he finally got a high position as a messenger, but was eventually discovered by Feng Chen.

Jiang Fan could only comfort him, saying, "Who is Feng Chen? You have done a good job." He even proposed to take him back, but was rejected by Zhou Dalu.

The reason was simple. He knew the Feng family and Feng Chen best. Since both parties had already talked it out, he might as well be here openly, and he could see a lot of things.

In the end, Jiang Fan had no choice but to do what he wanted.

After meeting Feng Chen, Jiang Fan was going to the last place - Guanyue Peak.

That's right, he publicly went to pay respects under the banner of the hidden minister of the state. He really wanted to see what the so-called Wumeng was like.

Unfortunately, the other party obviously didn't like him very much. Although he didn't refuse his visit, he didn't receive him formally. He just sent an elder Bingyin to invite him to drink two cups of tea at the former Feng family hall, now the Wumeng headquarters. He didn't even introduce important figures, and expressed his intention to send him away in a very cold attitude.

Jiang Fan knew that it was only under such special circumstances, otherwise, the Wumeng would dare to kill him.

It was boring to stay any longer, so he could only shake his head and start to go down the mountain.

But unexpectedly, at the foot of the mountain, he was stopped by a blue-clothed sword boy, who bowed politely and said something that surprised him a little: "The World Honored One Jiazi wants to see him."

Jiang Fan's mind moved slightly. He was not on the mountain, but waiting for him at the foot of the mountain. Jiazi, the current power controller of Taihua... wanted to say something?

Without thinking too much, he motioned Tiehua to follow him and entered a pine forest.

Under a centuries-old ancient pine, Jiazi placed a copper teapot, a small red clay charcoal stove, and four copper teacups in front of him, and was brewing tea by himself.

"Great Elder... What a refined taste."

Jiang Fan was not polite either, and walked over and sat opposite him.