The American Scripture

The dusk on the desert is beautiful, the sunset on the horizon is round, like orange, without heat, but it looks very warm, and the sand on the desert has also become a color like gold, and the sun shines on people. It's like being coated with gold. …≦, the long and scattered figures fall on the ground, but it can be seen that some people’s shadows have the shape of guns of different lengths. Pistols and assault rifles and light machine guns.

"Mr. Nasrla--what a coincidence!" Zhen Fan opened his hands and walked towards the opposite Yousef Nasrla, "I didn't ask you to protect me, so... you guys What is the purpose of coming? Is it because half a million dollars is not enough? We have reached an agreement."

"No, no, Mr. Zhen, you are rich. Of course you know that half a million dollars is just a drop of water in a river." Nasrla said to Zhen Fan, "Of course I will not be satisfied, you will be satisfied. Is your current wealth? No, the pursuit of wealth is endless. There are countless treasures in Ramses II’s underground palace. It is said that the wealth collected during his battles is in his underground palace, so... …This is my pursuit, so… If you want you not to hinder me, I will not threaten you. You do yours, I do mine, and we are all in peace. How?" He opened his hands. , Said to Zhen Fan, but he always held a pistol in his hand, and then shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay, let's not interfere with each other!" Zhen Fan said to him, "I hope you have the words. You know, I have a lot of money, I don't care about the wealth here, I just want to find the one missing here. Girl, okay. Now we will find our own, goodbye. Mr. Chief Police!" Zhen Fan said, pointing at Mr. Nasrla, turned and left.

"Mr. Nasrla. Do you want to kill them?" A bald man spit on the sand, and then said to Nasrla, "We have found a place anyway. Otherwise, we have found it. , And share with them?"

"No hurry, after all, the gate of the underground palace hasn't opened yet. Let's wait until they enter. Anyway, we will follow. If there is any danger, we can let them hold it first. Do you want to find the way first? Nasrla smiled disdainfully at the bald head, "After they find the treasure, it will not be too late for us to kill them. Putting up a tent here, it seems that it is impossible to dig today."

Just when Nasr was pulling up a tent, Zhen Fan also started to set up a tent here. They didn't plan to start looking for the gate of the underground palace immediately, and everything will be discussed tomorrow. Although Janice Fur was missing. But the situation is not clear now, and it is night again, of course, we cannot act rashly.

Soon, night fell. The night in the desert is very cold. The temperature difference between day and night is very large, so Christina and Tommy Atkinson both put on thick coats. And there was a fire in front of the tent. Not only did Zhen Fan start a fire here, but also a few fires there. They were drinking over there and their voices were loud. It seems very noisy.

Zhen Fan is not idle here either, drinking beer while grilling. While chatting with Christina. Mainly talk about this Ramses II. Zhen Fan is more interested in the history of Ramses II. Fortunately, Christina was well prepared and found a lot of information, so she told Zhen Fan very carefully.

"I found a very strange phenomenon. During the campaign of Ramses II, many records or legends about him mentioned a phenomenon. This phenomenon is that when large-scale battles are carried out, some abnormalities will occur. The weather changes, such as lightning and thunder, storms and even hail, etc. These weather phenomena can often help Ramses II to achieve great victories, which is why he has never failed." Christina said. , And raised his own question to Zhen Fan.

Zhen Fan nodded and said: "I have this kind of doubt. If Ramses II really has an immortal body, or that this kind of abnormal nature will appear every time he fights on a large scale. Phenomenon, I can only draw one conclusion, that is, Ramses II has the ability to control these."

"If a person can control the power of nature, it will be a scary existence, so he will fight again and again. As for his immortality, it can be explained. But... how could he be affected? How about people killing? This is a bit unreasonable, based on such speculations."

"Maybe... there will be other reasons. When the underground palace calls, maybe we can find the answer!" Zhen Fan nodded to Christina, then looked at the place of the underground palace, and felt that this underground palace was true. Some of them are not simple, and they may also have something to do with what they are looking for.

Tommy Atkinson next to him is already asleep. He had long been unable to support it. Although Zhen Fan gave him some vitality to regain his strength, after all, he had been tortured in a mentally ill hospital, so he couldn't stand the trap and went to sleep in a tent next to him. Zhen Fan looked at Christina but was also a little sleepy, and kept yawning, so he said to her: "You go to bed first, I will sit here for a while."

"Okay, I'm going to bed, you too, we will go to open the gate of the underground palace as early as possible tomorrow." Christina nodded, then stood up and walked towards the tent over there, three finished tents arranged in a zigzag pattern . Christina's tent is in the middle.

"Hey, little girl, if you can't sleep, you can come here to sleep. My tent is so big that it can accommodate two people!" Suddenly one of the people over there shouted at Christina, and the rest of them all said Hey laughter, the one named Christina is the bald, he is waving at Christina.

Christina raised her **** to him rudely, and then she left her in the tent without paying any attention. All those people burst into laughter. Suddenly the bare hair let out a weird scream, it reflexively scratched around like a needle stabbed, and made a terrifying cry as it scratched: "Scorpion, my god, it's a scorpion. Just now it got into my clothes. Now, ah—God, it bit my finger."

The bald head suddenly covered his fingers and knelt on the ground, and everyone saw a green-brown scorpion protruding from his fingers, and then plunged into the soil, and was shocked. I hurriedly got up to see if there is such a terrible thing under my body, because now the bald fingers have quickly swelled up.

"Stretch your finger out!" Suddenly Nasrla took out a sharp dagger and pressed the bald finger on a stone. As soon as the blade passed, he cut off that finger. Suddenly, the head of the time let out a stern scream. So Christina stretched her head out of the tent, looked over there and said, "Did something happen?"

"Someone has lost his finger, go to sleep. I guess it will be a sleepless night over there!" Zhen Fan said to Christina, shaking his head. Christina looked at Zhen Fan suspiciously, then looked over there, blinked at Zhen Fan, and said with a wink, "But, thank you." She retracted her head and went to bed with peace of mind. went.

There has been a mess over there. The bald head whose finger was chopped off screamed frantically at Nasrla: "Are you tmd crazy? This is my finger, not your finger. You said it was chopped off? I am You hired it, not your servant. Do whatever you want. Believe it or not, I will blow your head with a shot.” ​​As he said, he suddenly raised his pistol at Nasrla and pointed it at his head. .

Yusuf Nasrla snorted at him disdainfully, then sat down, took out the cigarette, took out a cigarette, took out a lighter, lit the fire, and took a comfortable sip. He burst out smoke and said, "Idiot, you should thank me. If I hadn't cut off your finger, you should go and see God now. Go and see for yourself that stupid finger that you dropped on the ground. See what it looks like now."

The bald head was stunned, gritted his teeth, and looked at the fingers on the ground. Under the light of the fire, the fingers were completely black and swollen. Already double the size of the original shape. It can be seen that this scorpion is very toxic. If you don't cut off your fingers in time, you really don't know what the consequences will be.

"This is the most venomous scorpion in the desert~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The pure black scorpion is more venomous. As long as you get a bite by it, within ten minutes, you have to see God." Nasrla Shrugged his shoulders, "This can only be blamed on your luck. Cut it off in time and bandage it yourself. In the future, it is best to hide this thing or trample it to death with one foot. The toxicity can kill three elephants, and the most powerful king cobra in the desert is even more toxic."

The bald lips moved, and he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it. The fingers were so painful, he found the first aid kit from his backpack, disinfected the fingers, and wrapped them up. Then I sat down very depressed. The others have increased their vigilance, their eyes are on the ground. I'm afraid that something terrible bug or something will get out again.

"Go to sleep, get enough energy, and tomorrow we can get our treasure." Yusuf Nasrla said, and walked to the tent by himself and got in. Now only the tent is the safest. The guys who wanted to cook and eat meat all left the fire and hid in the tent.

This night, in the noisy atmosphere, gradually turned into the opportunity, and when the fire of the fire was slowly extinguished, the entire desert was plunged into boundless darkness. And this desert doesn't seem to be so peaceful, on the contrary, there is an increasingly solemn atmosphere. (To be continued...)