If it weren't for the fact that it was already dark at this time, which was very different from before, Qin Qiaoqing and the others really couldn't believe what they had experienced.

Out of danger, Ye Fan was thinking at the moment that if he wanted to get a few more space-time fragments from the Council of Elders, he might as well follow the Pope's wishes and go to this peacemaker.

These space-time fragments are one, what would happen if they could collect all the fragments? Reverse time and space at will, control the past and the future?

Such a temptation was so great that even a cautious person like him could have moved his mind.

"Brother Ye, let's get out of here quickly...... Although only three days have passed, Lu Qingyu still wants to leave early, this gladiatorial arena always gives people a gloomy and evil feeling, and this feeling is even worse at night.

"Okay!" Ye Fan and his party walked back from the way they came, and found that a trimmed sign had been hung at the gate, which was probably a decision made by the Holy See as a last resort after discovering that they were missing, closing the gladiatorial arena and prohibiting tourists from entering.

When the gatekeeper saw them coming out of the arena, he flicked his flashlight a few times, and the light illuminated their faces, and the guard was so shocked that the flashlight fell to the ground, and fled to the hut with a scream, not knowing who to call.

After taking two taxis, before Ye Fan and the five of them returned to the hotel, Joan of Arc received a greeting call from the Pope himself.

The news spread fast enough, and in ten minutes, it reached the core controller of the Holy See.

After a period of cold and warmth, the call was transferred to Ye Fan.

"How did the Presbyterians know we were going to the Colosseum?" the Pope was speechless and stunned for several seconds.

"By Jesus, I definitely didn't do this!" the Pope quickly put his mind aside, "the Presbyterians may have infiltrated the interior of the Holy See, think about it, they dare to go to St. Peter's Basilica to disturb the order, what else can't be done?"

Ye Fan didn't come up with a result, he didn't seem to think so, and instead smiled faintly: "Really, where are you negotiating with them?"

"Still in contact, Your Excellency, without your help, I'm afraid we won't be able to negotiate a solution!"

"Well, I'll think about it one more night and give you an answer tomorrow. I'm so tired, I just went to ancient Rome, and now I have to rush back to the hotel to rest, and I will discuss something tomorrow. ”

"Well, wait for your good news. The Pope closed the line with joy.

"This old fox. Ye Fan snorted coldly, he had already guessed that this matter must be related to the Pope, he had just mentioned ancient Rome, and the Pope didn't even ask, either pretending to be stupid or already knew the secrets of the Presbyterian Church!

For thousands of years, the Holy See has planted eyeliner all over the world, especially the chess pieces in other sects, which may be dozens of times more than the CIA! Ye Fan guessed that the Pope knew the secret of the Presbyterian Council's possession of the fragments of time and space, but he did not expect that they would use it against him, and the appearance of those assassins must also be related to the deliberate leakage of the news by the Holy See.

When the old fox did this, he must have wanted to pull himself into the gang, and once there was a conflict with the Elders' Council, it would be impossible for Ye Fan to stay out of the matter. But the Pope could not have imagined that he was the one who started the whole thing, and that without him stealing the Shroud, there would be no chaos today.

Vatican, Papal Palace, Gregory XVII stood at the window, looking at the dazzling night view of the city of Rome, a smile appeared on his old face.

"It's up to you, old friends. He spoke softly, like into the air.

Twenty minutes by car back at the Holiday Inn in Rome, everyone was tired.

This tense journey was an extremely harsh test of the brain, and everyone was mentally tortured, and when they entered the elevator, they were a little lazy and sleepy.

When they came to the hotel corridor, everyone was about to go back to their rooms to rest, Ye Fan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he waved his hand to stop everyone: "Wait!"

"What's wrong, Mr. Ye?"

"Is there a situation?"

Qin Qiaoqing and Luo Xiaogang tightened their spirits and shrank behind him.

Lu Qingyu also sensed something, and said in a low voice: "There is danger!"

As soon as the words ended, something moved on the carpet at the end of the hallway!

Twisting and winding, crawling slowly! The black oppression, more and more, closer and closer.

"Snakes! oh my God, how can there be snakes?" Qin Qiaoqing was so frightened that she was frightened, few girls were not afraid of snakes and insects, so many snakes suddenly appeared, swimming towards them, and they were very strong if they didn't collapse to the ground.

"It's a cobra!" Joan of Arc looked startled and tightened her grip on the cross necklace around her neck.

Ye Fan raised his hand to protect the left and right, and shouted towards the corridor: "Come out!"

The three figures walked out of the darkness, and seeing the outfits of the three men, Lu Qingyu frowned.

These people don't look like Romans, they don't look like Jews, they have darker skin, they're yellowish, but they're not Oriental, which is weird.

Not only that, but the three of them were also dressed in extremely strange outfits, the one at the head wore an exaggerated tiara, this black, white, and gold striped crown with alternating black, white, and gold stripes in the center was a cobra shape, and the gold decorations on both sides hung down to the shoulders!

The man was wearing a black over-the-knee robe, sleeveless, with two arms exposed, and in his left hand he held a pointed bone staff, the top of which was tied to the skull of some beast, and an eerie aura came to his face.

The other two attendants were bald, also wearing black robes with strange patterns, with strings of gold rings on their wrists, and their eyes were evil, not good.

"Egyptian priests?" Joan of Arc recognized the men, and the man's iconic cobra crown was a testament to his identity.

It turned out to be Egyptians, no wonder the skin color and appearance are strange, the Egyptian race, a fusion of ancient North African, Semitic blood, is a relatively ancient mixed race people, thousands of years earlier than the current South American Latin mixed race history.

Ye Fan thought about it again and again, and felt that the only thing that could intersect with them was the ancient Egyptian underground city under the Sahara Desert, but he didn't meet half of the Egyptians there, and the Hasha organization had already perished. And the Black Water Snake has been guarding there, and there is no strange induction, the spiritual connection between the spirit beast and the owner, even if it is separated by thousands of rivers and mountains, as long as it is in the same time and space, it can always be sensed, but the Black Water Snake has always been very calm......

"Joan of Arc ......" the Egyptian priest opened his mouth and laughed, his smile was terrifying, and his mouth full of teeth looked eerie and evil, and at the same time, the cobras crawling all over the ground stopped in the middle of the corridor, one by one, standing upright, showing off their might, and the black pressure of a piece of snake head, just looking at it makes people's scalp tingle.

"Who are you, what do you want to do?" asked Joan of Arc, plucking up the courage to call her out, apparently for a purpose.

The Egyptian priest grinned and replied, "Dear saint, I am the high priest of Bedouis, and I hope you will go with us to a place." ”

"You want to kidnap Joan of Arc, don't you want to succeed!" Lu Qingyu stepped forward and scolded coldly.

"We have come from far away Upper Egypt and must complete our mission. The High Priestess's face squeezed out a sinister smile, "Holy Maiden, please come with us." ”

The eyes of several companions turned to Ye Fan, wanting him to take an idea and see how to deal with it.

"What do you want Joan of Arc to do?" Ye Fan asked, raising his chin.

"You are not from the Holy See and cannot tell you. Bedouis shook his bone staff.

Ye Fan shook his head and stretched out his five fingers, "Okay, give you ten seconds to get out, count to ten, and if you are still here, you will be buried with these reptiles." ”

The High Priest's smile shrank abruptly, and a glint shone in his eyes, "You don't have to count to ten, I'll let you die at the mouth of Ace now!"

Ace is the ancient name for these Egyptian cobras, which have been domesticated by high priests since ancient Egyptian times as accomplices to kill.

Ye Fan smiled contemptuously, this person really has eyes above the top, thinking that a few reptiles can scare him?

When the two disciples of the high priest heard the teacher's command, they immediately blew the snake flute!

Like the Indians, the Egyptians domesticated the cobra by playing a flute to drive the snakes away from attack.

Dozens of pitch-black Egyptian cobras began to wriggle forward, spitting scarlet poison cores, opening their mouths and baring their fangs, and launched a demonstration.

"What should I do? Teacher Ye!" Luo Xiaogang was not stunned this time, it is estimated that he was too dizzy, and he had immunity, so in a hurry, he took off the fire extinguisher in the hotel corridor and prepared to fight hard.

"Don't be impatient, do you want to taste the taste of roast snake meat?" Ye Fan smiled and shook his fingers, and a flame erupted from his fingertips!

"Roast snake meat, no, no, no, this is a poisonous snake, or don't taste it......" Luo Xiaogang waved his hand repeatedly, but Ye Fan had already shot the Samadhi True Fire at the group of snakes!

Hula-

The carpet was ignited in an instant, and the corridor turned into a sea of fire in an instant!

The Egyptian cobras screamed and twisted and rolled in the sea of fire, dying and struggling, and before they could even dodge, they turned into pitch-black charcoal.

Across this sea of fire, the eyes of Ye Fan and the Egyptian high priest collided from afar, one sneered contemptuously, and the other was gloomy and vicious!