Now that Han Zhongxuan and the others knew about Xing Jie's discovery, after paying a large sum of money, there would be nothing for him to do here.

So watching others tired like dogs, but lying on the herb mat and drinking cold drinks became Xing Jie's only job. But if you do this, you will inevitably become a public enemy.

As for whether he would be forced to drink by the shameless five people who had rested and the White Russian girls of the American team, Basang said that he didn't see it. Until now, he also felt that Xing Jie's only purpose here now was to have bad intentions.

Why?

The sign is easy to find, and twenty kilometers north from the town of Zomai there is a ruin that has been swallowed up by the forest. Although the valuable goods here have long been looted by looters from an unknown number of years ago, it must be said that the sculptures in the ruins are still a source of inspiration for the craftsmen of Zomai Town.

No one knows what happened here or who lived here.

Even the oldest elder of Zomai only vaguely said that this was already the case when his grandfather was a child. For this, Han Zhongxuan can only say MMP. There is also a way, according to the ancient cultural relics, this kind of thing will only be thought of after you are full.

And this place has not been peaceful since the Middle Ages, when there were slave hunters, and apart from this, they did not even have enough to eat, and in addition, they were worried every day whether civil strife would arise again. The Zomai people, who finally settled down, are bent on making money, as for the ruins?

They don't have the time to think about these things that don't make sense.

Seeing his grandfather running long distances in the forest day and night at such an age, Xing Jie said that his heart was about to break. In order not to fall into this deep self-blame again, Xing Jie chose to use a blindfold to cover the nap, which is a shameless method similar to ostrich tactics.

The search was quite arduous. With the ruins as the center, all the teams sent out their elite strong generals, and dozens of people got into the sweltering forest early every morning, until the sun went down, dragging their extremely tired bodies back to the camp.

Although the forests of Africa are not as perverted as the Amazon, as I told Father York, there are so many insects, coupled with all kinds of strange animals and plants, even if it is a master, in this high-intensity, high-frequency situation, it is normal for losses to occur.

Anyway, how do you say it? That is, the leaders of the teams have not had a smile on their faces in the past few days. Before the excavation began, six or seven had died, and if we had gone to the last step and found the ruins in this jungle, how many people would have died in the scramble?

And although Xing Jie rests under the big tree every day, his heart is also impatient. Unlike those in the second-rate ranks, he certainly knew what the so-called ruins were.

What does the Tower of Babel mean?

Why is this site called the Tower of Babel? You know, the word Babel didn't mean much in ancient Hebrew. It means rebellion.

A tower of rebellion?

Who rebelled against whom?

Is this ironclad evidence of man's rebellion against God, as described in the Bible, or is it a supermassive rebellion of fighting creatures, as has been done in previous excavations?

The most important point is, who is recording all this?

Is it really a Guardian?

If it were true, the history of this guardian would not have been as old as the Pope had said, only 2,000 years. At least one thing is that many of the myths that have been used as deceiving children have solid evidence in the hands of these people.

But what if not?

Because if it's true, those Guardians are too powerful. There are so many markers, a lot of stories that take place in the bottomless ruins, how could these Guardians know about this back then?

Xing Jie really wanted to rush into the jungle to find clues and fight selflessly.

But not now, he was waiting for a suitable opportunity, waiting for his grandfather's elite soldiers to lose to the limit, Xing Jie naturally had a reason to approach him again.

After all, Basang is now a bodyguard, not a treasure hunter. Their accusation is to protect Xing Jie's grandfather's safety, and it is not their duty to dig up the relics or not.

As for how the Pope had anything to do with 1945, Xing Jie did not know, coupled with Han Zhongxuan's anger towards the Guardians. The two top teams plus the Holy See hidden in the darkness, the three forces work together to deal with the Guardians, this situation makes Grandpa very distressed now.

In the past few days, a total of six people have died in the exploration team, but four of them are grandfather's men. And none of these four people are in the combat department, all of them are experts and scholars specializing in African history, and I dare not say that each of them is a famous and famous figure, but it can still be said that he has made quite a lot of achievements in the circle.

died here in such an unknown way, which makes people inevitably sigh.

Xing Jie's grandfather said that he was targeted by all the teams, but he didn't have any way. glanced at the bored Xing Jie, and there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

"Dear Jie, do you have any thoughts on this exploration? Several teams have spent a lot of manpower and material resources, but there is still nothing to gain, do you think there is a problem with that information?" Clara took a sip of the glass of fruit wine, tilted her neck and asked Xing Jie.

"I'm not afraid the information is wrong, but I think the way you're looking for the ruins is really weak. Are you stupid enough to not understand such a simple reason? Besides, even if you don't understand what is going on, look at how the Guardians do it. Why are they moving so close to the northeast, why can't you figure this out?" Xing Jie said casually as he carefully cleaned his pipe.

"But if you go further to the northeast, you will enter the borders of Guinea. Clara said with a smile.

"Are you stupid to be slept by Old Han, and you still come to me with such a simple question? You have the time to lend me your chef, I think his barbecue is delicious. Xing Jie glanced at the other party and said.

None of us are stupid, what's wrong with my grandfather? Hurriedly rushed in that direction, the movement was too obvious. Xing Jie didn't believe why Clara came over and pulled around, wasn't he worried that he would be cheated?

Lao Han and these people can't wait to come up with six meanings for everything, and he is even more familiar with what kind of person Xing Jie's grandfather is. This kind of behavior is completely different from the ruthless Liu Jiaming before, okay. This had to make him think a lot more about it.

What's in the north?

Is it really Guinea? But there's Mali, there's Niger. None of this is the most important thing, the most important thing is a country, a very strange country.

That's Egypt!

Isn't it a little reminiscent of all the fighting creatures that can be found in the statues of the gods of this country, but so far no ruins have been found, and even the cube has a prototype made of stone?

If there are the remains of the Tower of Babel in Zomai, there is only one reason.

That's war!

This truth is easy to think clearly, but Han Zhongxuan and they don't dare to try it easily, because of Xing Jie. Even if he said that he had nothing to do with his grandfather, he didn't think so in the eyes of others.

After all, the Chinese attach importance to blood, which is famous all over the world. Not to mention being a grandfather, it is just an ordinary Chinese who will cordially shout when he meets a fellow countryman abroad.

In addition, Xing Jie slapped everyone just after coming here, and many people were holding their breath in their hearts, waiting to see the joke between the two.