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Walking through the alley to the fork in the road ahead, Gordon hesitated for a moment.

The fork in the road on the left leads to the Temple of Allah, which is a holy place for believers, and soldiers will never break into it to search. The temple was well supplied with food and water, and there were many temples, so it was perfect to hide, not to mention that Sinbad's father's treasure was still buried under the temple's fasting room.

But Gordon has always liked to plan ahead and prepare before he starts. Now that he doesn't know the reality of the temple, he is really a little unaccustomed to breaking into it rashly.

"Pap-pa-pa-pa-pa!" The sound of leather boots clattering on the gravel pavement was faintly heard, and Gordon immediately retreated into the alley, turned sideways, and hid behind the doorway of a house.

It was two soldiers on the night patrol, yawning and talking listlessly, while leading an alligator-headed hound, which he let them wander around.

When passing the intersection, the alligator-headed hound suddenly stopped, circled the spot a few times, sniffed for a while, roared violently, and rushed in the direction of Gordon.

"Anyone?" The leash soldier was stunned, almost dragged by the crocodile-headed hound. Another soldier hurriedly drew his scimitar and followed the alligator-headed hound. As they ran into the alleys, the crocodile-headed hound's fierce, high-pitched howls spread far away, especially in the silence of the night.

"Whoosh!" A few cold rays came out, and the two soldiers fell almost at the same time, their faces splashed with blood. The alligator-headed hound screamed, struggled to pounce on Gordon, and fell to the ground.

Gordon dragged the body to a corner, looked at it for a moment, and chose a \u58 of his own size

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EB soldiers, take off the opponent's standard robe and leather boots, change them into themselves, and then wear the waist card and waist knife, and start to change their makeup quickly. At this moment, he heard a series of hurried footsteps from far and near, apparently attracted by the barking of dogs.

Gordon reached out the alchemy potion as quickly as he could, melting the corpse. He didn't have time to clean up the blood on the ground anymore. The figures of seven or eight soldiers appeared at the entrance of the alley, and were about to rush in, and some of them had raised the bison horn to their chests, ready to warn.

Gordon immediately wiped a handful of blood from his body and limped to meet it. "He's running over there!" Standing at the intersection, Gordon pointed to the fork in the road on the right, and shouted in a local's accent, "Catch up!" A foreigner killed my dog and almost killed me. Chase! ”

The soldiers subconsciously chased after him. Looking at their backs, Gordon no longer hesitated and turned into a fork in the opposite direction. Along the way, he met several groups of soldiers patrolling the night, all of whom passed the test lightly. At one point, Gordon even took the initiative to say hello to the other party.

Ahead, the outline of the Temple of Allah gradually became clear, and the dome of the tower sprinkled with starlight, white as a goose eggshell. On the opposite side of the temple is a spacious and clean square, planted with fig and date palms, for the devotees to enjoy the shade and rest. At the four corners of the square stood columns, on which freckled wanted portraits were posted.

Gordon walked briskly across the square, and seeing that there was no one around, he threw out his hook, put his grip on the temple wall, and climbed over it without a sound. Inside, the palace is majestic, the courtyard is secluded, the arcades are tortuous, the towers are towering like mountains, and the green shade is dense. Gordon is like a ghost, quietly shuttling through it: the main hall, the side hall, the chanting room, the washing room...... He got acquainted with each other, and found several storage rooms, which were stacked with miscellaneous items and dust, which could be used as hiding places.

Finally, Gordon bypassed the rest room of the temple personnel and found the fasting room through the porch under the prayer tower. They are located in a large hall in the northwest corner of the temple, with a total of twelve rooms. Each fasting room has no door, but instead has a white snow-white curtain embroidered with verses in praise of Allah in golden thread.

Gordon was about to lift the curtain when a slight sound of falling leaves was heard outside the main hall. He immediately grabbed the pillar and climbed the arch. Because it was too fast, pulling the muscles, the wound in the abdomen was a dull pain.

A dark shadow walked slowly, passing by the entrance of the temple, stepping barefoot on the pile of dead leaves, and from time to time there was a soft cracking sound. Gordon looked at the other party from afar, and the submarine chakra at the bottom of his spine shook suddenly, as if he had been stimulated by something, and his blood and qi were surging violently, and he was restless. The fangs in his mind also jumped slightly, flashing a wisp of frost and snow.

Gordon couldn't help but be stunned, the black shadow seemed to have noticed the abnormality, paused, and swept his eyes sharply around. Inside the sleeve of his robe, the Eye of the Sprite suddenly became hot, exuding a treacherous bloody aura.

Seeing that this person's sense was so keen, Gordon immediately activated the Cave Wheel Mijia, forcibly suppressed the abnormal movement of the Undersea Wheel, and at the same time looked away and remained still. Gauss once said that a certain level of spiritual practice, such as a psychic, is often able to respond to the gaze of others.

After a few moments of pause, the shadow snorted and walked on, until he reached the prayer tower. There are still such characters hidden in the temple. Gordon's heart was slightly cold, and his intention to retreat was born. He couldn't help but think of that note, the mysterious man invited him to participate in the temple's gathering, could it be something else?

After about half an hour, the black shadow walked out of the tower gate again and returned the same way.

Gordon waited quietly for a long time, making sure that the other party would not return, before sliding down the pillar. He entered the fasting room and took a brief look at it, then slipped out of the main hall and went straight to the prayer tower.

The tower is dappled with light, and the moonlight filters in through the patterned arched windows and falls on the colorful carpet. The surrounding stone walls are magnificent, covered with delicate grapevine patterns, and inlaid with countless shiny shells and polychrome porcelain.

Gordon leaned down, tapped on the walls and floors, and began to inspect inch by inch. The dark shadow came here in the middle of the night, and there must be something strange. He doesn't plan to live in the temple anymore, but before leaving, be sure to get some more information in case he can retrieve the treasure next time.

With a "pop", when he climbed the tower pillar and touched the giant crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he heard the sound of a trap circlip. Gordon tried to turn the chandelier, and suddenly, the undersea chakra in his body became bloody again, ready to move, and the fangs flickered with cold light.

Gordon's heart sank, and Huo Ran looked at the open tower door. Under the white moonlight, a figure stood tall, looking up at him expressionlessly.

It was a middle-aged man, with a tall body and a stern face, with an emerald inlaid in the center of his turban, and a wide black robe embroidered with silver threads. This dress is either the temple presiding officer or a scholar who studies the scriptures in the chanting room all year round.

"I'm not mistaken, there's a big rat that sneaked in." A gust of wind stroked the fiery eyes in his sleeve and said coldly.