We ended up leaving. After all, the www.biquge.info is not a fish, so it is impossible to go into the water to find out.

Sneaking past the torture chamber, I raised my hand to stop everyone and signal that there was an enemy.

A zombie wrapped in a sackcloth was holding a soldering iron and sticking it into the mouth of a white man.

His hands were tied to the cross, and the skin on his back was hooked up by several huge hooks through the flesh. There is no intact skin on the chest, and the whip marks like cat whiskers.

On the iron table on the other side, a zombie with pigtails was straightening a corpse and cutting a complete human skin from the chrysanthemum.

The rest of the meat was skewered on an iron fork and placed on a scorching iron frame behind the cross.

On the walls, large and small, black, white, and yellow skins are hung to dry, waiting to be tanned. Huang Mao felt a little uncomfortable, and stroked his chest, and I motioned for the soldier to take Ken from Huang Mao's back.

How can there be a living person to come in, it's crazy. Could it be that they brought those bodies in? Or are the zombies demanding the import of delicious human flesh?

Just like we import beef from abroad.

The soldier was a little agitated and looked at me through gritted teeth. I took Ken and threw it to Thor, who was pretending to be dead.

"We're ready to go, and the soldiers are in charge of the attack." He is equipped with laser equipment, and I will not show up my old equipment.

The soldier leaned his back against the wall, and one dodged and opened fire.

The iron door snapped in response, and the two zombies were cut open by the light from their waists and spread on the ground.

It's really more artistic, it doesn't break things and it doesn't get flesh and blood flying. The inventor must have been Gay.

The walls around it are distinctive, with Egyptian features that are different from Western cultural systems. The pentagram has recently been considered a pagan symbol, but long ago it represented the goddess of Greek culture, Athena. Of course, Christ had not yet appeared at that time.

And directly above Egypt, across the Mediterranean, is Greece. And a long time ago, the Mediterranean should have not existed.

That is, the two places were connected at that time, which means that the appearance of such a pentagram in an Egyptian-style dungeon indicates that it appeared before Ragnarok.

Well, this reasoning says little more than knowing the long history of this building.

Ken groaned a few times, and I quickly shook him awake, for this kind of thankless leadership position is not for me.

The ground shook violently, and the dust above his head kept falling.

"Hurry up!" Ken is still a little confused, really. This kind of critical moment that requires the hero to come out. But only people like me who don't want to be heroes can come out.

I don't know what's going on overhead, but in my woman's intuition, it has something to do with him.

The moon hung high in the sky, looking particularly lonely in the wind and sand of the desert.

The sand under his feet seemed to have suffered some huge impact, and the lines were like layers of waves.

"Put him down." A love triangle has appeared, but I don't think this kind of god-level character will be interested in us ants. Secretly trying to find cover, leaning against a not solid wall, this is the only way to do it first.

"Don't go out." I took the hand of the black yarn, and she probably didn't understand, and gave me a strange look. The more I look at this person, the more I don't understand. At first, they tried to kill me, but then they asked me to kill little Iben. Actually, I'd love to see what little Ibn is up to. This guy is still half a country away from me, and even if he doesn't manage it, collecting taxes or something is enough for me to live. (To be continued.) )