"That's all an illusion, how can the stone statue be resurrected, those enemies in your eyes are actually me, yes, it's really a dead hand, if I wasn't a little more powerful than you, this time it would have been planted in your hands." I glanced at him, a slight reproachful tone with a hint of smugness.

"Hallucinations? So why are you okay? "The striker is still more concerned about the miraculous scene in the tomb, as for my pride, he doesn't bother to pay attention to it at all, because those things are not comparable, I may be a little better than him in marksmanship, but when it comes to trapping, explosives, and reconnaissance, he is better than me with one eye closed.

"Because I don't believe that the stone will be resurrected at all, if you want to break the illusion, you must first believe that it does not exist, and then don't think about anything, face it bravely, then the illusion will be self-defeating!"

This is my own experience, which sounds quite reasonable, but it is difficult for people who are immersed in the scene to do this, because the illusion is facing death, and how many people in the world can stand in front of death and still be calm.

"Well, it's a pity that there is no wine, otherwise you must have a toast to your spirit that is not afraid of death, don't you Chinese believe that such miracles exist in the world?" The striker asked curiously.

"No, no, no, there are a lot of miracles that really exist in China, and you are guaranteed to be amazed, but I am an exception." I winked at him, the myths and legends that circulated in the ancient Oriental countries were not enough to see them in Europe and the United States combined.

"Really? What miracles do you want to see that are real? "I didn't expect the striker to be very interested in this kind of thing, I guess I watched too many American hero movies, and I also dreamed that one day I could have magical skills.

"Do you know divination?" I can't think of anything else, so I'll just tell him about this simplest one, anyway, the two guys from the archaeological team haven't woken up yet, and we're sitting here bored.

"Of course I do, but isn't that all a lie?" The striker frowned.

"Ninety-nine percent of the world's divination is a lie, but in China I have seen a real master, proficient in Fuxi gossip, nine palace life, he can calculate the eighteen generations of your ancestors just by looking at you, and even what bad things have you done, how many people have you killed, how old can you live? He can figure it out. I chuckled and recalled an incident in the barracks.

"Really? Isn't he a man of God? Isn't it a lie? The striker was visibly unconvinced, looking at me with a skeptical expression.

"God knows if it's true or not, but he divined me once, saying that I would make three mistakes in the next year, one more serious than the other, and the last time I would leave the army, I laughed it off, I didn't expect what he said to come true one by one, I still made the biggest mistake of my life after all, and it was because of this that I was forced to leave the army, but now that I think about it, even if I can go back to the past, I still won't believe him, maybe this is fate, even if you know what will happen in the future, but you are still powerless to change, just like us!"

I smiled and patted the striker on the shoulder, he naturally understood what I meant, the war would not end, Caesar would eventually die.

"I have the opportunity to introduce us to each other, I want to ask him, will Lao Tzu meet true love?" The striker said with a laugh.

"Don't you have a good friend in South America? What's it called, Julie, right? I heard that she is willing to give birth to a baby for you, but you kid is not satisfied. I gave him a punch and laughed.

"She's a prostitute, but a little more advanced, and God knows which man is lying on her belly without me." The striker smirked self-deprecatingly.

"That's because you don't treat people as true love at all, otherwise why don't you bring them back to France, I think she would be willing to go with you." I'm just casually saying that if it were me, I wouldn't have brought a prostitute back.

"I have too many enemies, what's good about following me, besides, haven't you heard the word ruthless? I'm afraid I'll die on her sooner or later! The striker's self-deprecating smile showed that he did have affection for the woman named Julie.

"Life is short, be happy in time, mercenary's creed!" I patted the striker on the shoulder and comforted the guy who was probably cuckolded with a phrase that the devil often said.

At this moment, there was a sound of humming and chirping, and we turned our heads to see that the captain of the archaeological team and the big man woke up, and the two of them had been fighting for a long time and were injured, and they were already exhausted, and they didn't get up for a long time after waking up.

I snorted, tossed the medical bag in my hand, and said, "If you don't want to die, I suggest you take care of your wounds first." ”

"You saved us?" When the archaeological captain heard me, he looked down at the wound on his body, then turned to look at me and asked.

"Nonsense, did you kill it yourself?" I sneered and glanced at him.

"What about the soldiers, you killed them all?" As if remembering the terrifying scene before, the archaeological captain's eyes were full of horror.

"Isn't that all in there?" I pointed to the entrance to the burial chamber, where dozens of stone statues were neatly arranged in the soft white light.

"This ...... What the hell is going on? The big man next to him asked incredulously.

"Is it a hallucination?" After all, the archaeological captain is experienced, and he guessed the reason when he saw this scene.

"That's right, the others died at the hands of the two of you." I told them the truth without concealment, and it was none of what I did if I blamed myself, was sad, or indifferent, it was their brother, not mine.

"Alas, thank you for saving us!" The archaeological captain sighed deeply, and he could see that he was really sad this time, and his heart ached for the death of those brothers.

"There's no need for that, it's our task!" I shrugged my shoulders indifferently.

"Do you still want that baby now?" The striker asked, pointing to the light in the hole.

The archaeological captain was silent for a long time, then raised his head and said firmly: "Yes, of course, otherwise what is the point of the death of my brothers." ”

"Okay, it's there, you can get it now, but one thing I want to warn you about is that we risked our lives to save you once, but there will never be a second time." I looked at him and said in a serious voice.

Greed always comes at a price, but I respect his choice, if it were me, I wouldn't give up at this time, as he said, so many people can't get anything after they die, so what's the point of coming here?

It's just that he has his choice, we have our choice, I rescued him from the illusion, and almost died at the gunpoint of the striker for this, I have completed the mission of this trip, no matter what happens next, we will not help again!

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