(Note: The citation in the article comes from Baidu Encyclopedia, and the Arabic language is still a question mark...) ）

Cairo has a famous "Karafa" cemetery complex, commonly known as the "City of the Dead", which covers an area of about 6 square kilometers. The "City of the Dead" is the most famous cemetery in Cairo, the capital of Egypt, and its tomb houses are built in the style of folk houses, with courtyards, walls, gates, houses and burial chambers. The "City of the Dead" is inhabited by the dead, while about a million living people live on the ground. Because of these special "living" residents, the "City of the Dead" has become the most famous slum in Cairo. With a booming population, housing constraints, and expensive land, it has gradually become the center of Cairo's poorest people and the area with the most criminal activity.

At sunset, a grotesque figure with a jackal-headed human body stands on a high ground in front of Cairo's landmark, Saladin's Citadel, with rectangular ears and a long, curved and protruding mouth.

“?????? ???? ???? ??? ????? (Sekhmet actually failed)."

The eerie figure of the jackal-headed man sighed, and then looked to the northeast, where there was the famous Al-Azhar Park and the Muqatam "garbage mountain", and between the two stretched a low, dilapidated, lifeless gray complex of buildings, which in the early morning or dusk, in the haze and faint sunlight, the borders were barely visible, full of strange atmosphere and mystery.

The tomb house in the "City of the Dead" looks like a dwelling, but the house number facing the street is not the name and house number of the house, but the name of the tomb owner and the number of the tomb house. At the bottom of the burial chamber are coffins and bones, and the living and the dead live together, the scene is really strange, and some foreigners who do not know the situation will be frightened directly after entering.

There is a special profession passed down from generation to generation in the "City of the Dead" - tomb keepers, there are two types of tomb keepers, most of them are some rich and noble families who specially hire the poor to take care of the cemetery, and a few are for their own graves, most of the tomb keepers live in simple sheds, and some simply live in the cemetery, and the dead "sleep together", it makes people feel frightened to think about it, but they are forced by poverty, they can only do so, and they can only afford to eat the cheapest flatbread and soybean sauce, all of them are yellow and thin, skin and bones, But these poor people have no choice, they cannot afford to buy a house outside the "City of the Dead", and the poor people who guard their graves are already very difficult to pay the land tax living in the "City of the Dead" cemetery, although these poor people buried deep in the dark depths are overwhelmed by the hard life, but can only compromise, in their eyes, poverty is more helpless than death, the former has no choice.

These living people in the "City of the Dead" have exhausted all their strength just to survive.

There are no street signs, no traffic police, and no police officers, and the labyrinthine streets and alleys seem a little empty.

The strange figure of the jackal-headed man walks on the dirty streets full of garbage and flies, and the dirt and mess are no longer enough to describe the environment here.

The strange figure of the jackal's body did not look at the sparsely populated mosques, cafes, hookah parlors, shops, and flower stalls around him, as if these things had no value in his eyes, and no one on the street looked at this strange figure.

Because they can't see it.

It's good not to see it, just like "a fool is a fool."

To see it means to die.

Everything seems peaceful, but the tranquility here is about to be broken.

A motley group of scrawny little kids ran through the chaotic, dog-and-cat streets, all malnourished and frail, significantly shorter than their peers outside the city.

The kids were playing around a tattered ball, kicking it around and dusting the streets.

Suddenly, one of the eldest children pushed and shoved a thwarted child, pushing the child to the ground, but the child who was pushed to the ground did not get angry or cry, just stared at the eldest child.

There was no resentment in his eyes, but he was very calm, as if he were looking at an ant, as if he were looking at a dead man.

The eldest child was stared at with horror, and felt as if he was dead, so the "child king" quickly left with the other children, and the tattered ball that had been found in the grave of the dead man on the ground was not taken with him.

The kid who had been pushed to the ground stood up, dusted his buttocks, and stomped on the ball.

“???? ?? ????? ?? ??? ???? ??? ????? ??????? ?? ????? ??????? ?????? ????? ??? (Are you possessing this corpse to deal with these little kids, my son)? The strange figure of the jackal's body walked behind the child and asked condescendingly.

The child turned around, bowed his head and respected, "????? (Father)."

The child was not at all surprised by his father's resurrection, for he had also seen the presence sitting on the throne in the long years of dormancy in this "city of the dead".

That being had said that he had resurrected many of his fellows.

The being also said that we all have a common goal.

The strange figure of the jackal's body nodded slightly, "????? ?? ???? ?????? (I'll give you a mission, Anubis)."

As night fell, a scrawny boy stood in the middle of the City of the Dead, smiling playfully at the adults around him who were looking at him.

The little boy spread his arms and whispered in Arabic: "??????? ?? ???? ?????? (Wake up, my brave warriors)."

The little boy's momentum suddenly rose, like a god descending.

The entire underground of the "City of the Dead" is ready to move.

The black clouds in the sky hung low, as if they were about to crush the city.

There is also a "black cloud" on the ground, a "black cloud" composed of the dead of the dark.

Rotting corpses whimpered out of the dirt and graves, some of which were still well-preserved and wrapped in strips of cloth like mummies, while others were broken and a skeleton of flesh draped in a few pieces, but this did not affect their fighting ability and murderous nature.

These foul-smelling "dead people" began as babies and toddlers, but soon adapted to the new world and became brisk.

The land of the "City of the Dead" was lifted up piece by piece, so that many of the grave keepers who slept with the dead were terrified, and they ran out of the cemeteries and cemeteries they guarded, one by one panicked, looking at each other, they could see with their own eyes that the ground of the street seemed to be broken out of the ground one by one, the vehicles seemed to be trampled and climbed one by one, and the surrounding stalls and shops seemed to be completely destroyed by one thing after another, and the residue was everywhere, but they could not see the one thing after another, they could only smell the disgusting smell that permeated the whole city.

As if summoned by some sort of decomposing corpse, the corpses were heading towards the center of the "City of the Dead", where stood a scrawny little boy who should have died a long time ago.

The little boy who was possessed by the "Grim Reaper" Anubis looked at his army, although he was not good looking, and he was a little stumbling, but his combat effectiveness was okay.

“??? ??? ???? ? (Hungry)" the little boy grinned, and although he looked at a yellow-skinned child who was being protected by his parents, it was the same guy who had pushed him to the ground earlier, but he was asking about his army of undead apostles.

The boy pointed to the fellow, and then countless dead men, who had been "asleep" for months, decades, and so hungry, swarmed away, gnawing them along with their parents, leaving not even the bones on the ground.

Some of the undead apostles had their eyes falling out and hanging on their faces, pulling out the genetic ophthalmic nerves, some had their jaws gone, their tongues fluttering, and some of them were dragging their intestines and internal organs as if they had been disemboweled... But none of this detracts from their starving frenzies.

The undead apostles who have enjoyed the essence of blood have become more ferocious and stronger, and their momentum is obviously higher than that of other kinds, presumably these undead apostles will become more powerful with the number of cannibals in the next killing, and eventually become loyal and combat-ready undead warriors.

The little boy looked indifferent, and then swaggered out of this "city of the dead" with his army of tens of thousands of dead.

The mighty army of the dead followed the boy's footsteps and took advantage of the night to embark on a frantic journey, carrying out small killings along the way, causing constant howls.

The entire population of Cairo could not sleep peacefully that night.

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Su Ying took over an old flip phone similar to PHS in the old woman's puzzled look, but she didn't show a look of disgust, as long as she could make a call.

Su Ying dialed Su Ruilin's phone and reported to the other party that he was safe, otherwise his temporary father, who had a lot to do with the organization, should be anxious, and then Su Ying said that he should not go back in the past two days, and he needed to deal with some things, and he might have to delay your trip there, and finally Su Ying said that he could return his presidential suite, otherwise he would waste money.

Su Ruilin could naturally guess what Su Ying needed to deal with, so he said yes again and again.

Su Ying returned the phone with a smile, and the white-haired old woman took it with a smile, and then dismissed the members of the pharaoh's guard in the temple and let them continue to patrol the areas that were stationed in various parts of Egypt.

White-robed figures flashed one after another, like gusts of wind floating out of the temple and drifting across Egypt.

Su Ying's first night in Pharaoh's Village was to stay in a local homestay with a good view found by the white-haired old woman, famous for the starry night view and the wonderful sound of the river crashing on the bank, the host of the homestay was respectful to Su Ying, and even surpassed the scope of the guests, reaching the level of "host", which made Su Ying, who had a feeling of a dove occupying a magpie's nest, a little embarrassed.

Su Ying took a hot bath at the B&B, sniffed her clothes before taking a bath, there was no smell of sweat, and she should be able to wear it for two days, after all, Su Ying did not have a delicate princess disease, so she politely refused the big black robe provided by the owner of the B&B, but the main reason was actually like Sydney's refusal to wear the combat trench coat designed by Dr. Q, Su Ying felt that this dark and weird pure black robe did not meet her aesthetics.

Early the next morning.

Su Ying got up early in the morning, tied a black hair and a high ponytail, and then went to visit the temple, and under the warm hospitality of the white-haired old woman, the white-haired old woman who was the leader of the pharaoh's escort team was even more enthusiastic after learning that Su Ying was from China's God Butcher Organization, saying that she had always longed to travel to China, and she also admired Dr. Q in the organization, and she was definitely the smartest person in the world, and she could actually invent such shocking drugs as hemostats. Su Ying knew that the leaders of the world's secret organizations would gather to hold some major meetings from time to time through light and shadow projection, and naturally she could imagine the admiration and admiration of Dr. Q every time at the meeting, she must have raised her hands in favor of some of Dr. Q's initiatives, but she didn't know that because she was committed to "God Butcher" Dr. Q, who has always been single, is unaware of the strange feelings of the white-haired old woman for herself.

Because the past experience told Su Ying that it was best not to leave her with her weapon, Su Ying carried the Black Sakura Tai Knife the whole time. Su Ying found that there was also a mysterious painting of "a man wearing a pitch-black ancient robe and emitting a little black light around his body" hanging behind this temple, and the same as the one in the command and control room of the air base, Su Ying knew that this was the legendary Mr. A, although no one had seen him, but it seemed that his legend did exist everywhere, presumably there were such paintings in other hidden organizations around the world, maybe it was as popular as the god of martial arts and wealth worshiped in the homes of ordinary businessmen doing business, maybe it was all for seeking psychological comfort, Shelter is a good sign. Then Su Ying took a rough look at the medical room in the temple where Gatling should still be carrying out follow-up simple treatment and the arsenal that should be the most important in all the secret organizations in the world, all of which are relatively "simple", there are few hemostats left in the medical room, and there are even fewer modern weapons in the arsenal, most of them are old pistols with very little power, all of them are firepower that have been eliminated by the world in the arms race, and because of the lack of maintenance, some firearms can no longer shoot bullets even if the insurance is opened, Some of them simply became rusty scrap copper and rotten iron, and the overstretched situation within the escort team was seen by outsiders, the white-haired old woman looked surprised, and Su Ying did not have a sense of superiority or contempt, but smiled and said that if you have the opportunity, you will ask your organization to give you some assistance within your ability, don't feel embarrassed, everyone is like-minded and hateful partners, the white-haired old woman's heart felt that Su Ying was really a kind girl, so she smiled and nodded, making a grateful look, especially Su Ying said" Dr. Q will definitely support it", the expression on the white-haired old woman's face was obviously more excited.

After Su Ying left the temple, she walked around the Pharaoh Village casually, and I had to say that the aborigines of the Pharaoh Village and those men and women who were engaged in the tourism industry were very enthusiastic, and they served Su Ying with good food and drink, and they didn't spend any money, if Su Ying gave the Egyptian pound, the other party was too hot to take it, which made Su Ying a little crying and laughing, and Su Ying just passed by a small stall selling jewelry, picked up a beautifully made woven trinket, and looked at it, The obese middle-aged man's stall owner's squinting eyes glared at the grace of Su Ying's figure, and secretly swallowed his saliva, then smiled and said that it was given away for free, and he didn't take a penny, so frightened that Su Ying hurriedly waved his hand and said no, he just took a casual look. However, the people on the island had such a good attitude towards Su Ying, perhaps because the white-haired old woman had a respected status here, so she greeted everyone in advance.

Although the girl Gatling is only a C-level bloodline, her recovery speed is outstanding, and she also joked with Su Ying that her bloodline has given her combat ability to the recovery ability.

Gatlin's left hand was fine, but he needed to be wrapped in thick layers of bandages during this time, and he couldn't use force.

Su Ying and Gatling went to a beautiful edge of Pharaoh's Village, sat face to face at a stone table, and chatted and laughed.

On the stone table is a plate of nutritious and delicious delicacies - Dawu Bazaar, made of lamb meatballs (minced meat mixed with parsley and onions) as raw materials, cooked with thick tomato sauce, with rice as a base, accompanied by roasted pine nuts, which is very popular in the Middle East, two bowls of refreshing purple hibiscus soup, boiled from dried red hibiscus flowers, then refrigerated, with a little sugar, sweet and sour taste, some pita bread similar to pancakes, and a plate of freshly picked grapes, a few ruddy apples, The washed grapes and apples are still covered with sparkling water droplets, which is tempting and delicious.

These breakfast-serving foods are the highest match for the "Pharaoh's Guard" to treat VIPs.

Su Ying took a sip of purple hibiscus soup, had a feeling of brightness in her eyes, took a big "um", and then gave a thumbs up with a satisfied expression

"Can you tell me something about the battle?" Su Ying's expression was cautious, licked the soup stains at the corner of her mouth, and asked tentatively.

Rao is Su Ying's tone was already very light, but the psychological shadow caused by that action was still too great for Gatlin, so Gatlin's face, which was still smiling a moment ago, became dark.

Gatlin sighed, his English is relatively smooth today, probably in order to better communicate with his life-saving benefactor, so he also went through a night of "hard study" during the healing period, "Set is really too powerful. Maybe we can't get through this difficulty. I just hope that our failure will not lead to the catastrophe of all mankind."

Su Ying watched the expression on the other party's face gradually change, her whole face wrinkled, she was full of sadness because of the painful memories of yesterday, and she was even about to cry, so she couldn't bear to ask any more, but said: "There is no invincible enemy, no invincible difficulty."

Gatlin knew that the other party was just comforting herself, so she just smiled politely, she didn't think that a being as strong as Seth, the god of deserts and storms, would really be defeated, he was the most formidable enemy in all the records of the Guardian.