Wang Bo woke up from the dream in a cold sweat, to be honest, that dream was too terrifying.

Hunt and kill, become stronger, counter-kill, bullets, missiles, nuclear bombs...... It's just that Superman's identity is exposed, but he is facing the world's doubts.

If you are not of my race, your heart will be different, this sentence is vividly played in the dream.

It's just a dream, but it's really heartbreaking.

After a while, Wang Bo breathed a sigh of relief, after all, it was a dream, as long as he was careful, the situation in the dream might not happen.

Although at the end of the dream, he became the first president of the Human Alliance.

But compared to the so-called president, Wang Bo prefers the life of ordinary people.

But...... Something seems wrong?

Wang Bo raised his head and looked around, but what he saw was not the familiar ceiling and walls of his home.

Damn, what's going on?!!

Although his dreams were terrifying, what was even more terrifying was the reality after waking up.

Wang Bo stood up blankly, shocked to find that the place where he was lying just now turned out to be grass, not a soft bed.

He looked around and saw that the four walls covered with the Water Cube wallpaper had turned into three uneven dirt walls. There is also a cell door made of iron instead of walls.

Wang Bo finally reacted, this Nima is a prison cell, which is a bit funny. What about my room, my big room, why did it become a prison cell?

What the am I in jail?

What's going on here? Wang Bo was puzzled, and after a while, his brain calmed down, and he seemed to understand what was going on.

I...... Crossed?

Undoubtedly, this is the most plausible explanation at the moment.

If it weren't for the crossing, there would be no way to explain the current situation.

But why did I cross over? Could it be that it was because he had gained superhuman abilities, so he crossed over. In other words, is there any inevitable connection between Superman and time-traveling?

Not really.

Wang Bo doesn't remember that among Superman's many abilities, there is one ability to traverse.

In that case, why did you cross over?

Could it be that it was really a ghost made by a passing god, who not only allowed himself to gain superpowers, but also allowed himself to cross over?

So he closed his eyes and prayed to the gods.

"Great God, if you let me cross, then please be merciful and send me back, in fact, I don't want to cross, I just want to live a good life, and the magnificent life is not suitable for me."

"Forgive me, great God, for being unmotivated."

After praying, Wang Bo opened his eyes expectantly.

The walls were still uneven, and the cell doors were still made of iron.

He didn't travel back and was still locked up in his cell.

Obviously, the culprit who let him cross was not some passing god.

"What are you doing?"

Just then, a voice came.

Wang Bo looked up, and a long-haired European and American man stood in the opposite cell, looking at Wang Bo seriously, his eyes seemed to be a little suspicious, "You were praying just now?" ”

"Yes." Wang Bo replied calmly, "But it's a pity that there are no gods in this world." ”

"It could be." The long-haired European and American man looked at him with a bit of memory in his eyes and said meaningfully: "Maybe the gods are busy and haven't heard your prayers." ”

"Really?"

Wang Bo disagreed, saw the long-haired European and American man, and asked; "This is the United States?"

"No, this is Cairo." The European and American man replied.

"Cairo?" Wang Bo was a little surprised, "You mean, Cairo in Egypt?" ”

"Is there a second Cairo in this world?" The European and American man's long hair fell down and asked rhetorically.

"You look like you're American."

"Yes."

"Then why are you, an American, in a prison in Cairo?" Wang Bo became more and more surprised.

"I also want to ask you, you look like an Oriental, why are you in a prison in Cairo?" The other party still replaced the answer with a rhetorical question.

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't know why I was here?"

"What?"

Wang Bo sighed and said, "Actually, I just slept for a while, and then when I woke up, I found myself staying here. ”

The European and American man said, "What a coincidence, so am I." ”

"Huh?"

"I mean, I also found myself in this damn prison after a good night's sleep." The European and American man stood up in some annoyance and kicked hard at the wall to vent the anger in his heart.

"So, you're also cross-crossing?" Wang Bo became more and more surprised.

If he is also a traverser, Wang Bo has to suspect that the mastermind behind this is likely to be the existence of the main god space or the nightmare space.

It's scary, okay.

Lao Tzu didn't receive the invitation at all, okay, I don't want to be a reincarnation.

"Crossing, what is crossing?"

Fortunately, the European and American man's answer was very timely, which made Wang Bo invisibly relieved. It's good that it's not a traverser, I really scared myself out just now.

Wang Bo touched his fast-beating heart, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, you just treat me as nonsense." ”

The European and American man did not ask, but said with a look of approval: "You speak English so well, you are the best Oriental I have ever seen who speaks English." ”

English? What are you talking nonsense, I'm talking about whether Chinese is good or not.

Wang Bo looked at the European and American men with a strange face, "You mean, I'm speaking English now." ”

"Isn't it?" The man seemed to like to ask rhetorical questions.

Not......

Wang Bo can be 100% sure that he only speaks Chinese, and European and American men also speak Chinese, but strangely, the other party thinks that he is speaking English.

Isn't that amazing?

What the hell is going on, could it be that he was really thrown into the mission space by the main god, this kind of weird translation is also a ghost made by the main god?

For a while, Wang Bo only felt creepy, even superhuman abilities couldn't do this.

"By the way, what's your name?" The European and American men didn't notice anything unusual, and they were still talking to Wang Bo.

"My name is Wang Bo, what about you." Wang Bo suppressed the horror in his heart and said.

"Rick, you can call me Rick O'Connor!"

Wang Bo sighed, suddenly raised his head and said, "Wait, what did you say your name was?" ”

"Rick O'Connor, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong with my name? O'Connor didn't understand why Wang Bo had a hellish expression.

"No, nothing." Wang Bo suppressed the horror in his heart.

This is Cairo Jail, and the other side is Rick O'Connor.

"So, it's 1926?" Wang Bo asked tentatively.

"Yes." O'Connor didn't quite understand why he asked, but nodded anyway.

1926, Cairo Prison, Rick O'Connor, these three elements come together, what can you think of?

And there is only one thing Wang Bo can think of.

Legend of Gods and Ghosts!