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The blood on the ground was getting higher and higher, and it didn't take long for it to reach the calves, and if it continued to rise like this, he would definitely drown himself in it.

But what if you can't find a way out?

Truman used the trick of listening to the other three walls to see if there were any holes behind the other walls that could escape, but, unfortunately, there were still no holes behind these three walls, and Truman became nervous, did he have to die here today?

The blood continued to rise, and Truman walked back and forth, and the blood he drove was splashed all over his body, and now he was almost a complete blood man.

Truman didn't believe in that evil, and it was so incredible that there was a tomb behind this wall, so he lifted a copper kettle and smashed it into the wall.

The copper kettle smashed the mural on the wall beyond recognition, and the ears of the copper kettle were also broken, but the wall was still the same wall, and no matter how much it was smashed, it couldn't smash a crack.

Truman angrily threw the copper kettle in his hand into the blood water, moved a bigger and stronger copper kettle, and continued to smash it, only by smashing this wall will there be a way out.

It was really strange that Truman couldn't lift the kettle until he couldn't lift it, and the wall was still the same wall, and there wasn't even a single gap, and it was easy to break this wall when he came in, and why did he even use the strength to eat milk now, or didn't take this wall, what the hell was going on?

Truman suddenly knelt down in front of Pharaoh's hungry coffin, returned what he had touched, and said: "Mr. King, I am a poor jingle man, and I really can't get by anymore so I have come to borrow some money from you, if you don't want to, you tell me, and I will put it down for you as it is, and don't harm my life, I have an eighty-year-old mother to raise at home, and a child waiting to be fed, all of whom are counting on me to give them a way to live, and if you kill me today, you will not only kill me alone, Killing three or four members of my family is tantamount to destroying me, Mr. King, be merciful, and let me live a small life, and I promise never to violate your rest ・・・・・ again."

At this time, Truman found that the blood began to slowly fall, he knew that this was the pharaoh's spirit had forgiven him, Truman turned around and found that the hole in the wall had appeared again, this time he did not dare to stay, quickly drilled out of the hole, escaped from the tomb, did not even dare to turn his head, and when he came out of the tomb, he found that there was not even a little blood on his body.

"Maybe when you kowtowed to the Pharaoh, you inadvertently shut down the mechanism, so the blood disappeared." I analyzed.

"What kind of mechanism is that?" The bearded man asked.

"No one knows what the owner of the tomb designed the mechanism to look like." I say.

"You mean we can't find it?" Truman asked me.

"Here we are like a blind man touching an elephant, and we don't know the essentials at all." I say.

"Behind you—" Karl said suddenly, pointing at Truman, "the ghost—behind you—"

Frightened, Truman hurriedly looked back and said, "Are you going to scare me to death?" Now at this time, everyone's hearts are tense, if you scare and shout again, you can really scare people out of the way. ”

"I didn't scare you, it was really behind you just now." Karl said literally.

I don't understand why Carl keeps saying he can see things, can he really see anything?

In ancient Chinese legends, there is really a kind of person who can see things that we ordinary people can't see, they are called the eyes of the sky, we all like to call them the clear eyes, the legend is that the person who has cultivated such eyesight is after birth, and must not see the light of his mother for a month, - usually let women sit in a dark cave for confinement, and only when they grow up can they have such vision, is Karl such a person?

"What do you see that ghost look like, what does he do?" I asked him if I needed to make sure he was hallucinating.

"He was dressed in pitch black, with a hat on his head, and his face tucked into the hat, and I couldn't see what he looked like, and he stood behind Truman, half a head taller than Mr. Truman, as if he were going to get into Truman's body・・・・・・" Karl babbled.

"What? He's going to get into my body? Don't you want me to become a ghost? Truman shouted.

"Where is that black-clad ghost now?" I asked.

Karl turned his head, looked around, and said, "He's gone, and I don't know where he's hiding." ”

"Mr. Karl, with all due respect, where was Mr. Carl born?" I asked.

"A small mountain village in Texas, what, does this matter now?" He asked, looking strange.

"It may matter, was Mr. Karl really born in the village, or in the mountains?" I asked him seriously.

"In the mountains." He said carefully.

"In a cave?" I asked, still looking serious.

"How do you know? How did you know about this, and who are you? ・・・・・" Carl asked me excitedly.

Excited Carl was calmed down by our many gentle words, I slowly learned the truth, it turned out that Carl is a fatherless person, oh no, it should be said that he doesn't know who his father is, his mother is a very merry woman in a small Texas village, and several young men in the village got involved, and it turned out to be very unexpectedly pregnant.

The family knew that their daughter was pregnant, and they didn't know whose child she was pregnant, so they were very angry and wanted to kill this daughter, and all mothers in the world were the same love, so Carl's grandmother helped Carl's mother escape and placed her in a cave, so that it was convenient to take care of the pregnant daughter.

In this way, Carl's mother gave birth to Carl in the cave, and in order not to let people know that her daughter lived in this cave, Carl's grandmother placed Carl's mother in the depths of the cave, and in this way, Carl, who was born, spent the first month of his life in the deep cave where there was no light.

Carl's unspeakable past is so secretive that if I hadn't pressed him today, he wouldn't have told anyone about his very sad past. (To be continued.) )