Tens of thousands of people rushed into the mural, and Zhang Yao admired the performance of these people in the mural.

Among the hundreds of murals, there are dozens of people in one pair on average. These people, one by one, after entering the mural for the first moment, played a game of eagle and chicken with the mummy craftsman inside.

Three mummified craftsmen, plus a mummy, chase dozens of people and run again in the whole picture, and the blood and jokes are definitely staged in turn.

Of course, because Zhang Yao didn't control his power, there were some pictures that made people unable to laugh. For example, in the picture behind Zhang Yao, because he was facing away from Zhang Yao, he didn't get a single prey from the mummy inside.

A mummy that the prey did not get, standing alone in the fresco. He didn't have much wisdom, and he was a little dumbfounded for a while when he looked at the gluttonous feast enjoyed by his companions around him.

"Roar!" After a moment of dumbness, the mummy was not happy.

He roared angrily, waving his bandaged hands, and instinctively reached out to Zhang Yao, who was standing in front of him.

For the small movements behind him, Zhang Yao's reaction was to clench his fist lightly.

"Boom!" With the movement of Zhang Yao's fist, half of the mummy poked out of the mural, and it exploded in an instant with a roar, and fragments of bone powder and bandages were scattered all over the ground.

Zhang Yao was shrouded in a blue telekinetic shield in front of him, and he didn't look at the mummy he had killed, but concentrated on observing other pictures.

In a mural ten paces away from Zhang Yao, a lone unlucky man is racing with a mummy.

Speaking of which, Zhang Yao is also sorry for him. There are more than a dozen people in other murals, but I don't know if this person is unlucky, and he was actually sent into the mural alone, which is completely the script of a lonely hero.

But lone heroes are not good, these mummies look stupid and stupid, but they are definitely not slow to reflect and speed. In addition, there are three mummy craftsmen on the side to help, and this lonely hero who is really chasing is eager for his father and mother to give birth to a few more legs.

"Help, help!" While running, the lone hero shouted for help to Zhang Yao outside, hoping that Zhang Yao could rescue him.

It's a pity that the idea is very happy, but the reality is cruel.

Zhang Yao shook his head imperceptibly, as if admiring the gladiators of ancient Rome, watching this lone hero being thrown to the ground by a mummy, and then tied to the stake of execution by the mummy craftsmen who rushed in.

Bloody, cruel, and cruel pictures, so that Zhang Yao, who felt soft-hearted, didn't dare to look at it. But Zhang Yao still forced himself to finish reading the ending, after all, there are not many scripts for lonely heroes, and there are even fewer who can be interpreted with their lives.

After admiring the lone hero, Zhang Yao's next gaze was attracted by a hodgepodge.

In fact, this hodgepodge is not the name of a dish. But in a mural, seven or eight hundred people were forcibly stuffed in, and there was no need for the mummy to catch it himself, and the scene of the crowd was already vivid.

"Where is this, where are we going?" In this picture, someone shouted again and again under the chaos.

"I don't know! You've stepped on my feet! ”

"Don't touch my head, damn it. If I don't take your ass off my head, I'll kill you when I get out! ”

Seven or eight hundred people were forced into a mural, and this picture was really beautiful. Even the mummies in the other frescoes have lost their spirits here.

This unlucky mummy has no idea how many people are trampled under his feet at the moment. The whole space is like a bus at nine o'clock in the morning, and it seems like a can stuffed with sardines, not to mention chasing and escaping, even moving your fingers will attract the roar of others.

"How sad can you be, it's like a bottle of water mixed with two pots!" Zhang Yao was full of sighs, and just as he raised his fist with blue light, and was about to help these people get rid of it, there was a cracking sound in his ears.

"Click, click"

The crisp cracking sound was endless, and Zhang Yao turned his head with doubts, and found a mural thousands of kilometers away, slowly cracking a passage in the click.

In this mural that appeared in the passage, there was a figure familiar to Zhang Yao, which was the boxer named Kanbo.

Since ancient times, the people have been masters, and this boxer called Kanbo is really not covered.

Zhang Yao looked up and found that the mummies in this mural, along with the three mummy-making craftsmen, had all been scattered to the ground. Among them, the Sudanese boxer named Kampo, was talking loudly under the support of dozens of people.

"As long as we are united, nothing can make it difficult for us. Behold, this is the mummy, and now he is dead at our hands! Campo was clutching a broken mummy in his hand, and although there were more than a dozen corpses on the ground, everyone was cheering loudly for the passage to appear.

"Sure enough, as I thought, only by breaking these murals can there be passages. But now there is still a question, if it weren't for my intervention, wouldn't all of them have succeeded if they had only chosen one mural to work together! Zhang Yao looked at Kanbo and cheered with these people, but there was no smile on his face.

For Zhang Yao, he was interested in the process of the god of death's selection of priests, not whether these people could become priests.

Different powers have different ways of thinking. These mummies are difficult for ordinary people to defeat, but in Zhang Yao's opinion, they are not even scum.

is different from ordinary people who are very happy if they can live, Zhang Yao is more concerned about these people, how to be a priest. And where does the power of the priests come from, is it Hanubis, the god of death, or the limits that people break through under fear.

Zhang Yao, who had some doubts in his heart, did not choose to continue watching the play. He detached himself from the ground and flew into the fresco, before Kampo and the sultan could leave.

Walking through the mural feels like walking through a film.

Zhang Yao, who suddenly appeared, directly startled this group of sultans, and after seeing that Zhang Yao was not a mummy, but a living person. The Sudanese, including Khambo, became even more nervous.

"You, what do you want to do!" The two dozen or so Sudanese who were still alive were huddled together with mummified craftsmen's iron hooks, files, daggers and other weapons. Obviously, Zhang Yao, who can force tens of thousands of people into the mural with one punch, brings them much more pressure than mummies.

"What are you afraid of, I don't eat people!" Looking at the frightened eyes of the people around him, Zhang Yao looked at the space inside the mural and found that this place was completely similar to reality, even with Zhang Yao's strength, he couldn't feel that this place was just a mural.

The mural space, the reality of the original time and space that did not intersect, but it was so real in front of him that Zhang Yao's eyes narrowed slightly for the first time.

"It's such a real space, could it be that divine power has been introduced into it!" Zhang Yao's hand gently swept over the mummy's making table, and the feeling of starting his hand was cold, completely like a real stone platform, and there was no sense of unreality at all.

You must know that Zhang Yao is not an ordinary person, after getting the baptism of the super energy primordial stone, his strength is completely comparable to the peak of heroes. Such a real alien space, if only the Pharaoh or Immorton had the ability to build it, Zhang Yao would be the first to disbelieve it.

"What do you want to do, we haven't offended you!" Looking at Zhang Yao, who was silent, Kanbo summoned the sultan behind him, his eyes full of anger.

For Zhang Yao's strength, Kanbo is incomprehensible. But what he can understand is that Zhang Yao obviously has extraordinary strength, but he still sits idly by and ignores life, allowing many people to die here without reflecting at all.

Looking at the corpses of more than a dozen of his fallen companions on the ground, Kanbo dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

He could only let his eyes be as fearless as possible, showing that he was not afraid.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not Egyptian!" As soon as Zhang Yao spoke, the Sudanese, including Kanbo, were obviously stunned for a moment, and then showed some joy.

"If it's not an Egyptian, isn't it?"

"Of course, I'm not Sudanese" Zhang Yao's next sentence made these Sudanese unable to laugh.