In the cities of Egypt and the Cyrenaica Peninsula in North Africa, the only abandoned castles and settlements left over from the Roman era are the Arabs who emigrated here - but in fact, in the dark underground, there is a luxurious and ancient world......... An ancient subterranean realm that has existed since Roman times.

It was not affected by the Christianization of the Roman Empire, nor was it known by the power of Islam, which has been in existence since the terrible plague of B.C. The cities and villages surrounding the ruins, the places where God and Allah power are beyond reach, have hidden legends...... That's some legend in the night.

Burfu's ship enters the harbor at the port of Benghazi, and the youkai on board remove some porcelain and discuss the price with the local chamber of commerce waiting at the dock - and the deal is quickly concluded with no real interest on either side. Bo Fu did not get off the ship, he watched in the corridor of the tail building as the crew below bargained with the merchants for local snacks and other specialties, and the shark monk who watched the great white shark looked at the men, women and children in the bustling port of the Mediterranean with a compassionate and kind look, "This fake bald donkey wants to kill again...... Killing is for the benefit of all sentient beings...... He can also be regarded as one of the avenues of the Bodhisattva Path. "It's just that the light of faith that pervades the city has prevented the great white shark from making a rash move—even though he knows that he is absolutely strong enough to resist all the power that the Lord can send to the ground...... In the area of influence of the Black Swan.

"But why bother? when there is a great battle, and two fools are punished by the rules of the underworld at the same time, and then fall together to the unknowable?" said the great white shark of the Bo Fu. It's just that Bo Fu looked at the sky and muttered to himself. "Time. Everything takes time. Those two fools had already predestined their respective fates in that war hundreds of years ago......"

In a gloating tone, the only peerless demon in this world, he made a judgment on the fate of the two great gods who divided Europe and part of Asia. Then Da Lu smiled and picked up the leg of mutton that had been offered by his subordinates and gnawed it. Moments later, however, the youkai was back in the cool and comfortable captain's room to close its eyes and recuperate—in fact, scanning thousands of miles with its divine thoughts.

Hidden buildings beneath the dilapidated public facilities of the Roman period, such as the large baths and the hippodrome, are lit with ever-bright lights, and handsome men and women indulge in these underground rooms, while the people who serve them look with envy at these people in ancient clothes, as if they were still living in ancient Roman times. Their guards were stout warriors, with a look of madness in their eyes from time to time.

In the hands of these men and women was a huge wine glass with a liquid as red as blood. Some might think it was wine, but if the man was there, the thick smell of blood would have told him that the glasses were filled with real blood.

"These ridiculous creatures can't face the sun outside....... but they don't like the dark night. And this hedonistic decadence is the same as it was of the past, and I am quite interested in their financial resources...... "The divine thoughts of the Burghus swept over the vestiges of the secluded life of these North African ports along the Mediterranean, the largest of which was in Alexandria.

Instead of bothering the "waste", he pulled anchor and set sail for the Strait of Gibraltar. He didn't stop at all in the Atlantic, and sailed directly at high speed to the island of England, the-stirring stick of the future in the remote Europe.

Off the coast of England, Beauvo's ship began to dive, digging deep into the bottom of the sea in the midst of the reefs, and the monsters regained their form as demons. In the middle of the sea, the ship is used as a nest. Began to indulge in the realm of meditation and pranayama - the aura of the North Atlantic was constantly gathered in a little bit, and then slowly seeped into the sea monsters.

As for Bo Fu himself. Dressed in a dark robe, he strolled through the barren highlands of England – not far from London, in Essex, near the north, where bushes were everywhere, and visibility was poor in bad weather, except for a few low, dirty little houses scattered as far as the eye could see.

The place had not very high but still a little steep hills, and there were no tall trees on the rocks of the hills, only creeping bushes and moss stubbornly clinging to the stones, and only when they descended into the valley where there was no wind howling from the sea, there were some large oak trees and the like. Around the mountain, a swamp of tangled weeds, the sticky bottomless pits of black peat are the biggest and deadliest killers. The air was damp, but the temperature wasn't high at all, so it was bitterly cold, and though not enough to freeze the water, it wasn't anything warm and pleasant.

As the noon of the day passes and the night begins to fall, a milky white fog rises from the water of the swamp, enveloping the place in mystery and death – countless legends, whether murders or trysts, can take place in a dense fog with visibility of no more than three meters.........

In the midst of this thick fog, Bofu walked unhurriedly on the ground—completely ignoring the terrible mud puddles that were everywhere, and just stepped over the surface of the water, as if the water and the mire were solid pavement. The thick fog couldn't stop him from seeing for even a second, but Bo Fu had a goal for where he was going—an old, low castle made of stone in the distance that he could see on the hill before the fog set up. "In the future, the castle will be renovated and rebuilt into a famous place...... It's just that there are still legends, aren't they?" Bo Fu muttered these inexplicable words in his mouth, and his pace was not fast.

The moonlight was bright, but it did not illuminate the fog, but because of the refraction of the fog, it gave a strange and mysterious atmosphere. And very atmospherically—whimpering came through the mist. Bo Fu changed the direction of his progress slightly, and moved in the direction from which the whimper came.

The whimpering sound was erratic, sometimes on the left and sometimes on the right, and the source of the sound seemed to be low, accompanied by the sound of stamping on the water from all directions. Soon, the whimpering sound was getting closer and closer with a low snort, sounding like a stray wild dog that had lost a family member - and it was, a wild dog......

It was a medium-sized hound that was black in the moonlight, with dirty hair and a green glow in its eyes, which turned into a pale translucent shadow whenever the dog skimmed out of the moonlight...... If you look closely, you can see that the dog is running and there is a splash of its feet on the water, but in fact, the dog's feet are a blurry shadow at the bottom, and they are not actually touching the water at all.

The black, emaciated, filthy hound appeared in front of Bethlehem - and at the moment it appeared, the fog that had been filling the air suddenly disappeared. The fog, which had been less than three meters in visibility, turned into a thin fog, and people could easily see the hound, which was more than ten meters away. "Are you looking for your mistress, or are you looking for the evil murderer?" said Bo Fu softly, "Come on, good dog, come here, I will give you the strength to complete the legend!" (to be continued......)