Is there any need to say such nonsense?

Jon slandered in his heart. Isn't it clear that the situation and situation that they are being focused on at this moment is not clear enough? Need a special reminder?

But this is probably a strange sense of ritual, anyway, the man in the lead drew out his short sword after saying this.

——If that thing is his weapon.

It shouldn't look like an ordinary thing.

I heard that the wizards here in Egypt don't like to use magic wands. They learned the ability to cast spells without wands since they were young. They also learned the use of many other weapons. Now it seems to be true.

And then, in the picture, these people pulled out their weapons one after another and looked towards a corner.

"What are they looking at?"

Jon hissed slightly and asked suspiciously.

"There is nothing in that place, isn't it?"

From their third point of view, the direction of those people's guards is nothing, but probably from the subjective point of view of the parties, it's not like this.

"It's the pipa-playing thing, the phantom that was created, and probably not a phantom, it should be something like projection, but you are broadcasting with water vapor, and there is no way to completely restore the light and shadow effects there... The place is too far, If I can intervene in the past, I should be able to restore it more clearly."

"That's also... it's not necessary. We just need to look at the general situation. There is no need to mix it in with our own hands. This is fine now."

Overlapped with Jon's voice is another clear female voice in the picture.

"Don't worry about what it is," the female voice said: "We will know if we look at it in the past. This kind of ghost has been in the past, and it is not that we have not seen it. After so many years of traveling north and south, what kind of ghost place hasn't been to the old lady? You can’t frighten my old lady by pretending to be a ghost here."

Although he said so, but this person didn't do anything.

Behind her, an indifferent middle-aged man squeezed the spear in his hand and walked forward.

The girl was right. They had traveled north and south for so many years and they had seen everything, no matter how weird it was, even if it was a real ghost, as long as the source was destroyed, there would be no danger.

It's a pity, is this really the case?

The middle-aged man who walked forward, carrying a faint light in his hand and a spear in his other hand, walked to the place in front of them, and stretched out the tip of the spear.

Then made a provoking action.

"This action is probably like pulling a curtain," Luo Hua explained that he is good at this kind of long weapon, so he knows how to find the way: "This person or their group of people should see a door or Something else is at least covered by a curtain, so he will make this action to open the curtain to see who is behind.

But I don’t think this is a very good decision, because I’m a little bit reckless. I want to see who is behind. There are many ways. There is no need to go in person. What’s more, in such a dangerous environment, every time I take a wrong step The possibility of losing his life is indeed not a wise choice. "

What he said was correct, because right in the picture, the flame in the small oil lamp that the man was holding in his hand suddenly went out.

The flame went out extremely quickly, silently.

The tide of darkness gathered from all directions, and in the picture Jon made, it was only pitch black. One or two faint screams could be faintly heard, but the sound was already too different from the sound just now. This is still stuffy. With Shatri's voice strengthened, if there was no strengthening of Shatri's, I am afraid they would not even hear the scream.

They chose the wrong place.

"This temple and the small alleys around it should be the body of the monsters living here. When they enter this range, they have already entered the hunting range of the monsters, so no matter how they struggle, they are In vain, it's a pity that they have that little equipment."

Sesatli is no longer interested in checking the scene on the screen, because the screen is very clear, there is no room for reversal, the woman who talked has disappeared, and the man who was in the lead is also silent in the dark, completely No trace.

When the darkness in the picture dissipated and the light from the temple door illuminates this small area again, there is no one left.

There were two lonely maple leaves scattered in front of the courtyard, as if a shy woman had just folded the maple leaves here and left two leaves accidentally.

Among the lanterns, the candlelight is light.

The sound of the pipa sounded again.

Only this time, no one was attracted by the sound of the pipa anymore, as if it was a long sky. Just at the beginning, the sound of the pipa disappeared far away, but this time ~lightnovelpub.net~ no one heard it.

...

Luo Hua and the three of them have fallen asleep on the sofa.

After a long psychological struggle and harassment of Sesatli’s spirit, this is the first time the three of them have fallen asleep.

A good sleep can help them regain their mental strength, so Jon did not disturb them either.

Seshatli had closed his eyes and began to practice magic power and restore the soul power he had consumed, not knowing what he had found.

And Jon himself was fiddling with the picture in front of him and the crystal clear water polo. He still didn't give up this. Anyway, there was nothing else to spend the long night, and he didn't want to sleep, so he might as well take a look.

Listening and watching more will help him increase his understanding of the strange phenomena in this world.

After all, he is not Sesatli, and there is not such a sufficient reserve of knowledge here.

Because of this, he was able to see the people who stepped here again after a long wait.

But this time it seems different.

In the dark.

Someone stepped on the light.

This young girl walking on this piece of land, carrying a machete alone on her body.

The scimitar reflected light, like a moon wheel.

In this full of terror and darkness, the girl ignored the malicious surging around, and didn't care about those loose and uncertain weird voices.

It's as if I didn't hear it at all.

She walked slowly and heavily to the door of the temple, gently pinched the handle of the scimitar, and bowed in salute.

On the handle of her machete, the strange inscription is clearly visible.

And Jon had seen that symbol. The symbol imprinted on a huge pyramid in a travel brochure that they saw before they came in was the symbol in front of him.

Not bad at all.