Sneered: "I admit that my guess is absurd, but at least I can make a guess, unlike you, who can't even say a decent word!"

"Who said that! How could I-"

"Then tell me, who the high priest might be!"

"Who else! Of course—"

"Who?"

"Uh--"

Feng Ling squibs, the big dog looks at Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng: "The high priest is probably Xu Fu or a Qin and Han alchemist related to Xu Fu."

"why?"

Hai Dazhuang who didn't know that the pyramid-shaped ruins that Zhou Heng showed Helena used to be the shelter of Hu Hai, who was transformed into a monster by the elixir of life, stared at Zhou Heng dumbfounded: "How could the alchemists of the ancient eastern country like to live in this place?" Inside an ancient Egyptian-style pyramid building? Something must have gone wrong."

"I dare to say this, and there must be a reason for me."

"That's also—"

Hai Dazhuang shook his head desperately: "Impossible! Impossible! There must be a mistake somewhere!"

"But the fact is true. The pyramid-shaped ruins in the photos I showed Helena were built by a certain alchemist in the Qin and Han Dynasties. I was told by a creature living in the ruins."

"..."

Hai Dazhuang was speechless for a moment.

His world view was hit by the earth-shattering, and it was too shattered to be put back together.

Seeing this, Zhou Heng stopped beating the injured Hai Dazhuang, and said to Feng Ling and the three-headed dog Dahei, "Do you think the high priest is willing to meet us?"

"There is no need to guess the answer to something that is certain."

Three-headed dog big black hippie smiley representation.

Feng Ling also said: "That guy must be crazy and stupid to refuse to meet Anada. His current situation is likely to be the same as the monsters we dug in the dungeon, otherwise he would not have lived in the pyramid forever. In architecture, the balance of the body state is maintained by simulating the microcosm.”

"...Is it because what you said is very profound? Why can I understand every word you said, and when they are put together, it becomes a heavenly scripture?"

Hai Dazhuang was perplexed.

At this point, the plane finally arrived at its destination.

Hai Dazhuang's hometown.

……

……

Time has changed many things, such as turning a spooky castle into a popular tourist attraction.

Looking at the long line in front of the entrance of the slightly weathered and peeling stone arch, Hai Dazhuang was very emotional: "When I woke up in Huaguo, I really thought I would never come back."

"In the end, not only did you come back, but you also had to buy a ticket to go home."

Feng Ling mocked Hai Dazhuang unceremoniously.

Hai Dazhuang said with a dry smile: "It has been uninhabited for hundreds of years, and it is normal for the local government to take it back and develop it into a tourist resource. After all, such a large castle costs a lot of money every year just to maintain it."

"So you're not going to ask the local government to get the house back?"

"Why? Tell them that I am the first generation owner of the castle? I'm not a fool!"

"Really? Aren't you a fool?"

Feng Ling unreasonably turned on the mode of crazily complaining.

Hai Dazhuang couldn't express his distress, so he could only look at Zhou Heng for help.

Zhou Heng was noncommittal.

At this moment, his attention was completely attracted by the dark and cold atmosphere emanating from the depths of the castle.

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