When Isabelle came out with a small bag on her back, Han Xuan helped open the door of the Rolls-Royce and said, "It will take a long time to drive to Trivandrum.

You may not be able to find the toilet in the middle. Have you been to the toilet?"

Isabelle rolled her eyes when she heard this: “I’m just in menstruation, you don’t have to take care of me like a patient.

Except for the lucky guy like Anya, every woman will happen, which is normal."

"I didn't think you were sick, but I just thought it would be better to take care of you a little bit at this time. After all, you are younger than me and your parents are not around."

Seeing that the back of his hand was wet by the rain, Han Xuan raised his head to look at the gloomy sky.

"This weather is really annoying. It's just stopped for a while and it's raining again.

Winnie, you go and take that RV.

Little Barry, you go with Winnie…”

It's really annoying.

When it comes to plum rain season, it always rains along the coastal areas of southwest India.

Even though the terrain of Padmanabaswami Temple is relatively high, water still enters the tunnel dug out due to continuous rain.

This makes the already difficult excavation work even more difficult. The excavation work has been temporarily suspended and work has been suspended.

I have only dug more than 110 meters in the past two months. Because the direction is wrong, it is very different from the originally scheduled direction, and it will take more than ten days to be delayed. The time I successfully dug into the underground of the temple is far away.

The roads in India are very broken, only the national highways that have just been built are slightly flatter, and the driving speed is very slow because it has been raining all the time.

The convoy left Bengaluru city and drove west...

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I set out in the morning and enjoyed the scenery of India along the way. It took me more than eight hours to arrive in Trivandrum.

The city is significantly smaller than Bangalore, with a population of less than one-tenth of it, but in comparison, the city of Trivandrum is a little more beautiful, with less of so many dilapidated slums.

The roads under your feet are still bumpy, even in the city center. It is not raining at this moment in Trivandrum, and the sky is filled with sunset light in the evening.

The heavy rain in the past few days washed the roofs of the quaint buildings on both sides of the street very cleanly.

Occasionally I can see some people riding beautifully dressed elephants passing by the street.

The elephant feces were so big that they fell at the door of a shop. A middle-aged Indian man with a big black beard ran out of the room. He pointed at the couple riding on the elephant and cursed.

But it was just a swearing. The couple couldn't survive and he had no choice. Angering the elephant was a way to die, and no one dared to do that.

And those who can afford to raise elephants are considered rich people. If the couple hadn't dressed simply, the owner wouldn't dare to be so arrogant...

Across a road, the scenes on both sides are very different.

The royal family members at that time still live in a beautiful palace covering a vast area.

On the road at the entrance of the palace, bicycles and motorcycles kept passing by, and the houses across the street were dilapidated, which was in sharp contrast to the palace.

The clothes worn by men are similar to those of Middle Eastern clothing, mostly white or dark blue and gray, with several thick layers of fabric wrapped around their heads, and some even feathers.

In fact, Indians in other places have similar clothes to Europe, but Kerala is one of the most religious Indian states. In this era, they still respect ancient customs very much.

Some rural people do not wear tops, wrap around their bodies or slanted on their shoulders. This kind of clothing is called "Chada" by the locals, and people in the city do not want to wear it like this.

The city is close to the sea. When Han Xuan opened the window, he could feel a gust of sea breeze blowing into the car.

The fruits on the coconut tree on the roadside are already ripe. Several young children are holding homemade tools and wanting to cut the coconut off.

Without getting off the car, Gabriel was asked to park next to a street stall selling coconuts, opened the window and talked to the stall owner for a few words. Han Xuan gave him twenty rupees and bought three green coconuts, and asked the stall owner to help open it.

As soon as he got the hand, Fat Ding urgently bit the straw, his face full of enjoyment, squinted his eyes and sucked hard, making a serene sound.

When I passed by a school, I saw a group of people blocking the door and throwing everything into the school. I parked the car and held the coconut to watch the fun.

After asking, I learned that the owner of the canteen of this school actually cooked food for the school children with cow feed. Han Xuan shook his head and smiled bitterly. It was too careless to do it.

India regards beef as a sacred thing, and locals do not eat it, but India is one of the largest beef producers in the world, selling beef to various surrounding countries and regions, especially Europe and the United States.

I have seen the Padmanabaswami Temple, which stands on the edge of the city, with a white surface on the exterior wall, and a trapezoidal shape, layer by layer.

The tunnels dug out can't be hidden for long, and their cars are too conspicuous, and they will inevitably be remembered by those who are interested.

So when approaching Padmanaba Shivami Temple, Han Xuan got off the car and entered an Indian restaurant, ordered a pot of tea without other spices, sat inside and chatted, and did not leave until dark.

Jason, who had been here for almost two months, came to greet him. His skin turned much darker, similar to Isabelle's wheat color.

Leading them to the warehouse, Han Xuan was surprised to find that there were many clay statues in the warehouse, with themes ranging from buildings to characters, and asked, "What is this for?"

Behind a huge pig head sculpture that had not been completed, Anqiluo, with his upper body naked, poked his head out, his hands covered with black mud.

While washing his hands, he replied: "These mud was dug out of the tunnel. There was too much mud to be done.

We also need reasonable reasons to live here, so when I have nothing to do, I will make these sculptures."

Compared to the last time I saw him, Anqiro had a big beard, and so did Jason. Hannah dyed her hair black, which was probably a disguise method to avoid being recognized in the future.

The warehouse is very large, with an area of ​​about 1,000 square meters, and there are forty or fifty sculptures. They are distributed in the open warehouse. The workmanship is not very fine, but it only shows a rough look.

Gabriel already knows what Jason is busy with during this period, but others don’t know that Irving, George and others laughed and scolded Jason for being an artist.

Jason could only smile bitterly, not becoming an artist, but becoming a groundhog...

After a brief conversation, Han Xuan followed Augustine, went down from the vertical shaft next to the wall, stepped on the ground that became muddy due to the water inlet, and looked at the tunnel shining with yellow lights.

The tunnel is about two meters high and one meter five meters wide. You can see a steel column for supporting it after two or three meters.

Han Xuan exclaimed: "Good guy, I thought it was just a hole, and the workmanship was too detailed."

An Qiluo smiled and said, "If you don't make it stronger, you can't fall into a place seven meters deep underground, landslides may be dead, so you can't be careless."

"I have been in India for a long time, and I will be here lately.

Other bodyguards also helped dig together, let's speed up the progress..."

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Chapter completed!