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Chapter 1320 Is it really the underworld?

At this time, everything around Zhang Xuan and others was in a harmonious scene. People were farming in the fields, children were playing with each other, and the couple in the fields were loving and smoke had already risen in some farmhouses.

But this harmonious scene made Zhang Xuan and others feel cold.

They had never heard of the existence of the Holy Fire Town on the Mountain of the Gods in the seventies. This town and the thatched huts last night appeared out of thin air. Either, the so-called Holy Fire Town appeared out of thin air in this world, or, they were themselves and others, in the Holy Fire Town out of thin air, they would rather believe it was the latter. After all, everything they experienced last night was too strange, and they even doubted whether they had stepped on the road to the underworld since last night.

All morning, Zhang Xuan and others were tied here until noon, when the sun was in the sky, the gray-haired old man appeared again and told Zhang Xuan a lot.

Afterwards, several strong men guarding Zhang Xuan and others walked up to untie all the ropes that bound them.

Everyone in the Ninth Bureau cast doubtful eyes at Zhang Xuan.

Zhang Xuan explained: "They said that the gods punish us and let us plow the fields here for twenty years before we can leave."

Only then did Zhang Xuan have the opportunity to look around with his eyes. At this moment, they were on a huge platform, which was the top of the mountain, but there were no temples of gods on the top of the mountain, and some were just these farmhouses.

Strange.

Everything is full of weirdness.

While Zhang Xuan looked at him, several people threw hoes and rakes in front of Zhang Xuan and the others, and then pointed out a piece of wasteland to Zhang Xuan and others, meaning that the land they were going to plow behind was that piece of wasteland.

Next to the wasteland, there is also a house, the same as the surrounding farmhouses.

Everyone picked up the hoes and rakes, came to the farmhouse, and opened the door. The decoration style inside was very ancient, and the dark fireplace was filled with a sense of age.

A member of the Ninth Bureau looked around and then spoke: "Many of the stone used here no longer exists in modern times."

"Look at this..." A man saw a Trojan horse in the house. The Trojan horse was not big, only half a meter high, and it was empty in the middle. After careful observation, he found that there were many designs inside the Trojan horse that could stand people, "Is this... a Trojan horse?"

Next to the Trojan horse, there is also a design sketch that proves that the Trojan is still in the process of design.

In the history of the seventies country, the Trojan horse is no less famous than the wooden ox and flowing horse, but there is such a sketch here?

Just as everyone was wondering about the design sketch of the Trojan horse, the farmhouse gate was knocked open.

The gray-haired old man stood in front of the door and said something.

Zhang Xuan's expression froze slightly, and then he gave some answers.

When the old man heard this, he walked away with confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

Zhao Ji asked.

Zhang Xuan took a deep breath, "He asked me, did Paris lose..." As soon as Zhang Xuan said this, everyone in the room fell into silence.

There are currently Trojan horses, and [Jiujiu Novels      www.99xsw.info] Paris.

In the 13th century BC, the Trojan Prince Paris abducted the queen of Sparta. From that day on, a war between the 1970s and Troy broke out.

The old man just now asked if Paris was defeated?

This has happened thousands of years ago! “They are definitely not humans! Absolutely not! This is the underworld, we really can’t get out, we can’t get out!"

The youngest member of the Nine Bureau kept murmuring, "We must obey the will of the gods. Yes, the gods let us plow the fields and plow the fields."

The man said, picked up the hoe and walked out of the farmhouse with a confused look on his face.

Zhang Xuan frowned and looked at Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji didn't say anything. He took out a cigarette and dropped it in his mouth, looking for fire everywhere, but he couldn't find it.

"I also want to atone for my sins. I want to leave here. I don't want to stay in the underworld, I don't want to stay in the underworld!"

The timid woman screamed and ran out of the room with a rake.

The other five team members, look at me, look at you, although they didn't say anything, they also picked up the tools and walked out. It seemed that they were also in their hearts that they had been taken to the underworld.

Zhao Ji took a wooden stick and walked out of the room. More than ten minutes later, he came back with the lit wooden stick and lit a cigarette for himself. His anxious expression eased a lot.

Zhao Ji lit more than a dozen cigarettes in a row, swallowing clouds and fog. Soon, the small farmhouse became cloudy and mist.

Zhao Ji observed it all over and said, "What do you think about this?"

"Someone must be making trouble. What kind of underworld is really interesting. The oldest seventy-seven words taught to the people here by the gods. Is the judgment given to us composed of Yanxia language?"

Zhang Xuan showed a sneer.

"What about me?"

Zhao Ji took a cigarette again, "Can I continue acting?"

"Of course I'm going to act."

Zhang Xuan spoke, "The more wrong you are, the faster they will be. Let's do it first, let's see what medicine they are selling in this gourd. I'll go out tonight and leave it to you here."

"OK."

Zhao Ji put out the cigarette in his hand, showed an anxious look again, and walked out of the farmhouse.

The seven members of the Ninth Bureau have already started to work on farming. They are very unfamiliar, but none of them dare to be lazy. As for the problems of eating and food, the compressed dry food they bring can be solved completely.

When it was dark, another large cloud was shrouding in the sky, and the drizzle began to fall.

Until late at night, the light rain turned into heavy rain. Zhang Xuan took advantage of the night and left the farmhouse. There was only one way in front of him, that was to go down the mountain.

In the night, no one noticed Zhang Xuan walking on a rainy night jumping down from the platform on the top of the mountain. If only Zhang Xuan was the only one, he would move very quickly. Although he could not control his energy, with his strength, he would jump several meters high at a time and would not even bend his knees.

In the darkness, Zhang Xuan jumped downwards continuously, and suddenly, in front of Zhang Xuan, hundreds of thatched huts appeared. This thatched hut was exactly what they saw yesterday on a rainy night.

Just like last night, there was no figure here, except for the sound of heavy rain, and there was silence.

A figure wearing a hat, a robe and carrying a hoe on his shoulder appeared in front of Zhang Xuan. The figure strides along a path. This time, Zhang Xuan noticed that the other party's trousers were also covered with mud, and he would leave footprints on the ground when he walked. Although the footprints were quickly washed away by the rain, they had real existence.

Zhang Xuan immediately increased his speed and rushed towards the man, and the distance between the two was closer in a short time.

Zhang Xuan grabbed the other person's shoulder.

The other party's forward steps suddenly paused, then turned his head, and the face appeared in Zhang Xuan's eyes.
Chapter completed!
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