Otherworldly Merchant

Hearing him say that, everyone's eyes swept towards Qinna.

“Beauty, is he telling the truth?” The young man with long hair grabbed the fat guide's collar and turned around and asked.

“Well, yeah, there's a car.” Qin Na nodded and answered mechanically.

“Well, now that the pretty lady has said that, I'll trust you again in her face!” The young man with long hair finally let go.

Everyone looked back at Qin Na, and they filled their eyes with letters of suspicion.

But the good news is that the mountain entrance is just ahead of us. It's really fake to know at first sight. If you really want to go back, it may be further away. And if you don't go to the back of the village before, it's even harder in the wilderness.

The crowd continued to float forward, flashing and twisting like snakes.

But I felt something was wrong.

Qin Na's true nature, I've seen it a long time ago, it's quite another kind of naughty. How come all of a sudden, it's so mune?

Half the way there was no complaint, just following me with no expression, almost nothing to say.

“Nat, are you tired?” I am concerned to ask.

“Mm-hmm.” She just nodded softly and stopped talking.

Half an hour later, he finally came to the hill.

The hill is not very dangerous, but it is very tall and bare without a tree.

At the foot of the mountain, a large stone tablet was erected. Someone lit up the photograph, and there were three big words engraved on it: 'Zaguri'. At the same time, there was a bunch of dense numbness text, but I couldn't see what it was actually written about.

“Where's the tunnel? And the car." The young man with long hair took pictures outside, and there was no shadow of the tunnel. The whole mountain was dark. Like a giant beast squatting on the ground.

“Now, now!” The fat guide pulled something out and knocked on the tablet.

A very crisp noise came out, echoing far into the wilderness.

“What the fuck are you doing with me? Knock on this shit and there's a tunnel.” Young, long-haired young people are about to get angry as they take a step forward.

Suddenly, an array of bangs came out of the mountain, sounding like a giant clock.

Woo, woo...

Immediately thereafter, the sharp horn sounds fluctuated continuously.

The young man with long hair stunned.

Everyone was shocked by the sound, peering in each other's faces, holding their phones high and sweeping everywhere.

Whimpers are louder and louder, and the tone is dragging longer and longer, as if it were an ancient wartime trumpet - we are surrounded by thousands of horses at this time!

“This... what is this?” The fashionable woman who complained earlier, leaned towards the man with some fear.

“Attention, everyone.” The fat guide shouted, “Don't mess up, the tunnel will open soon, be sure to remember what I said, don't go out at night, don't talk to the villagers, let alone pick flowers and grass, don't take photos. ”

Click, click, click...

Another wave of rock locking machines vibrated, immediately followed by the hill in front of us, a boulder more than three meters wide slowly rising, revealing a long passage in front of us.

On the stone walls on both sides of the aisle, a pitch-black skull was hung, and the flames of Red Pass lit up the hole in both eyes.

Gala, accompanied by heavy muffled noises, a dark shadow rushed from afar to near to us.

The crowd hurried back in shock, but the shadow stopped sharply at the entrance. It wasn't until then that we realized that it was really a car.

All cars are made of bronze, which is exactly the same length and height as the passage, leaving a gap of about half a foot on each side.

Below the body, laying two long tracks, stretched out far, submerged in endless darkness, and no one knew what that end was?

The fat guided light car walked up the road and pressed on the bronze car. Tap, the rear of the car falls, a ramped up ladder.

The end of the staircase is bright and golden.

All four walls are golden and lined with countless bright jewels and thick redhead carpets underneath.

The entire compartment is huge and dazzling, a hundred times more luxurious than the emperor's seat!

For a while, everyone was stunned and couldn't say a word of shock.

The fat guide enjoyed watching the crowd's stunned expression and clapped his hands: “Friends! Don't stand there. Get in the car! The mysterious and ancient village of Zaguri awaits us. ”

As soon as his voice had fallen, Qin Na had stepped forward and taken the steps straight.

“Bullshit!” The young man with long hair woke up and stretched his thumb out toward the fat guide: “This look is outrageous!” He walked in, too.

“This attraction is so high-end, this time it didn't come in vain. ”

“Awesome! ”

Everyone forgot, just a few minutes ago, how they were all loud and complaining. At this time, they were all so excited. One by one, they pulled out their phones and kept shooting, taking pictures, full of surprises.

“Strange, how come there's no signal?” The fashionable woman, who seemed to want to publish this incredibly stunning beauty on Twitter for the first time, suddenly realized that her phone didn't have a signal.

“Yes, there's no signal. ”

“Strange, what else was there? ”

“Stop the ink and get in the car!” The young man with long hair sat in the middle of the trunk with a wide axe and shouted to everyone: “We walked this far in the mountains, we didn't get a normal signal, do you want to go into the village? You're not hungry, are you? ”

“Come on, let's go. It's the same thing when you get it back.” Next to his flat head, he also greeted.

These guys have been the fiercest and almost got their hands on the fat guide, but now they're his best assistants.

Everyone got in one after another. All standing in the car touching this, looking at that, novel eyes, incredible faces.

But the more I think about it, the more unusual it is!

This is a primitive village?

And what is this bronze car?

I took two steps forward to maximize the brightness of my phone and looked closely at this incredibly weird bronze car.

The bronze on the car is brand new, no pattern, no copper rust.

The craftsmanship is more like mechanical compression, which means that this bronze car was built recently and has absolutely nothing to do with any ancient village.

“Don't eat anything from the village.” I was looking at the room, and that tall, skinny foreigner came to me, and he pressed his voice down in my ear. He didn't say a word on the way, and he didn't even look at me when he said it, if nothing happened, he rubbed his shoulders.

Who is this foreigner?

How would he know?