Fantasy World Transmigration - 1047. Chapter 1047

Cairo, one of the oldest cities in human history, a city with a history of five thousand years, which is longer than the civilization history of most races in the world. The regular flooding of the Nile River created the ancient civilization of ancient Egypt and shaped it. This ancient city by the Nile River.

The unique dry climate preserves the ancient ruins of this city.

The chaotic roads and buildings in the city and the pyramids outside the city stand here together. The old and old Egyptians have been extinct. The new owner in this ancient land is the group holding the Quran and pouting. The Arabs and the gods of Egypt have become history together with the pyramids.

The culture of this city is faulty. This ancient civilization and history have nothing to do with its new owner. Not every civilization is the same as the Chinese civilization, prosperous and spreading endlessly!

Although Egypt outside the pyramid area is full of noise, dirt and backwardness, it is like a huge chaotic and disorderly construction site, full of uncovered and uncovered buildings. People here believe that the prosperous family will be The family’s living space keeps putting forward new requirements, and Egypt’s unique laws prevent most Egyptians from capping their houses.

They will add one or more floors upstairs after the next generation is born…In Egypt, building houses is always in progress.

But this is Cairo, but it is a place where rich people in Africa want to settle.

The rich settled in the city of Nars next to the airport, while the poor…

These shattered buildings, with dubious architectural qualifications, are not designed to be the poorest buildings, and they are not the places where the poorest people in Egypt live.

The real poor can only live in the City of the Dead-a place comparable to the slums of Brazil and the slums of Mumbai. This is the dirtiest and worst area in Egypt. This is a forbidden place. It is the shadow of the Cairo sun, which condenses the most of the city. The epitome of the dark, chaotic side.

The City of the Dead-is not an exaggerated modification, but a real city that belongs to the dead.

This is the cemetery of Cairo. Although the modern Egyptians are of Arab species, they are inevitably influenced by the ancient Egyptian religion. They are the same as the ancient Egyptians and the Chinese in the Western Han Dynasty. Traditionally, they believe that the dead are underground and still live as they were before.

So the ancient Egyptians created the pyramids, and the Chinese in the Han dynasty buried complete necessities and built huge mausoleums.

Modern Egyptians bury the dead in underground tombs, but build magnificent buildings on the tombs, like living quarters.

Wealthy families will hire grave guards to live in these buildings to guard the dead—another custom very similar to ancient China, but no family will last forever, so there will be uninvited ones. Homeless people live inside and live together with the tomb guards. This is Cairo’s-City of the Dead!

Strange stared at this mausoleum where the living and the dead lived together, and Chen Ang asked him next to him: “Have you never been here before?”

Strange shook his head and said: “I have been to Cairo before to attend academic conferences…”

“But they all live in magnificent hotels?” Chen Ang asked back: “In fact, even tourists don’t come here. Although it is a real feature of Cairo, it is more culturally representative than the pyramids. Think about it. A modern pyramid, where the living and the dead live together, mixed with religion, traditional culture, the stubborn illness of the modern city and the shadow of the country’s light.”

“But just like the slums are also Rio’s characteristics, tourists would rather jump samba than get involved. After all, gangs are not particular about it. This is also the abandoned place of this city.”

“The ruler of the slum is a gang!” Strange said solemnly: “Then who is the ruler here?”

“A more dangerous existence!” Chen Ang sighed.

“Even gangs don’t want to live in such a bad place. Except for people who have nothing, who wants to live with the dead, *** teaches this place as filthy. There are only voodoo lunatics, shamans. Wizards are happy to stay here. That group of voodoo wizards is so powerful in Africa, even if Egypt is a *** country, it was infiltrated by voodoo. This is the paradise of voodoo wizards. They believe that they live in life and death. The edge of the turn can communicate with the souls of the dead and make their mana stronger.”

“Moreover, there are rich treasures buried underground here!”

“You mean…they still robber the tomb?” Strange asked in surprise.

“Otherwise? Why do those rich people hire grave guards?” Chen Ang introduced: “Kama Taj’s knowledge is too old! Although there are very detailed spells and occult knowledge recorded there, they won’t tell you In modern Egypt, a new capital of the dead that has developed so silently will not record the movement of voodoo in the new century.”

“The existence of these secret gossips, engraved in the blood and shadows of the city’s development, can only be understood by getting close to here.”

“Those rich people hire grave guards, in addition to driving away poor people who have nothing, they are also responsible for guarding the remains and burial objects of their relatives in the catacombs. And those wizards are just fond of the rich bone resources here, as well as the ability to become spells. A rich funerary of objects and casting materials.”

“Gold and silver vessels, burial gems, and antiques!”

Walking on the empty streets, there are foul-smelling garbage on both sides. The streets here are the same as other poor areas, with garbage everywhere, cats and dogs wandering. But the streets here are more narrow and messy. There are no street name signs, no traffic police and security police, and the maze-like streets are empty.

The tombs in the “City of the Dead” were built in the style of folk houses, with courtyards, walls, gates, houses, and tombs. Most houses had only one or two floors and appeared low. The name of the tomb owner and the row number of the tomb house are engraved on the wall next to the gate. The coffin bones are buried under the tomb.

The street house number is not the name and house number of the house owner, but the name of the tomb owner and the row number of the house.

There are approximately 1 million Egyptians living in the “City of the Dead”.

Chen Ang stopped in front of a more magnificent tomb, watching them faintly behind him, and disappearing without a trace – the wizard is the big man here, and the people who find them, no matter whether they will be unlucky or not, It’s not that these incompetent gangs can bother.

Strange looked at the tomb in front of him with the name of the owner of the tomb, hesitated for a moment and said, “I’ll wait for you outside!”

“Why, don’t you want to go in?” Chen Ang smiled, “Then guard the door and don’t let him run away!”

Chen Ang knocked on the door, and a voice with a West African tribal accent asked vigilantly in English: “Who?”

“Master, someone introduced me to buy something from you!” Chen Ang lowered his voice.

The person inside was silent for a while, only to hear the sound of someone wagging up, the chair dragged on the ground, making a loud noise, the person leaned to the door and whispered: “Who introduced you!”

Chen Ang’s hand passed through the middle of the wooden door. He punched through the solid wood door about three centimeters thick, grabbed the man’s collar, pulled his head over, and pressed it heavily on the door. Chen Ang faced the door. The position of the person’s ears whispered: “Death introduced us to us… If you don’t want to die, you’d better open the door obediently, and stick my gun to the door, where your head is. If you want the bullet to pass through the wooden door, then Through your head…ten, nine, eight, seven…”

“I’m driving! I’m driving!” the man panicked: “Don’t shoot!”

Strange heard the door click open. He endured the discomfort and moved forward a little bit. He saw Chen Ang loosen the man’s collar and slammed the door open. A thin black man with all kinds of voodoo all over his body. The magic materials taught, various bones and magical instruments from the corpse, fell down and sat on the ground, looking out the door in horror.

Chen Ang walked in with a cold face and confessed to Strange: “Come in and close the door!”

Strange had to obey the order. He reluctantly walked in and closed the door. The tomb was under his feet. The house was very dark. The only light source was the door hole that Chen Ang had penetrated. Chen Ang found a place and sat down. , Straight to the face of the Voodoo wizard.

He asked: “Three months ago, did someone ask you for help?”

The wizard was very frightened, but his eyes still moved slightly, seeming to be looking for his gun, and he said, “Sir, there are so many people who ask me for help every month, I don’t know which one it is!”

“I will help you remember it.” Chen Ang said calmly.