The hook rope is set up on the top of the wall, and Gao Climbs on it, and easily climbs over the temple wall.
"The movements of the transgender are so ugly, they look like a big monkey with a red butt." Latina shook his head in disdain, raised his chest in a lunge, and posed, then kicked his thighs, jumped up high, and made a dizzy streak in the air.
Bright arc.
"Oh?" Sinbad's mouth opened wide enough to swallow the egg. Latina's feet landed on the ground silently, and the laurel wreath around his waist fluttered in the wind, revealing the golden hair on his thighs and...
"How's it going, taro head?" Lalatin put his legs together, bent his knees slightly, pressed his hands gracefully on the fluttering laurel wreath, and looked at Sinbad expectantly.
"Very handsome and majestic." Sinbad scratched his head, "But Lord Laraddin, you jumped in the wrong direction." Laraddin still stood proudly outside the temple - at the other end.
"Really? Taro head, but that's not the point. Alas, you are still too vulgar and utilitarian. You need to be influenced by beauty." La Latina shook his head, twisted his waist, kicked his legs, and jumped in with his majestic body as light as a flea.
temple.
"Follow me." Gordon whispered, walking through the beams and pillars, tiptoeing, and quickly sneaked into the fasting hall.
After escaping from the fire by pretending to be a soldier, he went to Sinbad's shop to hide temporarily. According to their predetermined plan, Meatman put up notices everywhere, fanned the flames, and gathered people to cause trouble in front of the temple. Gordon lurked near the temple that night to monitor the opponent.
Abnormal movement.
The temple host absconded in the middle of the night, which undoubtedly confirmed the identity of the horse thief. Judging from his high martial arts skills, this person should be the leader of the Storm Horse Thief Group, Xiu Feng. And Xiu Feng's departure from the temple is an excellent opportunity to obtain the treasure of the Lion Tribe.
"Mr. Ghoul, aren't you going to deal with that horse thief?" Sinbad asked curiously, lying on Ladin's shoulder.
Gordon smiled slightly: "It's not that easy for him to sneak out of Crescent City." Meat Master also placed his own people among the guards at the city gate. As soon as a gust of wind appeared, they would immediately create a commotion, triggering conflicts between horse thieves and tribal soldiers.
Compared with Gust of Wind, although Rou Ye is not as powerful as a chicken, he is still more cunning and ruthless.
Gordon walked through the porch, and the fasting room was still the same as the last time he saw it, covered with snow-white curtains embroidered with gold thread.
"Mr. Ghoul, the treasure is buried in the last room -" Sinbad's voice suddenly stopped. In the last fasting room, a strange figure was reflected on the curtain. He was sitting cross-legged in silence, but now he was eager to hear the sound.
rise.
Gordon reacted quickly and threw a ray of cold light from his hand, penetrating the curtain. The figure fell back with a groan, and the scripture in his hand fell to the ground.
Sinbad ran over and opened the curtain. It was a scholar who was fasting and chanting scriptures here. His forehead was penetrated by a hidden weapon, and blood kept pouring out. "Mr. Ghoul, he is just an ordinary scholar, not a bad person." Simba
Da bit his lip, showing a look of reluctance.
"He hinders us and must be eliminated." Gordon replied indifferently, took out the alchemy potion and melted the corpse. "Hurry up, Sinbad."
"Taro, people die every day in the universe, but my beauty will last forever." La Latina shrugged coolly.
Sinbad nodded silently. He lifted up the carpet and found a diamond-shaped floor tile in the west corner. The glaze on the tile was still new and painted with exquisite fig patterns. Sinbad bit his finger and blood flowed out and slowly seeped out.
Glazed floor tiles.
After a while, the floor tiles glowed red with blood, the fig patterns were bright and lifelike, and the fruits were so full that they looked like they were about to burst.
"There is a secret alchemy formation set up here, which can only be opened by the blood of our Lion King descendants." Sinbad explained to Gordon.
With a "pop" sound, the glazed fig really cracked, and an alchemical goblin came out and appeared on the brick surface. It was still a flat glaze pattern, with a bald head and big ears, a dull expression, and big blinking eyes.
, two fingers drew circles on Shining’s forehead.
"It's not ordinary ugly." Latina shook her bright blond hair disdainfully.
"Ask a question." The alchemist elf said in a stiff voice.
"Answer." Sinbad replied quickly.
“What’s my favorite thing to eat?”
"Lamb roasted with figs."
"Correct answer." After the alchemy goblin said it, it suddenly exploded. Where it disappeared, a dark and charming cave pattern was revealed, about the size of a fig.
"Mr. Ghoul, just step on it." Sinbad demonstrated by raising his foot and stepping on the cave pattern. Although the pattern was much smaller than his foot, Gordon could clearly see the foot sticking into it.
The cave disappeared, followed by Sinbad's legs, waist, chest, and head. It was like a living person being sucked into a foot-long floor tile little by little.
This alchemical formation cleverly subverts vision, at least to the gold level.
Gordon then followed, and as soon as his feet touched the cave pattern, he felt like he had stepped into a real cave, and his whole body fell down. His eyes went dark, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed. He was in a long and narrow tunnel, Simba
Da stood in front of him.
Above their heads, the cave pattern on the floor tiles slowly shrank and changed, returning to the glazed image of figs.
"Mr. Ghoul, this is the tunnel where father hid the treasure. I finally came in." Sinbad walked forward along the dappled tunnel, with excitement on his face and a hint of sadness on his face. On both sides of the tunnel
, inlaid with dazzling luminous pearls at regular intervals. Not long after walking, Gordon saw large boxes made of gold, shining brightly and piled up at random. He opened a box casually, and the bright light shone out, and there were piles of them inside.
Full of agate, pearls, jade, gems...
Ladin's eyes suddenly lit up, and his green bean-sized eyes kept dancing. "Oh, my hair oil, moisturizer, and massage cream are all covered with taro heads. I'm going to go shopping like crazy."
Sinbad shook his head: "Mr. Laratin, these treasures already belong to Mr. Ghoul."
"Taro, you ugly, stupid pauper." Lalatin pointed to his face angrily, "Look, I have wrinkles on my forehead."
Gordon said: "You can take whatever you like, Lord Latina, just think of it as my gift to the most invincible and handsome man in the universe."
Without waiting for Sinbad to refuse, Laraddin quickly stretched out his arms, each holding a box, smiling happily: "Transgender, although you are ugly, your soul is still very beautiful."
Gordon glanced around and suddenly stopped. A thin corpse was lying behind the box, with its back cracked and its skin and flesh chapped, like a brittle black dead leaf.
Gordon walked over and shook the robe wrapped around the corpse. Dust fell one after another, revealing the alchemical patterns embroidered on the robe.
"Hey grandma, finally someone alive is here." A high-pitched voice suddenly came from inside the corpse.