Indians do not have the tradition of wearing condoms, and the ** from the saints make various diseases spread rapidly. In later generations, the incidence of AIDS among Indians is quite high.∽↗

When Kurni Eva heard Mhamad's words, she was shocked. She was able to survive just now, completely out of survival instinct. For Kurni Eva, she was able to escape through many thrilling experiences because of survival instinct. When she was ravaged by those monks and men, Kurni Eva had been persisting while thinking about ways to escape.

But now, Mhamad's words suddenly made her fall into darkness.

Due to various reasons, the incidence of this disease in Africa is the highest, followed by South and Southeast Asia.

"I know there is an injection that can control this virus, and I can help you if you are willing to cooperate with me," said Mhamad.

Hope gradually flashed before Kurni Eva's eyes.

"Why are you following me here?" asked Mhamad.

"I've been following you all the time. This is my mission, which has started in Nepal." Kurnieva said: "I found that you have entered India. I have to monitor you and protect the safety of our allies and prevent you from sabotaging you in India."

"Then why don't you notify the Indian side?" said Mhamad.

"When I found out that you came here, I knew that your real purpose was for those legendary treasures." Kurnieva said: "Actually, I really want to share those treasures with you, if I can really find them."

"Do you still have companions?" asked Mhamad.

"If I had a companion, would I fall into your trap?" Kurni Eva's eyes showed anger again. She was too careless and was actually injured by the trap set by Mhamad.

When the other party talked about treasure, he had a ** in his eyes. Mhamad knew that swallows like Kurnieva had long lost their shame, and only wealth could impress them.

"Osama. I'm leaving it to you." Mhamad stood up and said to the man standing not far away.

"Okay." Osama walked over quickly, and carried Kurnie Ava with Ramael, like dragging a dead dog.

Kurni Eva suddenly reacted: "Mhamad, aren't you going to save me?"

"Aisha, because of you, the dead Afghan guerrillas, there are thousands of people." Mhamad said: "You should have gone to hell long ago."

Anger appeared in Kurni Eva's eyes and she wanted to struggle a few times. She had no strength left, and just now she was completely exhausted.

"Bundle it up and throw it into the water." Osama said, "Add a few big stones."

"The Buddha will forgive her sins." Mhamad said to Vesali: "I am leaving, chaste, saint."

"Wait, our temple elders, please come over." At this moment, a monk came out and said to Mhamad.

The elder of the temple? Please yourself? Mhamad suddenly wanted to shake his head.

"The elder rarely invites outsiders. Dear sir, you must be the elder's most valued guest." Weisali said.

Mhamad had to follow him.

These so-called sacred guys, Mhamad, are not caught in a cold. For Mhamad, he is actually an atheist, and his beliefs mainly come from his previous life, pure Marxism.

But now, for the sake of the things in the temple, Mhamad had to bite the bullet and came to the temple and met the elder.

His beard is not gray, and although the hair on his head is not, the roots are also black. He is a middle-aged man in his forties.

At this time, the other party sat on the futon and said to Mhamad: "Dear guest, thank you very much for helping us catch a blasphemous sinner this time."

"I should do it." Mhamad said: "I am very devout to Buddha."

"Dear guest, you donated a lot of incense money to you last time you came, and the gods will bless you." The other party said again.

Mhamad finally understood that he had come here. After a long time, he wanted to give him some more money. The guy opposite was too shameless.

Well, you have to invest in making a lot of money by yourself.

"I am willing to donate another incense," said Mhamad. "I also have some incense I bring from Nepal, hoping to ignite it in the temple."

Nepal is also the kingdom of Buddha, and both sides are connected. When he heard Mhamad's words, the elder nodded: "Thank you for this."

Mhamad was speechless. As the most sacred place, how could he be so shameless and blatantly asked someone for money for incense? However, in later generations, it seemed that the same was true in the tourist attractions in China. The tourists in the tourist bus got off the bus and were taken into a temple first. The monk began to explain that when they came out, they asked for money for incense. As a result, many tourists were fooled and paid for money. They only found out that they were deceived after they came out.

Mhamad really wanted to donate incense. When Mhamad came here again with incense, the sun was about to set.

Mhamad reinserted his incense on every incense altar, including the rooms where the monks live, and in every room where there is an incense burner, they were inserted.

The incense smelled very pure, and the monks gave Mhamad a thumbs up.

The sky gradually became darker and everything around was silent.

The moon climbed up high, shining on the temple, ten trucks turned off their headlights, and leaned against the moonlight to come outside the temple.

"Go in and take a look." Mhamad said, and took Osama and others to climb over the wall easily.

The two monks guarding the gate were sleeping soundly. Osama pushed gently, and the other party's body fell to the ground and still did not wake up.

It seems that the fragrance has already taken effect.

The scene in martial arts novels that hold the smoky smoke, the other party will fall down immediately. This kind of scene is just fictional. The smoke enters the nose, the lungs, and exchanges with blood from the alveoli, and enters the blood. This is a very long process. After that, the blood passes through the heart and pumps to all parts of the body, including the brain. It takes two or three hours to have sufficient concentration. The brain enters deep sleep.

Moreover, the next day, when these people wake up, their brains will be very painful and even lose some memories.

Mhamad doesn’t care about that much. For Mhamad, the most important thing is those dark rooms.

Following the route of inquiry during the day, Mhamad easily arrived at the door of the dark room. The doors of these dark room were closed and an ancient lock was hung on it.

"There is no sirens," said Murad, who has received some professional training in Pakistan, including these aspects.

It is not the 21st century now, there are so many means such as infrared sirens. Moreover, now this is just a temple, and no news of the treasure has been found. Indian police have no energy to pay attention to it.

"Well, pry it open," Mhamad said.

Osama held a crowbar and stabbed it into the lock hole of the lock. With a force, the lock was pried open with a click.

Then, Osama stabbed into the crack of the door with a crowbar, and the ancient bronze-covered door opened.

"Quick, set up the conveyor belt." Mhamad said, stepping in.

A strong flashlight shone on the wall, and there was a gloomy momentum around it, after all, it had not been opened for more than a hundred years.

Osama followed behind. Following the passage, he saw nothing, and the secret room was empty.

"His Excellency Mhamad, there is nothing here." Osama said, "Are we looking for the wrong thing?"

"Is there any stone?" asked Mhamad.

“A few pieces.”

“Move it away.”

According to the experience of the Indian government entering the secret room in later generations, there was nothing here, but when the stones were moved away, a secret passage was revealed inside, and the real treasure was hidden in the secret chamber of the secret passage.

"clear."

Osama and a few people moved the big stone away, and sure enough, another hole was revealed inside.

Lord Mhamad, a godlike existence, even if he had never been here, he already knew the situation here. Osama had no doubt about Mhamad's command.

"Let's go." Osama walked in first.

As he walked along the secret passage here and took more than a dozen steps, Osama suddenly became stunned.

When a strong light flashlight is called, a strong light will be reflected on the opposite side, which is golden and some beads that will immediately emit light under the strong light.

Gold, jewelry!

"His Excellency Mhamad, there is indeed a treasure here!" Osama said.

"Decorate the conveyor belt and move things immediately," said Mhamad.

Two conveyor belts were arranged open, one was raised from the place where the door was pried open and just mounted to the window, and the other conveyor belt was mounted into the secret room and directly through the special secret passage.

"Hurry, do it!" Osama walked in, carried the heavy thing, and walked outside. This was a calf made of gold! Although it was only half a leg high, it was difficult for one person to move it.

"Buzz, buzz." A small generator was pulled out of fire, and as the electricity emitted by the generator was transmitted to the motor of the conveyor belt, the conveyor belt rotated.

Move to the door, go up the conveyor belt, get there, and then go up the conveyor belt! All the way to the car outside!

If these twenty people were moved by hand only, they would not be able to move them overnight.

"Come on, let's carry it together!" Osama whispered. This is a big guy, probably a few hundred pounds! In normal times, several people couldn't lift it, but now, everyone has put all their efforts, and they have carried the big guy and put it on the conveyor belt.

Gold is a ton of gold! Pearls and gems are even more uncountable!

Mhamad was checking back and forth. Now, what he was most worried about was whether his subordinates would be moved when they saw the real wealth, which made him very satisfied. These soldiers who followed him through life and death were strictly enforcing his orders.

"Osama, the next secret room." Mhamad continued: "Follow me to find it first."

In later generations, Indians only opened one of six secret rooms. No one could tell what treasures there were in the other secret rooms. (To be continued, please search for Piaotianwen, novels are better, updated and faster!
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