"West, after you go back, go and make a meeting rule for me, and then do everything according to the rules. The first rule of the meeting rule will be followed unconditionally by the president's orders."

Everyone was speechless, asking for personal gain to themselves, should they say so openly?

If you say it privately, even if we know it, we can't say anything.

Even if you say it in front of us, we dare not say anything.

But I feel uncomfortable.

What does it feel like to stuff more than a hundred evil spirits into a minibus?

Although the spirit body has no entity, it has more than a hundred evil spirits.

It still makes people feel very scary.

"Is there a place for our association to accommodate so many evil spirits?"

"We have money, change the place." West said with rosy cheeks.

"Change the place? Did I agree?" Chen Zhao glared at West: "Now that I have some money, I want to change the place. Do you think the association is your home?"

"Uh... I'm sorry, President, I'm not thinking well."

"Forget it this time, remember to report to me next time."

Chen Zhao had already had enough of that neighborhood, and he was simply insulting his identity for a while.

In the future, if others ask themselves who they are, they say they are the president of the Supernatural Association.

Where to work, in a certain slum.

Don't be too embarrassed.

"President, what are the requirements for our new headquarters?"

"First of all, it can accommodate so many non-staff members at least."

"You need a kitchen." Jolin Nash, who was sitting in the front seat, interjected.

"You need a bathroom," said Baliya.

Everyone looked at Baliya. They had seen Baliya take off her clothes... No, it was Zhanwu.

Don't think too much...you can't think too much.

"I want a playground," Moore said.

"Reject." Chen Zhao said without hesitation: "You are so old and you still need an amusement park."

"Disclaimer will at most place a seesaw for you," West said.

"Okay, let me know immediately after the headquarters is re-selected."

Chen Zhao looked at Pamela: "Pamela, you will also be a full member of the Supernatural Association in the future. Please help me watch them. If anyone makes trouble, remember to tell me."

Although Pamela is a spiritual body, her strength and magical cognition are definitely the highest in the supernatural association.

Let her become a full member of the Supernatural Society and also let her help manage evil spirits.

These extremely vicious evil spirits were like little sheep in front of Chen Zhao.

But in front of other members of the supernatural association, they may not be so honest.

It is impossible for Chen Zhao to just look at these evil spirits every day.

So with Pamela watching, at least there won't be too much trouble.

Pamela had to agree if she didn't agree, and it was taken by Chen Zhao's lust...power.

If I say no, Chen Zhao might slap her against the wall.

I didn't have much deep friendship with him.

...

The vicissitudes of the murals, although the lines and pigments are so rough.

But what is recorded on this is a story, a period of history.

"This ruin is really worth the trip." The professor gently touched the mural with his gloves.

Finiti was not very interested in the murals in this ruins.

This remains is a semi-public relic and has not been fully disclosed, but expeditions or expedition teams are not prohibited from coming here.

Finiti walked deeper into the ruins.

Suddenly a sudden sound came.

It was the laughter of a child.

In such ruins, it is obvious that a child's voice should not appear.

But Finiti heard it very clearly.

She doesn't think she has auditory hallucinations.

But when she turned around, she didn't see any children.

The team members in the distance were still taking photos and inspecting the murals on the rock wall.

Feiniti's eyes flashed, and she turned her head to look at the deep passage.

Judging from the information she received.

This remains has been completely explored.

There have been many teams coming before and after, and there are basically no missing corners.

But with keen professional intuition.

Finiti always felt a mysterious atmosphere lingering here.

Dingling--

Suddenly, Feiniti's cell phone rang.

The sudden ringtone of the cell phone scared everyone in the ruins.

Finite picked up the phone: "Hey, is it Miss Finite?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Professor Peters asked me to pass on a piece of information to you. Can you give me your email?"

"Oh OK, where is Professor Peters?"

"He went out to sea."

“Going to sea? What to do?”

Feiniti was a little confused, and Professor Peters had a partnership with her for many years.

Professor Peters had also visited this ruins before, and then Professor Peters kept instigating her to come to this ruins to see them, and perhaps a special discovery would be made.

Now Phiniti is here, but Professor Peters is out to sea.

Didn’t Professor Peters always dislike going to sea?

What did he go to sea to do?

"Sorry, I don't know, I'm just his student, but Professor Peters said Miss Phiniti would understand."

"I will understand? What do I understand?"

Feiniti was confused when she heard this and hung up the call with Professor Peters's student.

Phiniti received information from Professor Peters.

Finiti opened it and looked at it a few times. Why are there all photos of this ruin?

What is this for?

"Mr. Sterling, can you come here?"

Sterling is also a very knowledgeable scholar in her team.

"This was sent to me by a friend of mine. Please help me see what this means."

Sterling took the phone: "Is it a photo here?"

"right."

"It seems like this photo here?" Sterling compared the remains: "This photo is a bit strange, to be precise, it is the painting in this photo."

"What's strange?"

"In the records of Inca civilization, they believe in the sun and the sky, so most of their murals are looking up at the sky and the sun, but you look at this painting..."

Sterling pointed to the mural on the rock wall: "This tall man, his eyes are facing the ground."

"Didn't the murals of the Inca civilization look at the opposite side at all?"

"Yes, relatively few, but facing the ground symbolizes death. If the person in a painting faces the ground, it indicates that this is a dying person."

"I still don't understand what's strange about this painting, and is there anything wrong with death?"

"Miss Feiniti, look at this row of murals. This man is like a warrior in a fairy tale. He accepted three tasks, killing the hungry wolf that ate people, subduing the giant crocodile in the water, and defeating the bear king in the forest. He is walking the king's path, and the king's path also indicates glory. When he is king, he should look up at the sky. The king of the Incas will not bow his head like death until death, but when he is crowned, he lowers his head and looks at the ground."

"So what does this mean?"
Chapter completed!