Chapter 1: Hell God (Joiner, Lao Mo)
?The next morning, I took Ranran to have a big meal. Xiaoyao bought me the air ticket at 1:00 pm. The destination was to go to Nordic Europe first and then transfer to Egypt.
The guy secretly asked me about this mission, but the old man explicitly told me that he could not reveal anything to each other, so I didn't say much.
After packing up what I should have brought, I left the wretched me with Xiaoyao, and even Gui Ji stayed in China. Because of my concern, I was afraid that the iron head of Indra would not be able to take good care of Ran Ran.
As for the old man, I never trusted him since the beginning because I didn’t even take good care of myself and hoped that he would take care of others.
After saying goodbye to them one by one, I took a Xiaoyao bus to Kyoto Airport and embarked on my journey again.
Because I was a little uncomfortable with the first time I boarded the plane, I fell asleep as soon as I got on the plane. It was not until after the transfer that I felt much better. I lay aside and looked at my book.
Because I still have about two days to get to the bus, so I am still rich in time. I am happy to indulge in the sea of books.
It was not until I landed at the destination that I hurriedly followed the crowd out, transferred and entered the station. It was not until I took the train to Cairo, Egypt that I lay in my own position physically and mentally exhausted.
The continuous journey made me feel exhausted, no less than experiencing a life-and-death struggle.
According to the old man's arrangement, there was an old friend in Cairo who was responsible for my translation work. Along the way, if I hadn't been a sloppy person and could endure loneliness.
I'm afraid I've been annoyed by a group of jiuwai's words that I can't understand at all. Fortunately, Xiaoyao was well prepared and was afraid that I would encounter trouble when I came here, so I wrote a lot of commonly used words for me, otherwise I would even be a problem with buying a ticket.
The train arrived in Cairo a day later, a place full of ancient civilizations. It has a good customs and culture, at least on the surface, but compared to the Chinese cities, it has a great characteristic, its economy is not very developed, its urban style, and its monotonous loess color.
Because Cairo is close to the desert, it is very windy and sandy here, and it is common to blow sandstorms.
After leaving the station, you can see an old man who was dressed strangely, with a white beard tied up with a fine bandage. He was short and fat, but his face looked energetic.
I saw a wooden sign in his hand. The reason I followed him at first glance was because the guy had a row of big words written on the sign in his hand, "Mo Jiu, welcome to Cairo."
I shook my head helplessly, leaned towards him with something, looked at him, and then politely said, "Uncle Mo!"
"Mo Jiu? Old man's disciple?"
Chapter completed!