Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

"Fidill Ferguson."

Du Weiguo repeated the name, and today, he is no longer the illiterate uneducated man.

As his position became higher, his experience became more and his knowledge grew, he immediately realized that this name had a distinct regional characteristic.

"Where is he from? Scotland or Ireland?"

"I don't know." Marsal, who was lying on the ground, replied sullenly.

"do not know?"

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo immediately became furious. He lifted up the leech's chin with his toes and stared down at his eyes.

"I'm giving you a chance to reorganize your words."

"I, I, I really don't know."

This time, Marsal's wound was pulled, and the pain made him sweat profusely.

His twisted old face was covered with stone chips, dirt, snot and tears. He looked extremely miserable, just like a mangy dog ​​that had fallen into a mud puddle.

However, driven by his desire to survive, he still explained with difficulty:

“I, I’m not really familiar with Leech. Before he became hostile to you, we didn’t even know each other. Later, he took the initiative to find me.

But I can be sure that he is of white descent. Although his hair and pupils are dark brown, his appearance has obvious Celtic features. "

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo's eyes suddenly lit up:

"Tell me more about his physical features."

In order to survive, Marsal had already given up and told everything he knew.

"Height is about 180cm, and he looks about 40 years old~~"

Du Weiguo used the same old trick again, disrupting the order of questions and asking and answering them quickly. After a few times, he confirmed that Marsal was not lying, and then he nodded with satisfaction.

"And Krishna, the leader of the Viktoria sect? What do you know?"

"Ugh~" Just as he was about to speak, Marsal opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood.

At this moment, Marsal's posture was very uncomfortable. He was lying on the ground with his hands like a big toad, with his head raised high.

Logically speaking, Du Weiguo should have been more uncomfortable in this position, but his physical strength was so abnormal that he had no feeling at all, and even if he maintained it for a whole day, it would only be a drizzle.

He is so weak and spineless. Such a rubbish has been my opponent for so long.

Du Weiguo curled his lips in disdain, but finally withdrew his foot.

"Sit up and answer."

Marsal could no longer hold on. As soon as Du Weiguo let go, he fell to the ground like a dog eating shit, and immediately began to breathe violently.

After a long while, he managed to catch his breath, turned over with great effort and sat up, leaning against the rock wall, and said in a hoarse voice:

"I don't know Krishna. The leech led me to him. He is a real monster. Even if we meet face to face, I can't see his appearance clearly."

"What do you mean by I can't see the appearance clearly?" Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, a little puzzled by this statement.

Perhaps recalling Krishna's cunning and terrifying nature, Masar shuddered subconsciously and said in a trembling voice:

"That's right, that's right. His face seemed to be always hidden behind some frosted glass, and I couldn't see it clearly at all. And his voice seemed to come from a very far away place, which was very strange."

"Hehehe~" Du Weiguo couldn't help but laughed at him.

Damn it, you are a notorious cult leader, and you still flatter others and say they are evil.

"So what are his abilities?"

Du Weiguo didn't want to continue dwelling on Krishna's appearance, so he decisively changed the subject.

Masar shook his head:

"I don't know. Krishna has never attacked us. I only know that his mental power is very strong. Even from a distance, I can feel the pressure."

"Damn it, it's the same as saying nothing." Du Weiguo cursed angrily.

"It's not that it's too strong, but that you're too weak. With a mediocre mind like you, anyone with special mental abilities would probably feel oppressed."

Du Weiguo's vision is too high now, of course he looks down on him.

The spiritual masters he referred to were all top-notch people like Miss Hu, Night Devil, and Nightmare. Even the weakest Hu San was far stronger than Masar.

"Yes, Your Excellency is right, I am too weak."

Marsal was really out of temper at this time, and was only thinking about surviving. Even though Du Weiguo humiliated him like this, he didn't dare to refute, and there wasn't even a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

Facing such a Masar, Du Weiguo was somewhat bored. He lowered his eyes and glanced at him coldly:

"So you are useless now?"

"no no!"

Masar instantly understood the murderous intent in Du Weiguo's eyes, and waved his hands anxiously:

"I am useful. I am useful. I have money. I also know where the treasure of Alexander the Great is buried. Also, you just promised to give me a way out~~"

"puff!"

A silver evil shuttle suddenly pierced into the center of Masar's eyebrows.

The speed was so fast that it was unbelievable. He had no chance to react at all. His cloudy and scarlet old eyes widened in an instant.

"Uh~uh~"

Marsal held on to his last breath and refused to die. His bloodshot eyes stared straight at Du Weiguo, his eyes full of unwillingness.

"What are you looking at? I regret it, is that not okay?"

Seeing that he was still unwilling to die and still looking at him with resentment, Du Weiguo glanced at him with a look as if he was a fool, and said with contempt:

"Are you fucking sick? Someone like you, who has done so many bad things, actually still believes in promises? How can I let you go? Only by killing you can I feel at ease."

"Plop!" After hearing what he said, Marsal's eyes lost their luster and he fell straight to the ground.

Marsal, a great hero who wreaked havoc in Europe for decades and the Pope of the Church of Light who could cover the sky with one hand, died in an unknown cave.

All the ambitions and aspirations that once existed have turned to dust along with the corpse.

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo sat down on a stone next to Masar's body, struck a match, lit a cigarette, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and rubbed his sore eyebrows.

With all the powerful enemies gone, he thought he should be extremely happy, but he wasn't. Instead, he felt heavy and exhausted both physically and mentally.

Judging from the fight between him and Marsal, Du Weiguo is not the righteous side, and Marsal is not the evil side.

To put it bluntly, it is a clash between two interest groups, and the winner takes all.

Flowers do not stay in bloom forever, and people do not stay happy forever. Today, Masar died in the desert. This miserable farewell may very well be his fate tomorrow.

I don't know how much time had passed. The sun was already high in the sky outside. The scorching wind kept blowing into the cave. There were more than a dozen cigarette butts piled at Du Weiguo's feet.

Du Wei threw away the last cigarette butt in his hand, slowly stood up, shook his head, and laughed at himself: "Damn it, you are being hypocritical again, you really need to change this bad habit, I don't have time to be sad about the passing of time."

Having said that, he rubbed his face vigorously, cheered himself up and walked towards the cave entrance. Then he squatted at the edge of the cave and looked down at the canyon.

This ghost place, Devil Valley, is indeed a bit weird. The overall shape is a smiling arc, narrow on both sides, wide in the middle, and bottomless.

Even though it was almost noon and the sun was shining brightly, the bottom of the canyon was still dark and gloomy, with no bottom in sight.

Even with Du Weiguo's extraordinary eyesight, he couldn't see clearly.

Because the valley bottom was not only deep, but also filled with thick black fog that even blocked his vision. He had no idea how it was formed.

If there was only this strange black fog at the bottom of the valley, Du Weiguo would definitely turn around and leave without staying for even a second.

It is better to have less trouble than more. Du Weiguo is well aware of the truth that curiosity kills the cat. No matter what kind of rare treasures or natural treasures are down there, he doesn't want to care about them.

He has everything he needs now, and he's also full of shit, so he doesn't want to create any more trouble.

But unfortunately, there was not only black fog at the bottom of the valley, but also something that could arouse the "appetite" of the system space, and it was very strong. He had already sensed it when he approached the Devil's Valley.

There is nothing we can do about it. We have to do it whether we want to or not.

The "food" selected by the space is a great opportunity for him. It is always of great benefit to him and allows his strength to soar by leaps and bounds. Of course, he will not miss it.

But his enemy was beside him at the time and he couldn't take care of him.

Now that Marsal and the others are all dead, and there is nothing to worry about, we must go down and find out what happened.

"Tsk, it's fog again. I'm already traumatized. I really don't want to go down, but I have to. Damn it, it's so annoying."

After staring at the valley floor for a long time, Du Weiguo withdrew his gaze, stood up, and scratched his head in annoyance.

After standing at the entrance of the cave for a while, Du Weiguo walked into the cave. Soon, he returned carrying Masar's body.

Then he took out a few incendiary bombs, deftly pulled out the pull strings, stuffed them into Marsal's pockets, and threw his body out of the cave.

"1, 2, 3~~"

Du Weiguo stared at Masar's falling body without blinking, counting silently in his heart.

"Boom!"

It was not until 15 that a muffled sound was heard from beneath the black fog. Apparently, it had hit bottom.

However, there were only sounds, but no fire was seen. The black fog at the bottom of the valley did not fluctuate at all. It was like a black hole, swallowing everything without leaving a trace.

"Well, 15 seconds, plus or minus one second, which means the depth of the canyon is about 1200 meters."

After a quick calculation, Du Weiguo calculated the depth of the canyon through the time of free fall.

"That is to say, the height of the black fog alone is also over 500 meters. Damn, I'm afraid it's a bit difficult to deal with."

After reaching the conclusion, Du Weiguo frowned and his expression became solemn.

When he stared at the black fog at the bottom of the valley, he felt a slight stinging sensation on his scalp. It was a kind of danger perception, but not too strong.

But who is Du Weiguo?

Not to mention his other abilities, his immortality alone makes his physique as strong as steel. Not only does he possess extremely strong self-healing abilities, he is also immune to all poisons.

Now, there are actually not many scenes that still make him feel dangerous or things that threaten him.

Therefore, the thick black fog at the bottom of the valley must be fishy and must be treated with caution.

After thinking for a while, Du Weiguo stood up again and walked into the cave. This time, he first tied incendiary bombs to the bodies of Loli and Rebola and threw them out.

Then he walked over to Reina, first assessed her condition, and confirmed that she would not wake up in a short time. After giving her some salt and sugar water, he pinched her neck.

Du Weiguo's control over strength has now reached perfection. This time, without any external interference, he can keep Reina in a coma for at least another 12 hours.

In this unknown and desperate situation, ordinary people like Reina are safer in a coma than being awake.

In countless horror movies, the male protagonists are dragged down by stupid women who are courting death, and are tricked into death. Du Weiguo deeply agrees with this.

More than ten hours is enough for Du Weiguo to explore the bottom of the valley. If he hasn't come up within this time, he is probably in danger and won't be able to take care of Rena.

After dealing with these, Du Weiguo searched the cave again roughly and efficiently.

In addition to food, fresh water, radios and sleeping bags, there were some valuables in the cave. There was not much cash, but mostly gold, silver, jewelry and the like.

They should all have been looted by Damien. Among them were a few gold teeth with clotted blood on them, which were obviously pulled out from the person's mouth.

No matter how small a grasshopper is, it is still meat. In line with the principle that a thief never leaves empty-handed, Du Weiguo naturally collected all these things.

Finally, after making sure there was no danger, he put on goggles, mask, gloves, and jumped down towards the cave entrance.

"laugh!"

A few dozen meters above the black fog, the floating and sinking knife pierced into the rock wall with incredible smoothness.

Du Weiguo steadied his body as nimbly as a giant monkey. He narrowed his eyes and looked carefully at the black fog under his feet.

After observing for a while, he muttered to himself in a muffled voice:

"Fuck, this isn't fog, it's smoke, it looks like volcanic ash. Is there a crater hidden at the bottom of the valley? This is so unscientific!"

The main body of the black fog is extremely fine black stone powder, very similar to volcanic ash.

However, gaseous volcanic ash is only formed when a volcano erupts, and it is impossible for it to remain static.

In addition, if the bottom of the valley was a crater that was about to erupt, the temperature here should be extremely high. However, Du Weiguo's current body temperature felt extremely cold, only a few degrees at most.

The black fog formed by suspended volcanic ash was extremely dense, like gaseous stone. With Du Weiguo's eyesight, he could only see through a few dozen meters at most.

"Damn it! Just be quiet and stop pushing me!"

Du Weiguo suddenly cursed in a very neurotic manner.

At this moment, in his consciousness, the system space was shaking constantly, just like a child throwing a tantrum and asking for candy.

"hu~hu~"

After taking several deep breaths and preparing himself mentally, Du Weiguo put the Floating and Sinking Knife back into the space, replaced it with two Evil God Shuttles, and crawled quickly towards the black fog like a giant spider.

"Sigh~"

Although he had expected it, Du Weiguo couldn't help but shiver the moment he entered the black fog.

It was cold, not just ordinary cold, at least ten degrees below zero, and breathing was extremely difficult. The surface of the mask and goggles were almost instantly covered with a thick layer of volcanic ash.

He could only climb down while constantly cleaning his mask.

Du Weiguo was a little thankful that he wore a mask and goggles, otherwise, in just a few breaths, his lungs and respiratory tract would be filled with volcanic ash, and his glasses would be blinded.

"Damn, this is a life restricted area, what treasures can there be?"

While climbing down with difficulty, Du Weiguo complained in his heart. (End of this chapter)