People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

Snowwell-Milden immediately identified the large tree in the picture as the black tree from the Black Barrier tribe... because the roots were almost identical, not only very lush, but also with tumors growing on each root, which looked disgusting.

Once he confirmed it was the same tree, Snowwell Milden immediately became extremely attentive and began to examine it intently.

Before long, with the help of experts, Snowwell Milden roughly figured out what kind of story was depicted on the entire wall.

The story goes that many, many years ago, the owner of this pyramid, the Pharaoh, accidentally discovered a deep pit somewhere in Egypt.

The Pharaoh led his slaves down to explore, and they explored very deep into the earth, where they discovered a very strange black tree growing underground.

There were also many strange people around the black tree.

The Pharaoh, accompanied by slaves, slaughtered the strange beings, only to discover that they merely resembled humans, not being truly human...

The Pharaoh concluded that the strange men were demons, so after slaughtering them, he ordered his slaves to destroy the evil black tree.

The slaves swarmed forward, grabbing their weapons and beginning to cut down the black tree.

As a result, it didn't take long before the black tree suddenly moved, its countless branches twisting and turning, and it seized one slave after another with lightning speed.

At the time, no one expected such a bizarre thing to happen, and the situation was extremely chaotic.

Then, the Pharaoh, being the Pharaoh he was, quickly calmed down and ordered the slaves who hadn't been captured to continue fighting.

In those days, slaves were worthless.

Forced by the Pharaoh's authority, the slaves fought bravely against the Black Tree.

It didn't take too long.

Suddenly, the black tree blossomed, and then quickly bore fruit... those fruits grew every second, and in the blink of an eye, they grew into those strange creatures.

Then, a large number of strange beings fell from the trees and attacked the Pharaoh's group.

Once the Pharaoh was certain that the black tree was the embodiment of evil, he immediately chose to retreat. Afterward, he quickly assembled his army and launched a counterattack.

Unexpectedly, when they returned, they found that the strange people and the black tree had disappeared, leaving only a bottomless hole underground.

The fact is obvious: the black tree has left the ground.

Faced with this fact, Pharaoh refused to give up and immediately sent slaves down to find the tree.

In addition, the Pharaoh suspected that the large hole connected to hell.

The slaves thought the same thing and dared not go down. Unfortunately, as the saying goes, slaves have no choice.

For a period of time afterward, many slaves went down into that big hole, and none of them ever came back.

The Pharaoh persisted for a while, but had no choice but to give up and seal the hole to prevent the evil black tree from returning.

The black tree never reappeared.

The pharaoh remembered this event clearly until his death, and he had it depicted in the pyramid.

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Snowwell Milden fell into deep thought as he stared at the mural on the wall.

This story, well, didn't surprise Snowwell Milden much, nor did it answer many of his questions.

I can only say that it answered some of the questions.

For example, black trees are indeed not plants; they can move. And for example, the way those strange people are formed.

That's all.

Snowwell Milden didn't see the evil girl in the mural... Was it because there wasn't an evil girl back then?

Or is there some other situation?

After a brief moment of silent thought, Snowfield Milden snapped out of it and asked the expert beside him, "Is that all? Is there anything else?"

The expert shook his head, indicating no.

At this point, Stilwell, who disliked beating around the bush, spoke up and asked, "Do you know where the big hole that this Pharaoh sealed is?"

The expert paused for a moment, then said uncertainly, "We've worked with many experts for a long time and found a location, but we can't be completely certain."

"After all, thousands of years have passed, and the world has changed a lot."

Snowwell Milden understood and nodded. "Take us there later. Also, since you discovered these murals, you must have done some research and discussion on the trees in them, right?"

The expert nodded. "That's natural."

"And then?" Snowwell Milden asked.

"So far, our idea is that this tree is a very peculiar creature from ancient times, which may have always been underground and never come to the surface."

"Our technological development is only a matter of the last few hundred years. Before that, we had almost no exploration of the underground."

"We also believe that this tree is conscious, but its consciousness is different from what we humans think it is."

"..."

The expert launched into a long explanation.

Snowwell Milden listened patiently and quietly, then realized that the expert had missed a piece of information, so he asked, "Since it is a living organism, it must need to eat and drink. What do you think it eats and drinks to maintain its survival?"

The expert shook his head decisively, "I really don't know about that. I just can't figure it out. This might be another area that we humans don't understand at all yet."

Well, it's pointless to ask.

Snowwell Milden didn't ask any more questions. After thinking about it, he figured it wouldn't hurt to take a little more time and decided to examine the pyramid carefully.

Time flies.

Leaving the pyramids, the group, led by experts, headed to the place where the large hole might exist.

We've arrived at our destination...

Pointing to an ancient temple, the expert told Snowwell-Milden, "After research and discussion, we suspect that the sealed hole is located beneath that temple."

After a pause, the expert added, "Mr. Milden, do you want to go down?"

“Of course,” Snowwell Milden replied calmly.

"This will probably require coordinating a lot of people and will take time. Besides, even if we can find a way down, it will probably be extremely dangerous down there..." the expert said very seriously.

Snowwell Milden chuckled. "No need to worry, and no need for coordination. There's a madman who can easily solve these problems."

expert:"????"

Snowwell Milden didn't say anything more, and simply took out his satellite phone and called Ding Ze.

Ding Ze is living a leisurely life in Miami... That's not entirely accurate, because Ding Ze is also studying some religious legends at the same time.

The phone rings.

Ding Ze answered the phone.

“Mr. Ding, we’ve made a discovery in Egypt and need you to bring some men over,” Snowwell-Milden said directly, cutting to the chase. (End of Chapter)

Chapter 525 Another Underground Cave

Miami, America.

After listening to what Snowwell Milden had to say, Ding Ze smiled.

Well, I'm just idling around anyway, and I've been idle for long enough, so I might as well go have some fun.

“Okay, I’ll be leaving in a bit,” Ding Ze agreed readily with a smile. After finishing the call, he called his subordinates to arrange the itinerary.

Time flies.

About an hour later, Ding Ze, along with Janet and a group of employees, boarded the plane. The plane then took off and flew towards Egypt.

This journey is quite long.

Ding Ze boarded the plane, lay down immediately, closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.

I woke up from a nap, and it was almost time.

After the plane landed, Ding Ze and his group eventually met up with Snowwell Milden and others.

Ding Ze was quite happy to see the interesting Elder Stilwell again, and promptly joked around with him for a few moments.

While waiting for Ding Ze to arrive, Snowwell Milden wasn't actually completely idle; he was waiting for Ding Ze to come and handle the issues.

Snowwell Milden contacted some important figures in Egypt and, after a little persuasion, managed to create an emergency situation at the temple.

With this emergency situation in place, they can now operate openly and legitimately.

"Mr. Ding, shall we rest for the night and proceed tomorrow, or shall we go now?" After exchanging a few pleasantries, Snowwell Milden asked Ding Ze.

Ding Ze slept well on the plane and was full of energy. He wasn't sleepy at all, so he didn't dawdle. "Let's go straight there and finish this quickly so we can call it a day."

Snowwell Milden smiled slightly upon hearing this and said, "Okay."

Once everyone reached a consensus, they didn't delay and quickly moved in, one after another, into the temple... Of course, all the equipment was already prepared.

Egyptian temples are quite unique.

Ding Ze had never been here before, so after entering, he put on a cigarette and looked around curiously.

Janet had been to Egypt many times, so she was quite calm.

Inside the temple.