Quick Wear: The scumbag is on the prowl, beware
Chapter 405 The Journey of Cultural Relics Home 9
After Taoist Wang "persuaded" the evil woman, he left the museum with his little apprentice.
The anxious curator finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the two people come out safely.
He asked hurriedly: "How is it? Did it succeed?"
Taoist Wang looked at him with pity: "Hurry up and have a good meal, and meet the people you want to meet. Remember to spend all your money, otherwise it will be wasted."
curator:"……"
His legs were weak: "What...what do you mean? Failed?"
Taoist Wang sighed, "If you want to blame someone, blame your Prime Minister, that stubborn guy. If he had sent the cultural relics back earlier, nothing would have happened, but he had to fight the god of death. Now you are all waiting to die."
"Death?" the curator exclaimed.
"That's right, she is not a demon, but a god, the god of death."
"She... How could she be the Grim Reaper? She doesn't have a scythe, nor does she wear a black cloak. Besides, the Grim Reaper can't speak Chinese."
In Western culture, the god of death does exist, and his black cloak and black sickle are his symbols.
Taoist Wang snorted coldly, "You are too narrow-minded. The gods also keep up with the times. What's wrong with learning Chinese? Now the whole world is learning Country Z."
"Besides, with her mysterious methods, she can kill a large number of people with one move. Who else but the God of Death can do that?"
The curator was suddenly filled with despair.
Now that the god of death has targeted it, how can the empire survive?
Alas, I shouldn’t have coveted those cultural relics.
No, he had to inform the Prime Minister immediately and send away the cultural relics as requested by the Grim Reaper. Maybe there would still be a chance of survival.
With the efforts of Taoist Wang and his disciples, the news spread quickly.
Soon, the entire population of Country Y knew the whole story.
The frightened and desperate people vented all their anger on the leadership of Country Y, with the Prime Minister bearing the brunt of the pain.
If he could have returned the cultural relics from Country Z earlier, he wouldn't have completely angered Lord Death.
During this period, they lived in fear even more than the people in a war-torn country. They dared not even close their eyes when sleeping, for fear that the house would collapse and they would not have time to escape.
Many people's families disappeared in the mushroom cloud along with the military base, not to mention those affected by the collapsed buildings.
It's all the fault of those greedy, blind idiots.
Millions of people took to the streets to cheer, and the parade continued to expand.
I have only one request, to return the cultural relics of Country Z as soon as possible.
Qi An and Fugui stood high on the clouds, looked at the grand parade below, and nodded with satisfaction.
Fugui said: "Those two young Taoist priests did a good job, and these foreign devils are also quite smart."
Qi An's lips curled up slightly: "They saved their lives."
It doesn’t matter if they don’t get the Tao, just send them to see God.
The curator finally met the Prime Minister in the hospital and told him about his death in tears.
"Mr. Prime Minister, now that the public has learned about this, the procession is getting longer and longer, and the situation is out of control."
He said carefully: "How about... just return the cultural relics of Country Z to them. They are theirs anyway and have been kept here for many years. If this continues, the Empire... the Empire will be destroyed by the God of Death."
The Prime Minister was silent for a while, then said, "I understand," and let the curator leave.
After they left, the Prime Minister's shoulders slumped and he looked twenty years older.
He has long regretted it.
In the beginning, he refused to return the money just to save face, but now, not to mention face, he has lost even his integrity.
Those treasures in Country Z are valuable, but their losses these days are more than ten or even a hundred times the value of those cultural relics.
Especially the disappeared military bases, every soldier was a treasure of the empire, and they were all gone with a mushroom cloud.
Cabinet ministers suffered heavy casualties, the people were filled with resentment, and other countries were eyeing them covetously.
When the Prime Minister thought about this, he regretted it so much.
If he had known this, he would have sung and danced, and sent off the cultural relics with drums and gongs as soon as the woman made the request.
Hopefully it’s not too late.
The Prime Minister made up his mind, summoned the remaining cabinet ministers, and headed straight to the museum.
There were parades all along the way, and people who recognized the Prime Minister's car stared at him with angry eyes.
If it weren't for the new team of bodyguards at gunpoint, he wouldn't have been able to get to the museum.
At this time, a large number of people from country Y gathered in front of the museum.
They knelt down devoutly as if they were treating God, begging the God of Death to have mercy on them.
Qi An stood above the museum in a red dress, her black hair flying. Combined with her domineering and fierce temperament, she really looked a bit like the god of death.
Taoist Wang and his apprentice stood in the distance, excitedly recording a short video.
Taoist Wang was very excited: "Disciple, we are going to witness a great moment in history."
The young apprentice was even more excited: "And we participated in it, and I also contributed a little, so excited."
"Don't shake your hands, take the photo carefully, and make sure to take a clear photo of the foreigner's cowardly face. Then upload it to our domestic website and make our family happy."
"Okay, I cleared the memory."
The Prime Minister walked to the front of the crowd with difficulty, leaning on a crutch, with the translator following him.
In fact, the Prime Minister did not believe in the Grim Reaper, nor did he think that the woman was the legendary Grim Reaper.
But no matter who she is, she is an existence that the empire cannot defeat or provoke.
The winner takes it all, and the loser can only accept defeat.
The Prime Minister endured the humiliation and bowed deeply in the direction of Qi An: "Country Y is willing to return all cultural relics of Country Z free of charge."
The cabinet ministers behind him also bowed and said in unison: "Country Y is willing to return all cultural relics of Country Z free of charge."
Fugui sneered: "It would have been better if you had done this earlier. You have to be so rude, you cheap bastard."
Qi An chuckled and said slowly: "At first I just wanted you to return it, but now, my request has changed."
The curator in the crowd: “…”
He is familiar with this routine.
Need to pay more.
Under the Prime Minister's anxious gaze, Qi An said: "First, I want the entire country of Y to kneel down and apologize."
The Prime Minister and the cabinet members' eyes twitched. Bending in front of tens of millions of people was already humble enough. If they knelt...
Qi An sneered, clenched his five fingers, and a mushroom cloud rose again in the distance.
The people were so frightened that they covered their heads and screamed. The prime minister and cabinet ministers trembled all over and their knees went weak immediately.
Just as he was about to kneel, Qi An suddenly stopped him: "Wait."
She raised her hand, the museum's dome cracked, and the entire exhibition hall 33 broke out of the roof and appeared next to Qi An.
Those were all the looted cultural relics from Country Z. For the first time in over a hundred years, they were out of their cages and breathed the air of freedom.
The artifacts still looked their original form, but their souls were staring intently downwards, waiting silently.
It's been over a hundred years, and they need an apology.
Qi An pointed at the cultural relics, looked down, and said coldly: "Kneel down and apologize."
Her voice spread throughout Country Y, and all the people of Country Y knelt down devoutly.
Then the cabinet ministers knelt down, and then the prime minister.
Qi An looked towards the royal castle in the distance and snorted coldly. All the royal family members of Country Y lost control, their knees softened, and they knelt down in the direction of the cultural relics.
The whole country knelt down, bowed their heads deeply to the cultural relics, and uttered the belated "I'm sorry".
"sorry."
"sorry."
"sorry."
……
Taoist Wang muttered to himself, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long."
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