"West, write a rule for me when we go back. We'll do everything according to the rules. The first rule is to listen to the president's orders unconditionally."
Everyone was speechless. Did he have to say it so openly to give himself power?
If he said it in private, we wouldn't be able to say anything even if we knew.
Even if you said it in front of us, we wouldn't dare to say anything.
But they felt uncomfortable holding it in.
What did it feel like to have more than 100 evil spirits in the minibus?
Spirit bodies didn't have physical bodies, but more than 100 evil spirits were still there.
It still made people feel terrified.
"Does our society have a place to hold so many evil spirits?"
"We have money now," West said, his cheeks rosy. "Change places?"
"Change places? Did I agree? " Chen Zhao glared at him. "You want to change places now that you have some money? Do you think the society is your home?"
"Uh … Sorry, President. I didn't think it through."
"I'll let it go this time. Remember to report to me next time."
Chen Zhao had had enough of that street. It was an insult to his identity as the president.
If people asked who he was in the future, he'd say he was the president of the Supernatural Organization.
Where would he work? In the slums.
He didn't want to lose face.
"President, what are the requirements for our new headquarters?"
"First, it has to be big enough to hold at least so many non-staff members."
"There has to be a kitchen," Jocelyn Nash cut in from the front seat.
"A bathroom," Baliya said.
Everyone looked at Baliya. They'd all seen Baliya strip … No, it was a war dance.
They couldn't think too much … They couldn't think too much.
"An amusement park," Mor said.
"Rejected," Chen Zhao said without hesitation. "How old are you? You still want a playground?"
"Rejected," West said. "At most, we'll give you a seesaw."
"Alright, inform me as soon as the headquarters have made their decision."
Chen Zhao looked at Pamela. "Pamela, you'll be an official member of the Supernatural Organization in the future too. Help me look after them. If anyone causes trouble, tell me."
Pamela was a spirit, but her power and knowledge of magic were definitely the highest in the organization.
If she became an official member, she'd help manage the evil spirits.
These ferocious evil spirits were like little lambs before Chen Zhao.
But in front of other members of the Supernatural Organization, he might not be so obedient.
Chen Zhao couldn't watch these evil spirits every day.
So, with Pamela watching over them, at least there wouldn't be too much trouble.
Pamela had no choice but to agree because of Chen Zhao's power.
If she said no, Chen Zhao might slap her to the wall.
He didn't have a deep friendship with him.
…
Although the lines and paint were so rough, the murals were simple and unadorned.
But what was recorded on it was a story, a piece of history.
"This relic is really worth the trip." The professor's gloved palm gently touched the mural.
Fannity, on the other hand, wasn't too interested in the murals in the ruins.
This relic was a semi-public relic. It wasn't completely open to the public, but it didn't prohibit exploration teams or research teams from coming here.
Fannity walked deeper into the ruins.
Suddenly, an abrupt voice sounded.
It was the laughter of a child.
In a ruin like this, a child's voice should not be heard.
But Fannity heard it very clearly.
She didn't think that she was hallucinating.
But when she turned around, she didn't see any child.
In the distance, the team members were still taking pictures and inspecting the murals on the wall.
Fannity's eyes flashed. She looked back at the deep tunnel.
From the information she'd received, this relic had been completely explored.
Many teams had come before and after. There was basically no corner that was missed.
Many teams had come before and after, so there was basically no corner that had been missed.
Fannity still felt a mysterious aura lingering here.
Fannity still felt a mysterious aura lingering around this place.
Suddenly, Fannity's phone rang.
Suddenly, Fannity's phone rang.
The sudden ringing of a cell phone startled everyone in the ruins.
Fannity picked up. "Hello, is this Ms. Fannity?"
"Yes, it's me."
"Professor Peters asked me to send you a document. Can you give me your email address?"
"Oh, sure. Where's Professor Peters?"
"He went out to sea."
"Out to sea? For what? "
Fannity was confused. Professor Peters had worked with her for many years.
He'd come to this relic before too. Then, he kept encouraging her to come and see. Maybe she'd find something special.
Now, Fannity was here, but Professor Peters went out to sea.
Didn't Professor Peters dislike going out to sea?
Why did he go out to sea?
"Sorry, I don't know. I'm just his student. But Professor Peters said that Ms. Fannity will understand."
"I will understand? Understand what? "
Fannity was confused. After hanging up the call with Professor Peters' student, Fannity looked at Fannity.
Fannity received the information Professor Peters gave her.
She opened it and glanced. Why were they all pictures of this relic?
What was this for?
"Mr. Sterling, can you come here for a moment?"
Sterling was also one of the most knowledgeable scholars in her team.
"A friend of mine sent this to me. Can you help me see what it means?"
Sterling took the phone. "Is it a picture of this place?"
"Yes."
"I think it's this one?" Sterling compared it to the inside of the relic. "This picture is a bit strange. More accurately, it's the painting in this picture."
"What's strange?"
"In the records of the Inca civilization, they believe in the sun and the sky. So, most of their paintings look up at the sky and the sun. But look at this painting …"
Sterling pointed at the painting on the wall. "This tall man's eyes are facing the ground."
"The Inca paintings don't look at the opposite side at all?"
"Yes, but it's rare. But facing the ground means death. If the person in the painting is facing the ground, it means he's about to die."
"I still don't understand. What's strange about this painting? It means death. Why not?"
"Ms. Fannity, look at this row of paintings. This person is like a warrior in a fairy tale. He accepted three missions: killing a man-eating wolf, subduing a giant crocodile in the water, and defeating a bear king in the forest. He's walking the path of a king. The path of a king also means glory. When he's crowned, he should look up at the sky. The Inca king wouldn't lower his head to death, but when he's crowned, he looks down at the ground."
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