Cairo, one of the oldest cities in human history, had a history of five thousand years. This was longer than the civilization history of most races in the world. The regular flooding of the Nile River created the ancient civilization of ancient Egypt, and also shaped the ancient city by the Nile River.
The unique dry climate preserved the ancient ruins of the city.
The messy roads and buildings in the city stood together with the pyramids outside the city. The old Egyptians had gone extinct, and the new masters of this ancient land were the Alamites, who held the Quran and prayed with their butts up. The Egyptian gods and the pyramids had become history.
The culture of this city was broken. This ancient civilization and history had nothing to do with its new owner. Not every civilization was like the Chinese civilization, flourishing and passing on endlessly!
Egypt outside the pyramid area was noisy, dirty, and backward. It was like a huge, chaotic, and disorderly construction site, with unfinished buildings everywhere. People here firmly believed that the continuous reproduction and prosperity of the family would constantly put forward new requirements for the family's living space, and Egypt's unique laws prevented most Egyptians from sealing the roof of their houses.
They would add one or more floors after the next generation was born … In Egypt, building a house was always in the present tense.
But it was such a Cairo that all the rich people in Africa wanted to settle down.
The rich settled in the city of Nablus next to the airport, and the poor …
These dilapidated, unfinished buildings with questionable construction quality and design were not the places where the poorest people in Egypt lived.
The real poor could only live in the City of the Dead, a place comparable to the Brazilian slums and Mumbai slums. This was the dirtiest and worst area in Egypt, a forbidden place, a shadow under the sun in Cairo, a microcosm of the darkest and most chaotic side of the city.
The City of the Dead was not an exaggeration, but a real city that belonged to the dead.
This was the cemetery of Cairo. Although modern Egyptians were Arabs, they were inevitably influenced by ancient Egyptian religion. Like the ancient Egyptians and the Chinese during the Western Han Dynasty, they had a tradition of treating the dead as if they were alive. They believed that the dead lived underground as if they were alive.
That was why the ancient Egyptians created the pyramids. During the Han Dynasty, the Chinese buried all their daily necessities with them and built huge mausoleums.
Modern Egyptians buried the dead in underground tombs, but built magnificent buildings above the tombs that looked like residences for the living.
Wealthy families would hire gravekeepers to live in these buildings and keep watch for the dead — another custom very similar to that of ancient China. But no family would be prosperous forever, so uninvited vagrants would live in these buildings and mix with the gravekeepers. This was Carlo's City of the Dead!
Strange stared at the mausoleum where the living and the dead lived together. Chen Ang asked him, "You've never been here before?"
Strange shook his head. "I've attended an academic conference in Cairo before …"
"But stayed in a magnificent hotel?" Chen Ang asked in return. "In fact, even tourists won't come here. Although this is the real specialty of Cairo, it is more representative of culture than the pyramids. Think about it, a modern pyramid where the living and the dead live together, a mixture of religion and traditional culture, a chronic disease of the modern city and a shadow under the bright light of the country. "
"But just like how the slums are also a specialty of Rio, tourists would rather dance samba than set foot in them. After all, the gangs are not particular. This is also the abandoned part of the city. "
"The rulers of the slums are the gangs!" Strange said solemnly. "Then who is the ruler of this place?"
"An even more dangerous existence!" Chen Ang sighed.
"Even the gangs are not willing to live in such an unlucky place. Apart from those who have nothing, who would want to live with the dead? The Voodoo Cult sees this place as filthy. Only the lunatics of the Voodoo Cult and the shamans are happy to live here. The Voodoo Cult has great influence in Africa. Even Egypt, a free country, has been infiltrated by the Voodoo Cult. This is the paradise of the Voodoo Cult. They believe that living on the edge of life and death allows them to communicate with the souls of the dead, making their magic even stronger. "
"Moreover, there are rich treasures buried underground here!"
"You mean … they also rob tombs?" Strange was surprised.
"What else? Why would the rich hire tomb keepers? "Chen Ang explained." The Kamar-Taj's knowledge is too old! Although there are very detailed records of magic and occult knowledge, they will not tell you that in modern Egypt, a new city of the dead that has quietly developed, there will not be records of the Voodoo Cult's movements in the new century. "
"These secret rumors are engraved in the bloodline and shadow of the city's development. Only by getting close to this place can you understand them."
"The tomb keepers hired by the rich, in addition to driving away the poor who have nothing, are also responsible for guarding the remains of their loved ones and funerary objects in the catacombs. And the Voodoo Cult happens to have their eyes on the rich resources of the corpses here, as well as the rich funerary objects that can be used as magic items and casting materials. "
"Gold, silver utensils, buried gems, and antiques!"
Walking on the empty streets, there was garbage on both sides that emitted a foul smell. The streets here were the same as other poor areas, with garbage everywhere and cats and dogs wandering around. But the streets here were more narrow and messy. There were no street signs, traffic police, or security police. The maze-like streets were empty.
The tombs in the 'City of the Dead' were built according to the style of residential houses. There were courtyards, walls, gates, houses, and tombs. Most of the houses only had one or two floors, appearing low. The walls beside the gates were engraved with the name of the tomb owner and the number of the tomb. Below the tomb were the coffins and bones.
The street signs were not the names of the house owners and the house numbers, but the names of the tomb owners and the number of the tomb.
There were about a million Egyptians living in the 'City of the Dead'.
Chen Ang stopped in front of a relatively luxurious tomb. The gaze that had been peeping at them from behind suddenly disappeared without a trace. The Voodoo Cult was a big shot here. Those who came looking for them, regardless of whether they were unlucky or not, were not people that these lowly gangs of the City of the Dead could disturb.
Strange looked at the tomb in front of him, and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I'll wait for you outside!"
"So, you don't want to go in?" Chen Ang smiled faintly. "Then guard the door, don't let him run away!"
Chen Ang knocked on the door, and a voice with a West African tribal accent asked vigilantly in English, "Who is it?"
"Master, someone introduced me to buy something from you!" Chen Ang said in a low voice.
The person inside was silent for a moment before they heard the sound of someone dawdling. The chair dragged on the ground, making a loud sound. The person moved closer to the door and said in a low voice, "Who introduced you here!"
Chen Ang's hand went through the middle of the wooden door. He punched through about three centimeters of the thick wooden door and grabbed the man's collar. He pulled the man's head over and pressed it heavily against the door. Chen Ang whispered into the man's ear, "Death introduced us here … If you don't want to die, you'd better be a good boy and open the door. My gun is stuck to the door, where your head is. If you want the bullet to go through the wooden door and through your head … Ten, nine, eight, seven … "
"I'll open it! I'll open it! "The person panicked." Don't shoot! "
Strange heard the door open with a click. He endured the discomfort and moved closer. He saw Chen Ang let go of the person's collar and slammed the door open. A skinny black man with all kinds of voodoo magic materials, bones, and magic tools taken from corpses fell to the ground and looked at the door in fear.
Chen Ang walked in with a cold face and told Strange, "Come in and close the door!"
Strange could only obey the order. He walked in reluctantly and closed the door. The tomb was very dark under his feet, and the only light source was the hole that Chen Ang had pierced through the door. Chen Ang found a place and sat down, facing the voodoo wizard's face.
He asked, "Three months ago, did someone ask you for help?"
The wizard was very frightened, but his eyes still moved slightly, as if he was looking for his gun. He said, "Sir, there are many people who ask me for help every month, I don't know who it was!"
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