The sun is shining brightly in Egypt, the yellow sand has submerged everything, and the towering pyramids are extremely majestic.

But on this pyramid, a man suddenly fell into pieces and fell from the top of the pyramid.

Rotten flesh molded onto the pyramid's face.

Death Canyon, above the canyon, seven people are staring at the darkness below.

There are men and women, and their expressions are different, but without exception, they all have indifference and coldness in their eyes.

"Eric, how long do we have to stay here?" A red-haired woman asked with a dissatisfied look.

"Alaya, are you thinking about men again?"

Sitting under a rock, a middle-aged bearded man smoking a cigar looked at the red-haired woman with some interest.

"Shut up, Deeks, I don't want to talk to you." Alaya said in disgust.

"Don't be like this Alaya, I didn't offend you, I just didn't satisfy you at night. The great Satan can prove that I have tried my best."

The sun shone on the bearded face, making his already weathered face seem even more weathered.

"Haha... pagans who believe in Satan." Alaya sneered and stopped looking at Dix.

Dix was not surprised. He seemed to have been used to it, so he just smiled and didn't take it seriously.

"Eric? You seem very uneasy?" Alaya frowned and looked at a man standing not far away.

He was wearing a coat, his face was slightly pale, and his whole body exuded a faint corpse odor.

"Well, I feel like something is about to happen. It's very dangerous and I might die. This makes me very uneasy." The man said, his face a little solemn.

Hearing this, Alaya sneered, then shook his head and said:

"Eric, stop being suspicious. You have been saying this every day for the past two months. Do you know what impact you will have if you say this?"

"There is a story in the East called Wolf, do you want me to tell it to you?"

Eric looked at Alaya, thought for a while, and sighed helplessly:

"Maybe it's my misunderstanding again."

Hearing what Eric said, the other six people shook their heads, already used to it.

"Eric, you are like this. You are too suspicious. You should vent your anger on Alaya. This will help your physical and mental health."

"Of course, Alaya may not be willing to let you vent. After all, the corpse odor on your body is too strong, and Alaya won't like it. Besides, can your thing still work?"

At this time, a man in his thirties joked with a meaningful smile on his face.

Eric tightened his windbreaker and said nothing.

"Baroque, shut up now. I don't want Eric's rotten thing to enter my body. It's so disgusting and will make me want to vomit." Alaya waved his hands with a look of disgust.

"Hahaha, Alaya, you should leave some space for Eric..."

Stab

bang, bang, bang

"Um?"

Alaya wiped the blood on her face in confusion, looked around, and then her vagina suddenly shrank to the minimum.

"No! Impossible!"

She looked at the torn corpses of her teammates and Eric's exploded head, and her mind went blank.

"Alaya! Run!"

Dix shouted to Alaya with a frightened expression, and then he ran away without looking back.

But just for a moment, with a pop, Dix's head shattered and his brains splattered everywhere.

With a plop, his headless body fell to the ground, and Alaya looked at everything in confusion.

She couldn't believe that her teammates, who were chatting, laughing and joking with her one moment, were the only ones who died the next moment.

"How is that possible! What happened!" Alaya's eyes were filled with fear, and she turned around and ran away.

Stab

A headless corpse ran towards the distance, and Alaya looked at the corpse in confusion.

It looks so familiar, oh, it turns out to be my body.

Darkness fell, Alaya was plunged into darkness, and his headless body fell to the ground.

The smell of blood filled the air, and the surrounding area fell into silence, followed by the sound of bones twisting.

A headless corpse stood up and stood there, then the second corpse, the third, the fourth... until the seventh...

The recovery of Li Gui is completed.

Paris.

In a certain opera house, a woman who was performing an opera on the stage suddenly exploded and blood spattered on the faces of the audience.

Everyone was confused for a moment, and a woman wiped the blood from her face tremblingly.

"ah!"

Screams rang out, and the noble and elegant opera house was in chaos.

In a library at Harvard University, an explosion occurred, and students who were studying quietly in the library showed doubts.

Someone curiously looked in the direction of the sound. Blood filled the air, and the classical and fragrant books were covered with blood.

A female student stared blankly at the scene in front of her. The handsome senior who had been chatting and laughing with her just now and invited her to have dinner with her.

Just exploded like that?

The girl opened her mouth in horror, but the fragments of internal organs on her lips made her subconsciously close her lips.

"ah!"

Screams erupted one after another in the library, turning the quiet library into a screaming paradise.

London.

Thames River.

Not far away, London Bridge is slowly merging. On the riverside corridor, many people are taking photos with their mobile phones.

The classical architectural complex has a strong sense of age, which is also one of the attractions for tourists.

The water of the Thames is not very clear, it can even be said to be a bit turbid.

At this moment, many people are on the riverside corridor, looking with interest at the slowly merging London Bridge.

The big bell tower next to it is very classic. A middle-aged man wearing a windbreaker is lying on the corridor by the river, quietly looking at the turbid river.

He also held a bottle of rum in his hand and drank it sip by sip, not caring about the couples taking pictures next to him.

The alcohol content of rum is very high, as you can see from the packaging, Bacardi 151 rum is 75.5% alcoholic.

But looking at the appearance of the middle-aged man, he doesn't seem to care about this either.

He looked at the turbid Thames River with cold eyes:

"It's really a leisurely time, but that's all."

The middle-aged man murmured to himself.

boom

The wine bottle fell into the river, and a couple taking pictures next to it looked forward in confusion.

Their minds were filled with blanks, and the blood stains and flesh fragments on their faces made them faint on the spot.

White brains splattered on the corridor, and the middle-aged man's headless body slowly slid into the Thames.

A splash appeared, and the turbulent river water could not cover up the terrified screams.

Today is destined to be unrest, so the people involved in formulating the Noah's Ark plan, whether they are ordinary people, ghost masters, or the head of a country.

All died suddenly today, without exception.

On the Eiffel Tower, Lin Qian flicked the ashes of his cigarette with a smile, his eyes full of disdain:

"The king's organization, several countries joining? One country's top ghost controller?"

"Haha...a joke."

Lin Qian blew out a puff of smoke, looked up at the sun, and muttered:

"The sun in foreign countries seems to be no different, but why do so many idiots like foreign countries?"

"Is it because foreign countries have a short history?"

Lin Qian was a little confused. After thinking about it, he didn't bother to dwell on these issues.

Now I still think that people who come from abroad must have had their brains pressed with a hydraulic press, otherwise they would not be so stupid.

After looking at Ye Zhen and Yang Jian, Lin Qian's eyes flickered and she thought about it and closed one eye.
To be continued...