Super Trick or Treat System

…"Then you will understand: Princess Yasminie and Gray Mahatma are the two keys. The government dare not arrest anyone because it will anger the mob. There are too many now. I have no right to play this game. I have joined. To support the company to support what I want to do; I want to be clear about this, as long as Li Bai is united, I will make you full of confidence. I hope I absolutely let it go."

"Okay," I said. He spent two hours showing me the full picture of the Indian conspiracy, including dozens of purely factual statements, that is, no one among the millionaires would believe that if they were left out.

Finally, he said: “So, you know, if there is any breathing method in other parts of the world, then it needs to be checked in a non-disturbing manner. If you do not object, Li Huai will leave Mumbai tonight. Then start work. "

After some hot days and suffocating nights, Arthur and I arrived at a city in Punjab, which had 9 names in history. It is located on a wide winding river, and since people have fought for the common heritage, the flood has changed the landmark every year.

This huge city wall, which **** and sweeps along the bottom of the river, exceeds one third of the entire circumference of the city. It must be repaired through endless labor, but with compensation. Powerful active guards provide privacy for many palaces and temples and the burning Western Ghats.

The violent destruction of progress left the city almost unchanged. There is a red steel railway bridge, but the same frame carries a block road.

From the north end of the bridge to the market, the main street is roughly parallel to the waterfront. The trees are arched on it like the roof of the cathedral. Through the huge branches, the sunlight turns everything below into gold. Therefore, even the pious sacred monkey can obtain alternative beauty, and the scavenger mongrel catches it. , Falling asleep, and suffering in the halo.

There are modern signs, such as the post office and some telegraph lines with a thousand birds of colors hanging on them. They are amazed and hidden in the busiest maze in the city, less than four hundred yards from the west wall. Sikh Pharmacy Office.

Mulji Singh takes life seriously, which is a hard thing, while the common people turn a blind eye to being an apostle of simple hygiene, but he insists.

The king's specialty is to use unconsidered trivia and misunderstood Babs.

When Li Huai searched for Mulji Singh together and found him on a backstreet, the king was dressed as a local, where there were a hundred yards of low caste and a list of scraps with nothing.

Of course, what Mulji Singh has within reach is the gossip of the city. When he finally closed the office, Li Bai walked into the room to sit with him. He let go of his tongue. If Kings did not control the information exchange between the channels, he would tell Li Bai everything he knew.

"Yes, they said that Mahatma was a very holy man, and he performed miracles. Sometimes he sat under a tree next to the burning Western Ghats, but at night, he went to the Tilsenker Temple No one dared to follow him, even though they sat outside in the crowd watching him come and go. The common rumor is that he forgot his body in the crypt of the Temple of Tiseuk at night, and then flew to heaven, where He strengthened himself with fresh magic. But I know where he goes at night. Suddenly a one-leg sweeper cleaned the panther’s cage. The panther grabbed the other leg. He slept in the cage next to the leopard. Putting the leopard on the intruder is part of his duty. Whenever a stranger appears at night, they must warn the one-legged companion not to tear it to pieces. Night after night he is warned. Night falls, this saint Xiong comes to heaven to spend time! Some places have less palaces for her than heaven."

"Is he your only informant?" Jin demanded.

"Yes, this earl. But there is another one. When they put down the trapdoor in that Tiseok temple, one foot was caught between stones and stones. He wanted the Tiserk to heal him. He said too much knowledge about things they said had nothing to do with him. He said that the trapdoor leads to a passage that leads under the wall, leads to one room, and another Panmen entered the building from the room. She was a black panther's cage and the stone hit the palace. Moreover, he also said that the mahatma went to her palace at night."

"Does she have any story?" Jin asked.

"Thousand, sir! But no two agreed. It is understood that Raj, who fouled her down to some extent, asked her to come to this place. She came when I was here. She has a family of hundreds. The women’s is, sir! She ordered her servants to be docile and harmless, so when they moved in there was no more than a civil fight between them and the city who thought they had more rights on the street there was a yellow The demonic northern demon was marshaling the service staff. He was guarding the gate of her palace. He guarded it well. No one broke in."

"Besides Mahatma, what other tourists does she receive?"

"Many people, Sahib, although few people enter through the front door. There are legends that someone was pulled by a rope on a boat in the river."

"Is there any news about why they are coming?"

"Sahab, these two children weave what she does. Each story has a different story. They call her the Queen of Hidden Art. They say she knows all the secrets of the priest, and she can't do anything because everyone God loves her, so he intercedes with her."

"How about this Tirsenk Temple? Who will control it?"

"No one knows this. Its talent is so high that the priests despise the gifts of men. In that place, no one is encouraged to worship. When the ancient Tirsenaks went abroad, they were in this city Did not deal with anyone that anyone knew."

"Are you sure they are angerers?" Jin asked.

"Saib, I don't know anything. Because I know they are demons, otherwise everything!"

Jin gave him a small amount of money, and Li Huai walked to the burning Western Ghats, where there was only an unpleasant smell, and some old people used rakes to gather the ashes. But outside the Western Ghats, a golden tree cast a wide shadow across the road, and a large group of people stood in a circle, standing beside an absolutely naked, ashes-filled religious fanatic.

The fanatic seemed to confuse the crowd because he didn't curse and bless him on the timetable that he deserved, and gave extraordinary answers to the simplest questions, and would not admit any problems unless it suits him.

Kim and I haven't been here for a minute, and someone asked him about Princess Yasminie.

"Aha! The person staring at the fire will burn his eyes! Burnt eyes are less useful than useless eyes!"

Some laughed, but not a lot. Most of them seem to think that there is deep wisdom in his answer, which is worth pondering, which undoubtedly exists. Then, a man on the edge of the crowd was far away from me, dressed in a humorist style, and asked him about me.

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