The plane soon landed Afghanistan. They chose a remote place to land and finally came to a remote town. The town was very quiet, especially at night, people rarely went out.
"Why does it look like a Dead City?" At this moment, ah ze was very puzzled.
Along the way, they did not even see a single person.
"The faith of this town is the night God. Therefore, after six in the evening, most people will stay at home and no one will go out!" Commander Jiang said.
The others all made a sound. The car drove forward and arrived in front of a courtyard. When they entered, the decoration inside was very simple. Other than a bed and a table, there were only fruits on the altar and a photo.
"Is He Dead?" Mo Qiu looked at the painting. Wasn't that the drug lord?
Why was he being worshipped? In our country, only the dead are treated like this.
