Looking at the twelve apostles like the funny, Mu Shaoan could also understand the reason why the old fritters like them suddenly lost control.

As an irresistible existence, it takes great courage to betray the God of the Starry Sky, not to be forced to a dead end, and the Twelve Apostles will not make such a choice.

What's more, they betrayed the Great River Civilization once a long time ago, and between choosing to be humans and ghosts, they chose to be ghosts.

Now even ghosts can't do it.

Even if they are scum bastards with no lower limits, even if their strength is actually at the peak of this universe, they are still panicked like lost dogs in their hearts.

That's right, that's the twelve lost dogs.

The Great River Civilization will definitely hunt them down, and the gods of the starry sky will not let them go, so what they thought of from the beginning was not to fight back, not to pull up the banner and occupy the mountain for a vigorous duel, but to escape, to the edge of the universe, to escape to a place where no one can find it, to survive, to survive, and spend the rest of their lives.

Originally, they had succeeded, they had successfully found the emperor of the Qin Empire, and then His Majesty the Emperor with a special identity gave them a big surprise, the fragment of the Great River Ding.

Through the fragments of the Great River Ding, they carried out directional time anchor traversal, and had a trip that never looked back and never looked back, which was the result they were most satisfied with.

That's why when Mu Shao'an asked to return before, they laughed so wantonly, laughed so rampantly, and gloated so much, in their bones, the essence of their villains and scum and poor worms has always been there, their own lives have been ruined, failed, and they are happy to see everything destroyed, preferably destroyed by themselves.

However, when they themselves inadvertently mention a certain past event that has been sealed in the depths of their memories and do not want to recall, yes, at that time, they still have a fresh life, a clear goal, a bright future, they regard themselves as heroes, and they are with heroes.

Well, when they realized that a powerful anti-virus team from the Great River Civilization was actually very likely to be hiding in the Earth Civilization, it also meant that a great achievement slipped away around them.

Really, if they can't find Ascension to Sendai, they can even just report the news to the god of the starry sky, and that credit will exempt them from their dereliction of duty, they don't have to run away like lost dogs, they could have gone back and continue to be ghosts.

Unfortunately, they were all missed.

Now not only Mu Shaoan can't go back, but these villains and scum can't go back either.

"We can work together. ”

After a long time, the twelve apostles, who had quieted down, quickly exchanged glances, and then the monk solemnly mentioned it.

"Okay, but I need to share information. ”

Mu Shaoan smiled weirdly, and did not refuse, because it is better to be blocked, it is better to wait and see what happens than to fight, anyway, the chance of returning to the original world from this unknown place may only be one in a billion, and then he only needs to destroy this one in a hundred million chance.

If you can get some more secrets out of this, it will also be earned.

And the Twelve Apostles obviously knew Mu Shao'an's plans, but both sides had their own plans, so they felt sorry for each other on the surface for a while.

"Haha, I wish us a happy cooperation, now, please allow me to introduce to you, this is the patriarch of the Kunpeng clan, this is the patriarch of the Juxuan clan, and this is the patriarch of the mountain ghost clan, as you can see, they are actually all descendants of the branch of the Wu culture in the civilization fault that was lost by the Great River Civilization. ”

"But it's a pity that although we have the same language, the knowledge gap we have is different, so they can't help us much, and we can't help them too much, oh, Mr. Mu, if you don't mind, I can install a language pack for you for free, what do you think?"

The way of the monk and the ghost.

"That's very good. ”

Mu Shaoan agreed without thinking about it, although he was 100% sure that the monk would definitely do something in this language pack, after all, he was the most advanced virus agent, and he didn't hold a lot of virus program source code in his hand, so was it still called a virus agent?

But he Mu Shaoan is not a little white sheep to be slaughtered, not to mention that his current state is not poisonous at all, even his body is also a very professional anti-virus hunter.

But to Mu Shaoan's surprise, the monk didn't take out any installation compression package for Mu Shaoan to swallow, he just took out a super large headset and buckled it on his extra-large head, which was immediately different.

Not only can he understand the language of the Great River Civilization, but the words he speaks will also be translated into the Great River Language simultaneously.

It is impossible to install a virus program in such a peripheral device, what the hell is this monk doing?

Eavesdropping?

Mu Shaoan didn't take it to heart, he felt that with this translation peripheral device, he would be able to learn the language of the Great River Civilization in a month at most.

Of course, he also kept an eye on it, and did not immediately talk to the mad woman Hunter and the other two witch patriarchs.

What if the monk moves his hands and feet in the translation headset and reverses the meaning of the translation?

For example, the patriarch of the Kunpeng clan said to him, come to my house for dinner tonight, I have important things to study with you, and the translated semantics become, come to my house tonight to sleep, I will wash my white and wait for you when I am ready.

Damn, this has to be guarded against.

Because the situation has become very complicated now, he and the Twelve Apostles are both outsiders, and the mad woman is an aborigine, and they have unique advantages, so in the foreseeable future, they must enlist the support of these indigenous witches.

If Mu Shaoan made a joke one day because of this translation peripheral device, it would be more than worth the loss.

"Mu, thank you for your previous move, our Kunpeng clan will remember your kindness. ”

At this time, the patriarch of the Kunpeng clan, Lie, really spoke, and said that she was also quite smart.

But Mu Shaoan didn't answer at all, glanced at the woman, looked at her expression, and then roared, "Brother Hammer!"

Turn around and go.

I don't give the peripheral device a chance to translate at all.

Anyway, he wouldn't have communicated with these natives until he learned the language of the Great River Civilization.

As for how the twelve apostles brushed their prestige, honor, and favor during this time, he didn't care.

At this time, looking at Mu Shao'an's rumbling back, the faces of the twelve apostles were all surprised, and after a long time, the monk sighed, "Amitabha, this little bastard is really vigilant, he doesn't leave a flaw, we are defeated by him this time, we are not wronged! This is really a strong opponent." ”

"Lord Abbot, what are we going to do next?"

"There is no other way, just three things, explore this world, and then understand the history of each Wu clan, and finally brush up on prestige, brush goodwill, by the way, everyone put away the previous wanton habits, the Wu clan in this world is very powerful, and there are a lot of treasures hidden in their hands, we can't take advantage of it, because the consequences are unpredictable, then we can only take the route of brushing favor, for example, like the patriarch of the Kunpeng clan hunting, although this woman is a little ugly, but after marrying, there are many benefits, everyone works hard. ”

"No, Lord Abbot, this request is too much. ”

"Hmph, what's too much, I have a feeling that these witch clans must have the means to leave this world, but this is definitely not achieved through harsh means of extermination, although the Great River Civilization has many shortcomings, it has never lacked blood. So we have to be as warm as spring, to warm the lonely hearts of these indigenous witches, don't think I'm joking, you see, it won't be long before that little bastard will do the same, this guy, it's not easy to deal with. ”