Most of the children of herdsmen grew up on horses.
Even though Little Curly was only nine years old at the time, he was already quite skilled in equestrian skills.
We whipped our horses and galloped all the way over the mountains and ridges.
The surrounding scenery was ups and downs.
When we passed through the swamp, the horse's posture sometimes went up and sometimes down, which really made me sweat.
Not far from the holy spring, horses can no longer pass.
There are strange branches growing in front of them.
It is strange to say that after passing through the strange forest and approaching the holy spring, the trees are tall and tall, and a road emerges in the middle.
Suddenly, it becomes clear, but It is not laid manually.
We let the horses out to graze, and then walked there for more than two hours.
The Holy Spring is a spring with a diameter of about half a meter.
The water is extremely clear.
The most interesting thing is that when you make a sound, the spring in the spring The water will create waves and be crystal clear.
As the frequency of the sound increases, the water splash will speed up or slow down, which is very magical.
In the eyes of the locals, the spring here is sacred, and the surrounding trees are also covered with small signs for people to make wishes.
It's just that no matter how sacred the holy spring is in the minds of the locals, there has never been any legend of rejuvenation, otherwise old Elken would not have gone down to take a cold bath early.
I told everyone the story of my time in Kanas as an after-dinner entertainment.
The fat man teased me and said, "I never thought you were young, Lao Hu, and you were quite ambitious back then."
I was about to refute him, but from afar Suddenly I saw Bald Lao, who had been chatting with the old chief in the big tent, suddenly walked out with a sad face.
I rarely see him with an expression on his face, thinking something big might have happened.
Bald Lao walked to the bonfire, sat cross-legged, and said to us: "Sima Xian's team has probably run ahead of us."
Hearing what he said, the mood of several of us instantly became tense.
The little bastard took the lead and asked: "Didn't we just fight with his men when we were in Cusco?
No matter what, it is impossible to be faster than us.
Where did you hear the news?"
"You can't be wrong.
I just wanted to ask the chief for a native who can speak Spanish as a guide.
He told me that the only person in the village who can speak a foreign language is a hunter named Yadong.
Yadong is responsible for the village's foreign trade.
Every month, he takes the prey hunted by the villagers to the town in exchange for daily necessities.
When there is a big festival, he rides a donkey to a big town farther away to sell the handicrafts made by women to tourists.
Crafts, so Yadong can speak some Spanish and English.
But three days ago, an Asian woman came to Titama Village with a few white people and paid a high price to hire a guide.
She said she was a reporter from a magazine.
I wanted to go to the jungle to shoot some material.
Yadong asked the chief for leave to make some extra money.
Unexpectedly, he hasn’t come back after three days, and his wife and children are almost going crazy.”
When I first heard the words "Asian woman", my heart skipped a beat, but then I thought about it, Shiry Yang left in a very hurry, and there was no one accompanying her.
Besides, if she had time to hire a guide, why wouldn't she leave us a clue?
This Asian woman who claims to be a reporter is most likely the draftsman from the Academy of Sciences mentioned by Jiang Ping, the only female member of Zhuganzi's group.
If it was really her, then the bamboo pole team must have been divided into two teams.
One team was led by the big black man to do the interception mission in Cusco, and the other team was led by the draftsman and went deep into the Amazon before us.
In the rainforest.
I felt that this clue was unusual and worthy of in-depth investigation, so I went to the red-haired chief's tent with Bald Lao again to verify it.
When we entered, the old chief was holding the knot around his waist and thinking about something.
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Kneeling next to him was an Indian boy of fifteen or sixteen years old, with an eager look on his face.
Bald Lao pulled me to sit aside and whispered: "Chipu Kamaya is using knots to divine fortune for this young man.
Let's talk about it later."
Because it was getting late, the natives put torches on the pillars around the big tent.
Chief Kamaya sat on a felt sewn with jaguar skins, fumbling with the knots and speaking in a way that I couldn't understand.
What was the language telling the Indian boy?
I asked Bald Lao about the content of the divination, and he said he didn’t understand it very well.
The general meaning was that the boy’s family would suffer.
Sure enough, the young man's face slowly showed an anxious and lost look.
I think nine of the ten hexagrams are deceitful.
If everything can be predicted, then what’s the point of living in this world?
Bald Lao said to me: "The Inca people believed in divination very much.
It is said that before the Spanish invaded the Inca, the wizard once saw the sun surrounded by three layers of strange circles.
At that time, the whole country was in panic.
So after the Spanish invaders came to the Inca, some people For a long time, he was worshiped as a god to save the country from crisis.”
I sighed: "This is the evil result of feudal superstition.
The simple Inca people must not have thought that the seemingly friendly alien gods are just invaders equipped with modern weapons.
They are not here to rescue the Inca people from the crisis.
It’s about grabbing gold and land.”
I don’t know what the red-haired chief said, but the Indian boy suddenly started arguing with him fiercely.
They spoke so fast that Bald Lao had no time to understand, let alone translate it to me.
I saw the Indian boy standing up dancing and pointing outside, not knowing what he was talking about.
The old chief explained to him calmly, not wanting the boy to become more and more anxious as he spoke, and finally simply stamped his feet and rushed out of the big tent. .
I thought to myself that this damn boy is not big and has a bad temper.
He actually dares to play tricks with the tribal chief in front of the guests.
He will definitely get a spanking if he turns around.
I just don’t know if the Indians have a minor protection law.
Don’t do it if you turn around.
It's only when a good girl is beaten that she becomes stupid.
Chief Kamaya did not hold the boy responsible.
He looked at us as if nothing had happened.
Bald Lao and I saluted the chief, and then got straight to the point and asked about the guide named Yadong and the Asian female reporter.
From the memories of the red-haired chief, we know some of the physical characteristics of the Asian woman.
She is about 1.7 meters tall, with short black ear-length hair and a baby head.
This is obviously not Shiry Yang's style, let alone the petite draftsman I met at the Shanghai airport.
There were six people in her team, and besides her, there were three white men and two Peruvian locals.
They carried large lighting equipment and an amphibious off-road vehicle.
After hearing the chief's description, Bald Lao breathed a sigh of relief: "It seems like they don't look like Sima Xian's men.
I was just too worried."
I said: "It's always good to think a little more, so as not to be caught off guard when we get inside.
Since there is no guide, we can only mark the route as clearly as possible before entering the jungle.
Now that we have the opportunity, it is better to ask the chief directly."
Lao conveyed my intention to the chief, and the old man said ok to me with a smile.
I took out the map I had reorganized beforehand and asked Chief Kamaya for directions.
Wearing reading glasses, he only glanced at us and waved directly to us.
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Tuduo hurriedly asked him what was going on.
The two negotiated for a while.
Tuduo explained to me with a sad face: "He said that the place we are going to is on the other side of the Devil's Bridge.
There are only local indigenous people living in the interior of the Amazon Plain."
Only then did they know the road.
The activities of the people in Titama Village are limited to the outside of the river beach, and they cannot go deep into the rainforest.
I don’t understand.
There is no way to give us a detailed route.
He also said that Devil’s Bridge is the hometown of the devil.
It is full of dangers and is said to be infested by cannibals.
"Seeing that the night is getting dark. , it is not convenient for us to continue to disturb the old chief's rest, so we can only say goodbye.
We were rejected by Chief Kamaya and felt very disappointed.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he opened the tent door curtain, a small black hand stretched out from the side.
A closer look revealed that it was the young man who had an argument with the old chief in the tent before.
It turned out that he had not gone far just now, but was hiding in the firewood pile next to the tent and eavesdropping on the conversation between us and the chief.
He took us to a secluded place and chatted to Bald Lao with a very anxious expression.
I asked Tuduo what the child said, and he couldn't restrain his excitement and said to me: "This child knows the way to Devil's Bridge, and he said he is willing to be our guide."
I heard it very strange.
The old chief clearly said that no one in the village had been to the other side of the Devil's Bridge.
The young man in front of me looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.
Could it be that he was more knowledgeable than Chief Kamaya who had lived a long time?
Or, if what this little Douding said is true, So why did the old chief lie to us, saying that no one in the village knew the way to Devil's Bridge?
Is there a hidden secret in this?
I couldn't tell at the moment, so he brought Xiao Douding to the house of a few of us.
In the thatched hut, let him sit down and talk slowly.
Unexpectedly, this conversation revealed many truths that Chief Kamaya had deliberately hidden
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