As if to confirm my conjecture, he smiled evilly, raised the golden ax high with one hand, tore off my coat with the other, and struck down on my chest with a gesture.
Seeing a flash of golden light, the famous saying "A loyal heart illuminates the red flag, leaving behind the liver and gallbladder revolution" came to my mind.
The people of Kerimo held a grand sacrificial event and wanted to use my thorn in their side as firewood to sacrifice to the heavens.
But Chief Mask had an old grudge with me.
Before the execution, he wanted to use a golden ax to take out my heart and soul.
Vent anger.
I thought to myself that since I was going to die, I had to die in a more glorious and solemn way, like a real man, so I simply stared directly at the atrocities of the masked chief with my eyes wide open.
Unexpectedly, the golden ax cut halfway and stopped abruptly on my chest, never getting any closer.
I said it was strange, if this Indian brother hadn't changed his gender, or I, Hu Bayi, had some adventure and unknowingly developed copper skin and iron bones, which could not even be broken by a sharp golden ax.
Even thinking about it, I knew it couldn't be the latter.
If that were the case, why would I just go to Zhongnanhai as a bodyguard?
But if it’s the former, then why did this chief who wanted to tear me apart a second ago change his mind and not kill me in an instant?
The masked chief stared at my chest for a long time, and finally screamed and knelt down on me, shouting "Oulabeng, Eulabeng" and kept kowtowing.
As soon as the other savages heard his shout, they immediately imitated his example and worshiped me devoutly.
I felt so depressed that I lowered my head and looked at my chest to see if Chairman Mao was secretly helping me and carving me a death-free medal or something.
But my chest is empty, not a hair more nor a piece of flesh missing.
Only the gold-touching talisman he had taken from the fat man was swinging around his neck.
It’s impossible for these barbarians in the Amazon jungle to recognize the amulet that we touched Captain Jin.
Are they all descendants of Zongzi Zombies?
But there was nothing special except the golden talisman on my chest.
It would be a bit outrageous to say that they were suddenly impressed by my heroic spirit of disregarding death.
The chief looked up at me again, his eyes full of fear and awe.
Fatty and the others were originally tied under the big rock on one side, but they were also confused by this sudden reversal.
The fat man twisted his extremely strong tied body and shouted to me: "Old Hu, what's going on with you over there?
Why are these idiots trying to beat you to the ground?"
I smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I don't know what song they are singing about."
"Then you should show them some dignity and let us go first."
Only then did I remember that I was still hanging in the air, so I deliberately made a serious face and glanced at the chief who was kneeling in front of the giant tree.
The chief glanced at me in fear, immediately got up from the ground, lowered his head and untied the rope for me.
As soon as I landed, I kicked him hard on the butt.
Then he took the golden ax from his hand and quickly walked to the big rock to loosen the bonds of Fatty, Four Eyes and Young Master Wang.
The Cremo natives have been following me, hunched over and looking surprisingly respectful.
The fat man shook off the broken rope and moved his wrist: "Old Hu, when did you liberate South America?
Why didn't you say something earlier?"
I explained: "What an injustice through the ages.
How could I know why they were kneeling and worshiping?"
I took off the gold-touching talisman and handed it to the fat man, "In my opinion, they are afraid of you, the gold-touching talisman." ” The fat man took it dubiously and hung it up: "No way, the savages are not transformed from pangolins, so what's the taboo about touching gold talismans?"
As soon as he hung up the gold-touching charm, the masked chief ran up from behind me.
This time he didn't even look at me and just gave the fat man a big salute.
Qin Siyan took out the firearm from our tent, and was made uncomfortable by the Kremo barbarians kneeling in a ball.
After he listened to my description of the sacrificial process, he said with certainty: "I agree with the shopkeeper.
It is this gold-touching talisman that the Cremo people worship.
They must have some connection with the legendary gold-touching captain." " Wang Qingzheng didn't care about this.
He picked up the pistol left by Bald Ladle and grabbed the chief: "I ask you, where is the bald guy with us, the guy with the injured head, where is he?
Where are you going to take him?"
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" Naturally, the native could not understand the Chinese he spoke, so he kept shaking his head and protecting his head with both hands.
Qin Siyan explained to him successively in Spanish and Quechua, which he was learning and selling now.
They finally understood what "big bald head" meant.
A dark little Indian warrior pointed at the woods at the foot of the mountain and made gestures, which roughly meant that the vicious bald man had been carried down the mountain to feed the wild animals a long time ago.
Wang Qingzheng slapped him on the spot and almost shot the chief to death.
I stopped him and said, "It won't help you killing people now.
It's better to let them lead the way and find Liu Meng first."
Siyan thought more carefully than I did.
He said, "Just find two natives to lead the way.
Mr.
Wang and I will go there.
Shopkeeper, you have to stay here to find out what happened in Qingchu.
In addition, you have to be careful about Lin Fang.
This woman is very cunning, and we still don’t know her true identity, so we have to be careful.”
Qin Siyan and Wang Shao took two Cremo wild men who knew the way down the mountain to find Liu Meng's whereabouts.
Fatty and I stayed in Malik's lair and asked the masked chief about the whole story.
However, we didn't understand each other in the same language, so we had to make gestures and compete in charades.
After a long time, I didn't understand a single word, and Menhuo was really suffocating.
Fatty and I were so depressed that we couldn't help but speak louder.
The masked chief seemed to be afraid of offending us, and kept standing on the edge in fear.
At this time, a panicked native slowly approached us from the other side of the hillside.
He was in a very awkward position, stuck in the middle of the hillside, constantly waving to me, and putting his finger on his lips to signal me to keep quiet.
Whenever the masked chief looked towards me, the natives at the foot of the hillside would stick to the ground, as if avoiding the chief and not wanting to be discovered by him.
I said to the fat man: "There's something going on over there.
I'll go over and take a look.
You continue to chat with the landlord."
The fat man pointed at the chief and said, "He's such a pig-brained person.
What the hell are you talking about?
If you want to pee, I'll go with you."
I said you hold it in for a while, I have business now, just keep an eye on me and don't let him follow me. " The fat man agreed.
As soon as I turned around, the chief wanted to follow me, but the fat man shouted back with a "hum" and did not dare to move.
I quickly slid down the hillside, surrounded by rubble and bones.
The native who had been waving at me before was nowhere to be found.
I thought it was difficult to get in because my eyesight was wrong.
Suddenly, something cold pulled my wrist, and a voice shouted at my feet: "Help."
This sentence in Chinese sounded very awkward.
I lowered my head and saw a native lying on the rocky beach.
There was no scratch on his body, but he looked panicked and his voice was trembling.
He pulled me hard and said, "Help."
I am very sure that he is the native who just waved to me behind the chief's back.
This man's hair is messy but not long, his skin is dark but not dark, he is strong but not thick, and his appearance is wild but not fierce.
Although he is an authentic Indian, he is There are obvious differences from the Cremo wild people living in the Amazon jungle.
The most important thing is that he asked me for help in Chinese, which shows that he knows that I am Chinese.
Judging from this alone, there must be something behind it.
I stooped down and asked him: "Who are you and why do you get mixed up with the savages?"
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