He looked at me blankly, licked his lips, and said in less than proficient English: "My name is Yadong, the guide of Titama Village."
Then he said a few words that I couldn't understand.
It was probably not Spanish.
The language is Quechua.
When I heard the word "Yadong", I almost jumped up with excitement.
I quickly supported him and told him in broken English that Cadilon was looking for him.
People in the village were very concerned about him.
We are the elders of Chief Kamaya. friend.
Although these words were fictitious, they were enough to calm down the Indian guide who was shaking with fear.
The news about his family and the village gave him a long-lost sense of security.
Tears flashed in Yadong's eyes.
He opened his mouth to speak several times but was too excited to make a sound.
I said to him: "This is not the place to talk.
You get up first and follow me.
Let's talk in a safe place."
Yadong nodded, wiped the tears from his eyes, and followed me closely back to the savage camp.
I led Yadong back to the camp on Bald Slope.
As soon as I climbed up the mountain, I heard the fat man shouting: "Bald Ladle has been found.
Lao Hu, come here quickly."
Hearing that Liu Meng survived, I was a hundred times more excited than touching gold.
I pulled Yadong and said, "Come with me quickly.
There is someone here who can understand you.
He is a good friend of the Kamaya clan chief."
The tent we originally set up was surrounded by Cremo savages.
The fat man squeezed out from the crowd and laughed at me: "This kid Liu Meng is too damn tough.
Guess what, savages?"
I left him in the ravine to die, thinking he would be killed by wild beasts Eat it.
I never thought that the area was covered with poisonous tropical plants, and most animals would not be interested in hunting there.
When Si Yan found him, this guy was sleeping soundly.
Oh my dear, I heard.
There are leopards on the top of the mountain, it’s so damn dangerous.”
I didn't have time to introduce Yadong to him.
I only said that this was a person who could provide us with clues.
We got into the tent and saw a bald man sleeping on a cot with a heavy gauze on his head.
Wang Shao was lighting a small alcohol stove and taking care of him meticulously.
When Si Yan saw us coming in, he pointed at Young Master Wang and said, "Young master has made a great contribution this time.
If it weren't for his sharp eyesight, Liu Bald Tou would not be able to be found."
The fat man said: "The young master is really considerate of his subordinates.
Not only did he carry Liu Bald all the way back, but he also did all the work of bandaging and applying medicine.
You see, there is even meat stewed on the small stove."
I said: "This is called tit for tat.
He is usually domineering.
Now let him experience the feeling of serving others.
This will save him from always being self-righteous and using his arrogance to order others around."
Among our group of people, Liu Meng can be said to be the only person Wang Qingzheng trusts.
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This loyal and honest bodyguard has followed him all the way.
He is more of a relative than a relative.
The relationship between the two is so deep that there is nothing to say.
Mr.
Wang was unusually quiet at the moment.
He didn't even bother to quarrel with the fat man and Si Yan, and he wholeheartedly took care of the injured man.
Bald Lao had an injury on his head, and a big stone was thrown on his head by the masked chief.
The fact that he didn't die on the spot was a result of his past life.
Seeing him alive now, most of the stones in my heart have fallen away.
Now I just have to wait.
When he wakes up, the puzzles we encountered along the way will be solved.
After a long day of work today, including corpse cocoons and sacrifices, several of us were physically and mentally exhausted.
The fat man grabbed the masked chief into the tent and prepared to give him a good lesson to relieve the hatred in his heart.
"Look, this is the cane I found.
After a while, we will take turns giving him a whip to let him know how powerful the working people are."
The fat man pretended to whip him, and the chief was so frightened that he backed away.
I took off the cane and said, "You guys who beat and scolded me just now should have dissipated a lot of your grievances.
You can't be considered a hero by arguing with a bunch of barbarians.
Besides, we don't know what they are talking about."
What exactly is Labeng and what does it have to do with touching the golden talisman?
We’ll have to wait until we figure it out.”
Although the chief couldn't understand Chinese, he still saw clues from our expressions and behavior.
He knew that I saved him from the pain of his flesh and blood, so he bowed to me gratefully.
I couldn't stand this kind of kneeling again.
Seeing that he was being treated unfairly, he helped the chief up and asked him if he could give me the three-eyed mask and the golden ax to take a look at.
After studying them, they would naturally return them to him.
The chief hesitated for a moment and silently turned his eyes elsewhere, unwilling to hand over the things.
It seemed that the mask and golden ax were crucial to their tribe and might be a certificate of some kind of rights.
The fat man slapped him and gave him a whip: "You are an old money man, you dare to passively resist when you are about to die, please hand over your things to me quickly, otherwise" The chief was very afraid that the fat man would be angry, so he took out the mask and golden ax from his waist, threw it on the ground, turned around and exited the tent.
I smiled and said, "Sure enough, evil people will have their own troubles.
Being polite to him is considered a blessing.
You have to use violence to know how to be afraid."
The fat man picked up the golden ax and shook the cane in his hand: "This means that political power comes from the barrel of a gun, and strength speaks for itself."
Qin Siyan also smiled and said: "It's not your whip or gun that people are afraid of.
If it weren't for the gold-touching charm around our necks, we would have asked people to cook it a long time ago.
Hey, shopkeepers, what you used to do What kind of business do you do, you don’t even know what to do with me.”
I said: "It's all a matter of youth.
Not to mention the bravery of a good man, fighting for gold is just a job with his head tied to his belt.
He looks majestic, but to put it bluntly, he is just a mouse burrowing through the mountains and a wild cat digging the ground.
"What's there to say?
You should come over and take a look at this mask.
It looks familiar to me, but I just can't remember where I've seen it."
Qin Siyan picked up the mask and leaned under the kerosene lamp to observe carefully.
He was a lawyer in Yiyuanzhai and had followed Mr.
Sang for half his life.
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He had learned a lot from what he saw and heard.
He was also a foreign student. , also has profound insights into foreign history and folk culture.
In terms of knowledge, it is really beyond the comparison of us fools.
"Shopkeeper, you and I have seen this thing.
Have you forgotten that it's at the Washington Police Department?"
Siyan picked up the golden three-eyed mask and handed it to me, "Because of this thing, you and Fat Brother almost ate it."
I have been wrongly accused.”
"Fuck me, no wonder this thing looks familiar, Old Hu, this is the stolen Inca princess mask."
The fat man took the mask from my hand and said happily, "Catch thieves and stolen goods, we can catch these.
Hehe, these guys Let’s see how I deal with the savages in Donkey Day today.”
When they said this, I really remembered the origin of the mask.
Isn't it the lost thing that we worked so hard to find?
Shirey Yang followed the murderer who stole the mask all the way into the rainforest, in order to capture the murderer of Dr.
Irving.
The real culprit is to recapture the treasures from the museum.
The stolen three-eyed golden mask is now in our hands.
So where is Shiry Yang now?
Is he also trapped in the Kramer camp like us?
The fat man wondered for a long time and said, "Why can't I see anything special about this mask?
Why on earth did the man with the bamboo pole steal it?"
I said: "Although I don't know what role masks played in the Inca cultural system.
But in the Chinese concept, masks are symbols of people's hearts and weapons used for disguise.
Mask culture is also called Nuo culture. , the Nuo opera and Nuo sacrifice that we often hear about are sacrifices with masks.
In ancient times, Nuo opera spread widely, and was popular in the southwest, the Yangtze River Basin, the Yellow River Basin, the Nenjiang River Basin and other places.
With the evolution of productivity and society, the influence of Nuo opera in areas with relatively developed economies gradually disappeared.
However, in remote southwest areas, especially in minority areas, People still believe in the divine power of Nuo opera.
Masks play a very important role in Nuo sacrifices.
In the Shang and Zhou dynasties, when Nuo sacrifices were popular, in order to obtain a strong sacrificial effect, Fang Xiangshi, who presided over Nuo sacrifices.
Wearing a golden mask with four eyes, Zhou Li Xia Gong said: Fang Xiangshi's palms are covered with bear skin, and his golden eyes are mysterious.
Wearing clothes, holding a sword and shield, and commanding hundreds of officials to drive away epidemics, later generations deified Fang Xiangshi as the image representative of the three-eyed gold Naji.
The function of the mask is similar.
It may be a sacrificial object of the Inca country, and it is endowed with a strong theocratic color. " The fat man said: "Since our ancestors used four eyes and they used three eyes, it means that the Incas' standards are lower than ours and they belong to the grandsons.
Didn't Old Man Wang say that the Native Americans are all Laushi merchants?"
It’s not surprising that descendants of the remnants of the dynasty have one or two masks similar to their ancestors.”
Yadong has been hiding in the corner of the tent since the time we spoke.
When he saw the chief coming in, he shrank into a ball in fear.
Four Eyes asked him some questions, and then said to me: "Yadong's foreign language ability is limited, he can't understand Spanish well, and his English is not good enough."
He gave a general introduction and said that barbarians killed many archaeological team members, Camera, foreign soldiers, Asian women are very powerful, she They also killed many barbarians.
Yadong was afraid of being implicated, so he took off his coat and mingled among the barbarians for five days.
As for the reason for the fight, he didn't know much about it.
He only knew that the barbarians were.
One night, they suddenly attacked the archaeological team’s camp
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