As soon as the old man appeared, Zhuganzi explained: "He is the Hu Bayi I mentioned, Captain Touch Jin."
"Oh, it's true."
"Not a direct disciple, just a Yehu Zen who became a monk on the way."
"Well," the old guy was very arrogant.
He didn't even look at me.
He just said to the bamboo pole, "Xiao Wu, you are still too hesitant to do things.
It's just a gold seal."
When I heard what he said, I thought that the old man was coming to rob him, and I made up my mind that if he dared to use rice dumplings to do harm, I would swallow the golden seal and die cleanly, so as not to suffer the pain of being bitten by the zombies again.
Unexpectedly, the old man raised his hand and just patted Shirey Yang on the shoulder.
"What are you going to do to her?"
I was afraid that he would be harmful to Shiry Yang, so I shouted loudly and rushed forward to knock him down with a punch.
Who would have thought that Shiry Yang suddenly seemed like a different person and quickly stood in front of me.
I was both happy and surprised, and stretched out my hand to pull her over.
As a result, she pulled out a pistol from behind, which scared me so much that I didn't dare to act rashly.
"Instructor Yang, please wake up and put down the gun before we talk."
I waved my hand towards her, fearing that she would be obsessed with it and shoot me to death cruelly.
I have seen Shiry Yang's shooting skills before and should not be underestimated.
Her eyes were distracted and she held the pistol tightly in her palm.
As he spoke, he raised his arm, without blinking, and pulled the trigger with a bang toward his left shoulder.
Blood immediately gushes out like spring water, and she seems to feel no pain.
She just sways her body, and then aims at her knees again.
"I don't want the gold seal for you, I'll give it to you."
I couldn't bear the heart-wrenching pain anymore, for fear that the old guy would make Shiry Yang commit self-mutilation again.
I took out the small gold seal from my trouser pocket.
Because I was too nervous, my fingers kept shaking, and the gold seal almost fell to the ground several times.
Zhuganzi also had a look of intolerance on his face, and he said, "If you had taken out the golden seal earlier, she wouldn't have suffered.
Hu Bayi, you are truly a mourning star."
He walked up to me and took out the golden seal.
He snatched it away.
If I hadn't seen Shiry Yang still under their control, I would have punched these bastards in the face.
The wizened old man laughed contemptuously, and Shiry Yang fell down in response.
I rushed forward to help her, but the withered old man Que floated in front of me like a ghost and stopped me.
"I've already given you the gold seal, what else do you want?"
I was filled with anger.
At that moment, I almost wanted to punch my fist into his chest.
Only by punching through could I relieve my hatred.
The old man didn't say anything, but stretched out a withered hand.
The nails on his hand were extremely long and dangled in front of my eyes.
I thought he was going to take my eyes away, but unexpectedly, the old man's gesture suddenly changed and he opened them.
My skirt.
What hangs on my chest is the gold-touching talisman left behind by Shiry Yang when he disappeared, a relic of the Taoist monk He Ge Xiao from Moving Mountain.
The old man picked up the golden charm with his long, almost curled nails, played with it for a while, and then pushed me away.
His push seemed to be an understatement, but the force was surprisingly strong.
Before I could react, he had already sent me flying.
Although the fat man "Old Hu" was pinned down by the fat rice dumpling, he still couldn't forget to wait and see the situation.
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When he saw me being slapped away by the old man, he couldn't help but scream.
As soon as I hit the ground, I hit the pillar of the altar.
My back felt like it was being pulled out for an instant.
I was in so much pain that I couldn't even speak, and everything in front of me was pitch black.
Bamboo took out a long golden stick more than three feet long from his backpack.
It looked like the golden stick he had deceived from the Kramer people using a princess mask.
I never knew what kind of treasure this ghost thing had, so I endured it.
Huge Pain said nothing, while watching the situation.
The bamboo pole turned the golden seal upside down, and then knocked the golden staff upright towards the golden seal.
I heard a "click" sound, and the two objects actually merged into one.
Only then did I realize that this was a two-in-one object.
A magic weapon must be combined with two swords to be complete.
I just don’t understand what the purpose of him and the weird old man is, trying every possible means to get this Inca secret treasure.
"Master has taken a look and the key has been taken out."
The bamboo pole raised his hands, lowered his waist, and respectfully presented the golden staff to the old man.
He lifted the golden staff with one hand and walked lightly past me.
I tried to reach out to hold him several times, but I couldn't feel anything in my hands.
I could only watch the old man walking up to the altar.
He threw Siyan, who was unconscious on the stone platform, out of the way.
Siyan rolled several times on the steps, and finally fell next to me.
The glasses on his face had long been shattered into shards of glass.
The old man caressed the table with both hands and said to himself: "Right here, right here."
After saying that, he raised the golden staff high and thrust it hard into the stone platform.
Strangely enough, the seemingly solid altar was suddenly penetrated by the golden staff.
The whole sacrificial chamber shook violently.
At first I thought it was my imagination, but then the shaking became more and more violent.
I endured the huge pain and half-propelled my body: "What do you want to do?
The temple is going to collapse."
The old man ignored my warning, pulled out the golden staff from the stone platform, and thrust it through again and again.
At this time, a huge crack appeared in the temple's ceiling, and many rocks fell off, smashing the black rice dumplings standing on both sides into meat paste.
I saw that the old man was acting like a madman, and I knew that I could no longer sit still and wait for death.
I gritted my teeth and wanted to stand up to stop his crazy act of destruction.
As soon as I moved, my hand was suddenly touched by something cold.
I looked down and saw four eyes facing me, blinking secretly.
He moved his fingers and wrote the word "escape" on the ground with blood.
I looked up at the bamboo pole and the old man again, and tried to cough.
They were all looking at the altar with all their concentration, and did not pay attention to us injured lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
I immediately leaned over and asked, "How are you injured?
Can you move?"
He nodded and kept looking at the Golden Avenue at the exit from the corner of his eyes.
I estimated the distance and gritted my teeth and said, "Fat Man is still in their hands.
This place is about to collapse.
In a moment, you take Shiry Yang and run away first.
I'll stay and delay."
"What are you doing?"
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Zhu Guanzi was standing behind the old man.
The violent shaking of the temple did not disturb his concentration.
He turned his head, glanced sharply at me and Si, and sneered: "Watch me dying, I'll come now."
Take care of you."
I knew it would be too late to escape if I didn't take action, so I shouted: "Fat man, shoot."
Bamboo pole turned his head in panic, and saw that Fatty was still pressed to the ground by the big zongzi.
Knowing that it was my trick, he couldn't help but shout.
Unfortunately, I had already been prepared.
Taking advantage of his distracted moment, I mustered up all my strength to pounce on him.
Siyan immediately got up from the ground and ran towards Shiry Yang, who had been unconscious.
Seeing that the plan was successful, I felt a strong desire to kill and grabbed the neck of the bamboo pole with both hands.
He didn't expect that I could be so ferocious even though I was seriously injured.
He was first pressed to the ground by me, and then the two of them struggled and rolled.
At this time, the wizened old man seemed not to exist in the world, and completely ignored our struggle.
He pulled out the golden staff vigorously, laughing wildly, and he didn't know how much fun a person could have.
The bamboo pole shouted to him: "Quick, quick, there is still one last step left."
I couldn't understand their code words.
I only saw that the corners of the temple had begun to collapse and collapse, and huge stones were pouring down surrounded by countless dust.
When we came down, there were even cracks on the surface.
The bamboo pole was pressed under me, and I raised my knee to hit it, hitting my injured waist and abdomen.
In pain, I let go of my hands and he kicked me twice, sending me flying away.
"Lao Hu, hold on, I'm coming."
It turned out that the fat man got out from under the zombie while the temple was disintegrating.
When he came up, he swooped down and hit the bamboo pole with his unique skill "Bombshell" Killer.
I was afraid that the wizened old man was acting strangely, so I hurriedly glanced at the altar again, and saw him using all his strength and shaking his black coat.
The golden staff was completely unoccupied in the altar.
There was a loud "boom", and the sunflower tree in the distance slowly let out a mournful cry of collapse.
"Everyone, run!
The pillars have fallen.
This place will collapse completely soon."
I didn't care about the old man's ultimate goal, so I picked up the fat man and ran away towards the Golden Avenue.
"Lao Hu, that kid is too thin.
I feel so sick in my stomach."
The fat man put his arm on my shoulders and complained as he ran.
I wanted to use my hands to run away on the golden road, panting: "What time of the day is it now?
The house is about to collapse.
Why do you care about this?"
There is no fiction in what I say.
The temple began to collapse bit by bit from the central sacrificial chamber, and the world behind us was simply disappearing at the speed of light.
Not only that, the stone door at the end of the Golden Avenue has been blocked by the continuous pouring of huge rocks, with almost only a crack left.
Shiry Yang, with his eyes on his shoulders, kept waving and shouting at us outside the door, but the movement of the collapse was too great.
There was roaring everywhere in my ears, and I couldn't hear what he was shouting at all.
We rushed to the stone door.
The passage below had been blocked.
Siyan threw a rope from the other side.
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We immediately climbed on the life-saving rope and got out of the gap in the upper part of the stone door.
I climbed up When I walked out of the stone gate, I took one last look at the sacrificial altar.
Except for the smashed rice dumplings all over the ground, it was already empty.
"Lao Hu, what are you doing?
Come down quickly."
Fatty and Siyan carried Shirey Yang and waved to me outside the door.
I hummed, jumped off the gravel wall, picked up Shirey Yang and ran outside with them.
As the world behind us collapsed in the mud and stone walls, we finally rushed out of the temple at the last moment.
The sun was shining brightly outside, and Lin Fang had been standing guard in the woods nearby.
When she saw that we had returned safely, her eyes turned red with excitement.
The fat man smiled at Lin Fang and fell down before he could speak.
Several of us were frightened by him and were nervous for a long time.
Finally, we found out that he had fainted due to excessive blood loss and hunger in his belly.
The Temple of the Sun, which recorded the last secret of the Inca Empire, was reduced to ruins in a cloud of gray smoke.
This was undoubtedly a huge loss to the archaeological community.
Even a rough guy like me couldn't help but feel this on the way back.
Unfortunately, Si Yan asked me many times about what happened in the end.
I could only tell him my one-sided feelings.
As for who the wizened old man was and what he was looking for, everything had to wait for Shiry Yang to fully understand.
I'll explain it later when I wake up.
However, there is a huge problem waiting for us to solve.
How to explain to Wang Puyuan after returning to the United States: