Summer 2013, Amazon jungle, Golden City archaeological team.

The legend of the Golden City and the Golden Lake has been passed down on the American continent for hundreds of years. For hundreds of years, there has been an endless stream of explorers from all over the world, but no one has ever seen the true face of the Golden City, which has sunk into the Golden Lake.

Probably, only the legendary emperor of the Inca Empire, who built the Golden City, really got a glimpse of the whole picture of the Golden City.

A small camp was set up improvised in the jungle, and the Golden City archaeological team consisted of twenty-three people, led by a professor of archaeology named Doroin.

At this time, Professor Doroin was in the tent discussing with his assistant, a native who was responsible for leading the way and familiar with the local jungle environment, and a veteran soldier in charge of the force.

It's been twenty days since they've been in the jungle - the Golden Lake has already arrived, but they don't have the slightest clue about the Golden City.

Years ago, the local government sent troops to protect the lake from illegal exploration. But even when the military is out of reach, there are still plenty of people sneaking into the restricted area – and over time, the local government is now less watchful of the place than it once was.

"Professor Doroin, we're running out of supplies. It was Santa, a veteran, who spoke, "The rest of the food will only last for another four days at most, otherwise we will be hungry on the way back." ”

"Santa, my old fellow, please give me some more time!" Professor Doroin pleaded, "I have spent my life studying Inca civilization, and I believe that the Golden City must exist, and the entrance is near here. ”

"A week, a week at most. Santa frowned at this time, "Professor, you should understand that you and I are hired to come here, and I am the leader of this team, but I am also responsible for ensuring the safety of all personnel. ”

This is not an archaeology initiated by Professor Doroin, but by a funder. The funder provided Professor Doroin with a lot of information, and then through Professor Doroin's recommendation, Santa was the team leader.

But this time, the funder did not come with the team, and even the funder was commissioned, only as an intermediary - the real boss of the expedition, and no one knew who it was.

......

But even when Santa agreed to squeeze in time, Professor Doroin frowned as he looked at the maps spread out on the floor—just then, there was a sudden sound of cheers outside the tent.

Several people walked out in confusion and found that the members of the archaeological team were gathered together at this time, shouting and shouting. Professor Doroin called in one of the team members and asked about it.

"Professor, one of the team members caught a wild boar from the woods, and everyone was very happy, discussing how to eat it. ”

Professor Doroin was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "Oh? Who hunted it?"

Santa couldn't help but become curious at this time...... Literate people think that hunting a wild boar may be a simple thing for hunters. But this is not the case, adult wild boars are very aggressive, and if they are not careful, they can even be life-threatening.

I saw the team member pointing forward, and what he saw was a half-lying man sitting under a tree at this time, covering his face with his hat.

Curious, Professor Doroin walked over with the people, "You hunted the wild boar, and how did you do it?"

I saw that the young man lifted his hat, and under his chaotic hair was a slightly dark face, which should have been sunburned during this time...... It is a rare Oriental face.

Professor Doroin was a little surprised, he had the impression that this person was indeed in his archaeological team, but not his own student, and that Santa had brought him in when he was recruiting people.

Depending on the situation, Santa didn't seem to be very familiar with the young man. But Professor Doroin and Santa had known each other for many years and knew that Santa was not the kind of person who was irresponsible...... This young man should have something extraordinary.

"Song, is this wild boar really hunted by yourself?" Santa was amazed.

He had found the young man in the tavern, and when he saw that he was fighting with a drunk man in the bar, he was quite good, so he started talking, and then hit it off, and then settled in the archaeological team.

I don't know his full name, I only know that he let others call him Song.

"Is there a problem?" Song yawned at this time, about twenty-three or fourteen years old, and always had a smile on his face.

In the past 20 days, Song basically did not communicate with the people in the team, and seemed silent, just silently following the back of the team, doing his own thing.

"That's amazing!" Santa laughed.

Song shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "I've been a little tired of eating dry food recently, and I want to eat a few bites of fresh meat." Probably because I was lucky, I was going to just catch two fish and grill them myself, and then this big guy found me. ”

This big wild boar is enough for the whole team to eat for a day and a half, which is undoubtedly good news for the archaeological team that is short of materials.

But Professor Doroin suddenly said at this time, "Song, what are you holding in your hand?"

Song was stunned for a moment, and then raised his hand. I saw that on his wrist, there was a small ornament carved from bone, "This...... I picked it up on the ground, and it felt very special to look at, so I put it on, is there a problem?"

Professor Doroin grabbed Song's wrist and looked at the trinket carefully, "This is a kind of jewelry worn by soldiers during the Inca Dynasty, and it is like the military badge worn by soldiers in some armies now, which is used to identify identities. This...... Where the hell did you find this thing? Song, you must tell me! This could be a major breakthrough!"

"That's ......" Song thought for a while, then said, "I can't tell you exactly what it is, but I can take you there." ”

"Right now!

Professor Doroin's neck turned red with excitement, and he then asked Santa to order a few men to guard the camp, and he set off with a group of people.

Song and the members of the archaeological team came to a small waterfall, but the road was not easy, even a veteran like Santa who had field experience, when he came here, he was already sweating profusely, not to mention a scholar like Professor Doroin.

At this time, Song stood on a large rock in the pool under the waterfall and pointed to the bottom of the waterfall, "There seems to be a small hole there, but it is too dark, I am afraid that there is a poisonous snake hidden in it, so I did not go in." This thing was picked up inside. ”

Professor Doroin, who had been sitting on the ground resting, quickly got up and shouted, "Quick, quick, Santa, find some rope, I'm going to go in and take a look!"

At this time, Song looked up at the top of the waterfall, this is the Amazon River I don't know how many times the tributary has been diverted, so I came here, right?

Looking at the members of the archaeological team, who were busy exploring the caves under the waterfall at this time, Song had a smile on his face again, and only heard him mutter: "Really, if you don't give some clues, it's useless...... Almost wasted my pocket money, alas. ”

After moving his muscles casually, Song jumped into the waterhole and swam towards the bottom of the waterfall...... It wasn't the first time he'd explored the place.

The last time, it was a few months ago, and the last time the team ...... Annihilation!

The impact of the water suddenly soared, and every inch of progress required a huge amount of effort, but at this moment, Song seemed to hear some kind of voice.

The whisper that had been ringing occasionally in his head since he had survived a few months earlier. He wanted to remember the strange sounds and the syllabic composition countless times, but each time it was so confused.

He seemed to understand the meaning of these whispers, but he could not organize them in his own language in his mind, and it was always so plausible.

"What the hell is the secret here...... It's really exciting!"

At this time, the members of the archaeological team had already arrived first, and tied ropes, and everyone pulled the ropes, and little by little finally crossed the impact of the waterfall and came to the back of the waterfall...... As Song said, there is this cave that is not too big or small.

Professor Doroin looked around, while Santa was observing the edge of the cave, "There are traces of excavation here, and although they have been washed away badly by the flowing water, they can still be seen...... Someone has been to this place. ”

"I'm afraid it's the ancients of the Inca Dynasty!" Professor Doroin took a deep breath, took a strong light from the team's hand, and shone it into the hole.

This section of the road is not easy to walk, it is facing downward, most of the road is gravel, and because of the water vapor, it is covered with moss, and it is very easy to slip.

But after this section of the road facing downward, the inside has become dry, and after about fifty meters of depth, Professor Doroin found some ancient murals on the walls, which made Professor Doroin extremely excited.

"This is a sacrificial painting!" Professor Doroin said loudly at this time, "Sure enough, the information handed over to me by the mysterious person of the funder is not wrong, this is the way the ancient people of the Inca Dynasty used to record it!"

"Yes...... Is it the Golden City?" asked one of Professor Doroin's students in the team, nervously.

"This ...... It doesn't seem to be the Golden City. Professor Doroin touched the murals step by step, and when he came to the last mural, he suddenly stopped, looked a little surprised, and muttered, "The black sun swallows the sky...... What do you mean?"

I saw that on the mural, a black sun was engraved, and the ancient Incas below were kneeling on the ground, and there was an image of an ancient man with a sacrificial appearance next to him, with tears in his eyes.

After everyone, Song watched the group of people look around at the mural, silently watching the surroundings, and at the same time pressing his hand on his waist, where the pistol was placed.

"Teacher, what does the black sun mean?"

Professor Doroin frowned at this time and said, "The Inca Dynasty has its own worship, and they worship the sun god, that is, the patron god of the Inca Empire. In the Inca civilization, the sun god's name was Inti, the son of the creator god Veracocha. However, Inti is the embodiment of the sun and is supposed to be a symbol of light...... Why did the ancient Incas carve a black sun? I don't understand that...... However, this discovery is probably a major discovery in the study of Inca civilization! Hurry up and record all the murals here, and don't miss a single point!"

Santa wasn't interested in this kind of archaeological research at all—he was more interested in finding the riches of the Golden City, so he looked out of the cave to see what else he had.

Suddenly, Santa stopped, because in the corner of the wall, he found some modern civilization supplies - a water bottle for the field, a hiking boot, and a few bullet casings!

Someone has been to this place before they do!

Santa suddenly remembered Song, this mysterious and capable guy, he remembered that when he inspected his surroundings, Song was beside him, so he said directly, "Song, come and take a look at the things here!"

However, after shouting a few words, Santa didn't get a response, and he couldn't help but turn his head in confusion, only to find that Song didn't know when he was gone—at least, not in his sight.

Santa frowned, not far away, Professor Doroin's group of guys were busy recording information, and the rest of the team was assisting from the side, not noticing his actions at this time.

"Song?" Santa called out to Song again...... Suddenly, something flashed in front of me.

A dark shadow!

It was too fast, and Santa subconsciously shot at the place where the black shadow flashed - this gunfire rang out, and everyone was immediately alarmed!

"What's going on!" Professor Doroin asked, horrified.

Santa replied loudly, "I don't know, but ...... But there seems to be something here!"

He glanced back at the crowd and said loudly again, "Be careful, everyone, there may be something dangerous hiding in this place...... What's wrong with you?"

Seeing a team of people, all of them had frightened expressions on their faces at the moment, and they all looked at themselves, Santa frowned, and reacted in his heart, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

He swallowed his saliva and turned his head slowly, only to see a pair of huge eyes staring at him in the darkness!

Whew——!!!!!!

What Santa saw was a terrifying bloody mouth! It was a huge python, covered with black scales, and on top of the snake's head, there was a blood-red horn!

The moment Santa reacted, his eyes were already dark, and his entire upper body had been swallowed by this terrifying python!

The black unicorn python swallowed half of Santa's body, and instantly raised his head, only to see Santa's legs struggling in a panic in the python's mouth, and finally softened, and the python's mouth opened again, and he directly swallowed the whole person.

At this moment, the archaeological team was completely in a panic.

In the darkness, a pair of eyes were staring at the scene in front of him, his body curled up behind a rock, motionless...... He is, Song.