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"Hook is the devil? That's impossible! ”

The man was looking at the statue in Wu Di's hand, and when he heard him say this, a shocked look appeared on his face, and then he shook his head again and again.

"Isn't it impossible? Think about what Hook has brought to your tribe! Look at the scrap lying on the ground, don't tell me they're the warriors of your tribe! Do you dare to say that these changes are not happening because of the things that Hook has brought to you? ”

The advisor reacted quickly, inferring from the fact that these people were obviously dressed differently from the legendary natives, and that the current tribe had been assimilated to a certain extent, and in some religions with strict rules, this was in fact a disrespect to the gods. That Hook is likely to be the bridge between them and the outside world, so he doesn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and directly uses ambiguous words to put the charges that he can't explain on that hooker.

After listening to the words of the military advisor, the man's body was obviously shocked, and he glanced at the jade carving in Wu Di's hand again, and said in a deep voice:

"Let's go, I'm sorry for this incident, I think our elders will give you an explanation."

The military advisor glanced at Wu Di and shook his head silently, if this matter is not handled well, it will be a big trouble, should someone be sent back with them?

"I'll go back with you, that devil's messenger is not something you can deal with."

Wu Di obviously thought of it with the military advisor, but he thought about it more. The elders of these ancient tribes are generally mysterious, and maybe they will have some strange abilities, and if he comes forward, he may be better than the military advisors.

This matter must be properly handled, otherwise, let alone the relics of the Jinshan, Emerald and Mayan civilizations, I am afraid that they will be detained this time. Even Guatemala can't get out. That damn crazy woman, in order to deal with him, it is really a cost! Isn't it just not buying your shit jade mine? The next time I see you, will I take the initiative to retreat?

The man hesitated for a moment, shouted a few words at the group of unconvinced men, and then pointed to a jeep and motioned for Wu Di to get into the car.

Watching these big men limp into the other four cars, the robot cat ignited the car, drove behind the middle-aged man's car, and drove all the way in the direction of the town.

"Fifth brother, when did you learn English? Pretty fluent! ”

"Hehe, this is running around all day long. It's too much trouble to rely on you to translate all the time. But I wondered, how did I think it was so difficult to speak birds when I went to school, and now I think it's so easy? ”

"At that time, there was no motivation and no language environment, in fact, many people were able to speak proficiently after half a year abroad. But it's pure nonsense to let everyone learn this in school, and I don't know how many people won't need it for a lifetime......"

Follow these natives all the way around the town to a huge valley. Wu Di looked at the buildings in the distance and knew that his judgment was correct, this tribe had been assimilated to a large extent. It may not be long before it dies. Could it be that they were rebels among the Indians?

A group of children in shorts heard the sound of the jeep and rushed over with cheers. Every time, when these jeeps come by. They will bring them gifts, beautiful toys, and delicious snacks. Adults have always acquiesced in this kind of behavior. And this gradually became a custom in the village.

The jeep following Wu Di slowly stopped in the tribal square, and several big men laughed and took out some snacks and toys from the car, attracting all the children to them in a blink of an eye. The jeep driven by the middle-aged man did not stop. With Wu Di and their car, they slowly drove through the square and towards the center of the tribe.

After passing through the village, we drove about three kilometers to a small hidden valley. Compared to the outside, the original flavor here is much stronger. But apart from a few tents, a long grass hut made of bamboo and wood, it is clear that not many people live here.

When the jeep drove to the entrance of the valley, two indigenous men with weird-colored headbands and upper bodies jumped down from the boulders next to them, and they had a brief conversation with the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man turned around and said:

"You find two people to go in with me, and the others wait here first."

Wu Di nodded, and then saw that several people's eyes were fixed on the military advisor, and smiled slightly,

"Then please ask the military advisor to go with me."

The middle-aged man led them to the door of a tent, and knelt down respectfully in the surprised eyes of Wu Di and the others. At this time, an old voice came from the tent, and the middle-aged man listened to it, bowed twice on the ground, and motioned for Wu Di to go in by himself.

Wu Di lifted the curtain and stepped into the tent. The light was dim, but by the light of the doorway, he saw an old man sitting behind a low table. The whole tent was empty, and there was nothing left but this one person and a table.

"Fifth Brother ......"

The military advisor who followed him was stopped by the middle-aged man outside the door curtain.

"It's okay, there's only one old man here, I'll try to communicate with him, and I'll call you in if you have any questions."

When the old man saw Wu Di coming in, he smiled and waved his hand at him, motioning for him to sit down opposite.

"Doesn't it feel strange that this place is different from what you see on TV and what you advertise in the press materials?"

Wu Di nodded, he wasn't too surprised. The very primitive tribes were generally for tourism. Or, normal Indian tribes are like this, after all, after hundreds of years of modern society, they can't let others make a little progress?

"For thousands of years, we have been the protagonists of ignorance and sacrifice. Ninety years ago, the great prophet Alikala declared that our God had given up on us temporarily because of our ignorance, and we must save ourselves! He led his people out of the mountains and began to make contact with the outside world. Ninety years on, we've evolved into what you see now......"

Wu Di nodded silently, that prophet was a smart man, but he was also a fool. If it were him, he would say that he had received God's will to let everyone go out of the mountains and integrate into modern society......

"On his deathbed, Alikala prophesied that one day in thirty years there would be a Chosen One who would come to the tribe and who would bring us the latest instructions and great riches of God, and today is the great day......

Wu Di pointed to his nose in surprise,

"You're saying I'm the Chosen One?"

The old man silently took out a wooden board from under the table and handed it to Wu Di. Wu Di stretched out his hand to take it, frowned and looked at an avatar and a few lines of strange words on the wooden board, and hesitated:

"Is this a prophetic prophecy?"

The old man nodded,

"He has come from heaven above, and with his eyes that can see through the fog, he will conquer the Devil's Swamp once and for all, and bring the gospel of the great gods and great wealth to my children."

The third! Wu Di's complexion remained unchanged, but a monstrous frenzy was set off in his heart, this prophet of the Indian tribe was also a powerful person! He had foreseen thirty years ago that he would unearth the contents of the Devil's Swamp and thus bring great wealth to his descendants!

For a while, there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart. Grandma's, is that huge treasure going to be returned to this cunning-looking old man so honestly? Why? Just by the inexplicable prophecy of that bullshit prophet of yours? No, I don't want anything else, I must hold that crystal skull in my own hands!

"When I heard that a Chinese man had entered the Devil's Swamp, I have been waiting, waiting for your return. It just so happened that Hooker's unscrupulous son listened to the bewitchment of outsiders and tried to intercept you, so I agreed to his request. Please forgive us foolish mortals, and lead us out of confusion by destroying the terrible devil once and for all. ”

Your sister! Lead you out of the confusion? I see that your life is quite proud, why is there any confusion at all? Well, since you're pretending to be a stick with me, I'm going to play with you.

"Did the Prophet die thirty years ago? What else did he leave behind? ”

Wu Di asked as he inspected the plank.

The thing on this wooden board is definitely not painted recently, although the portrait above is not recognizable, but judging from the face and hair, it is indeed an Oriental. Is this his portrait? Grandma's, this painting is too bad, are Lao Tzu's eyes so small? Is the nose so short?

"Dear Chosen One, these are the only things that the Prophet left behind when he died. But he has commanded us to follow the instructions of you, the Chosen One. As your faithful servant, Tuoswell will lead 17,000 of the Sun God's people at your disposal. ”

The old man stood up from behind the short table, walked to the side and knelt on the ground, respectfully pressed his forehead to the ground,

"Please lead your people out of the confusion of the Chosen One."

17,000! So many! How many Indians are there in Guatemala? Wu Di thought about it quickly and said:

"God's will is to keep our traditions and fit in as much as possible into this society, and not to be fooled and played with like a clown. Okay, let's talk about the Devil's Swamp. ”

Wu Di didn't know if he was right or not, but if they believed him, they should live a better life if they followed this path. However, in the future, whether this group of Indians will be assimilated by humans because of his nonsense, and thus completely lose their national identity, is not something he can cared about.

"The Devil's Swamp is deeply involved in the Montana Valley, and if we want to destroy the devil there, we must control this area. But you can't let anyone know the real reason beforehand, can you do that? (To be continued.) )