Insight into the changes inside Caracol's mausoleum, Qin Fei didn't have too many surprises, everything was under control.

"The god of the underworld, the jaguar, is indeed the embodiment of the Mayans, the embodiment of the dead. ”

When night falls, between yin and yang, the ancient Mayan civilization is revived in such an alternative way!

The Caracol Mausoleum is located in Central America, and there are some small countries scattered around it, so it does not seem to attach great importance to the ruins of this ancient Mayan civilization, but it is only checked at intervals, which also brings great convenience to Qin Fei.

If this was a famous tourist attraction full of tourists and heavily secured, then Qin Fei might not have exposed himself to the sun so unprotected.

Looking up at the very top of the Caracol Mausoleum building, a huge eye is peering into the world, observing this new world.

The "Eye of the Underworld" is engraved on the top of the Caracol Mausoleum Hill and is carried on an inverted triangular stone block, and the stone carvings on the surface of the tomb twist and change, emitting a ghostly light.

Seem.

The Karakol Mausoleum is a whole.

The Mayans' worship for hundreds of years was not simply a belief in the devil and the gods of the underworld, but a way for them to live forever, just as the ancient Egyptians would build eternal ships in their pyramids.

If it is incarnated as an immortal undead, then in another way, it is immortal!

After the jaguar, the god of the underworld on Mount Caracol emerged from the black mist, he did not move, but sat next to his mausoleum, as if waiting for the instructions of some mysterious being.

The inverted triangular stone at the top of the mausoleum turned slowly, and the eyes of the underworld seemed to be staring at Qin Fei, a skeleton standing at the foot of Mount Caracol watching everything.

Qin Fei naturally also sensed the gaze of the Eye of the Netherworld, and looked up at the top of Caracol Mountain.

The gazes of the two undead creatures met in midair, and the air seemed to freeze.

The consciousness of the Caracol Mausoleum has awakened, but it is only a collection of broken memories of many Mayans, and it still only acts according to the subconscious instinct.

It sensed the thick aura of danger on the skeleton at the foot of the mountain, and subconsciously thought about testing it.

With a bang, the door at the entrance to Caracol's mausoleum broke, and several pieces of rubble flew out.

A jaguar engraved with ancient Mayan stone carvings jumped out of the mausoleum, standing on a raised boulder, his head slightly offset, and his dark green eyes stared at Qin Fei, revealing information about the dangerous location.

As the master of the underworld, Qin Fei is naturally worthy of anyone, after all, even the newly revived Karakol Mausoleum is a life given by Qin Fei.

Therefore, Qin Fei seemed confident, and took a step forward without hurry, indicating his attitude.

Sure enough, a moment later, the jaguar ejected out with lightning speed, and pounced on Qin Fei with a sound of breaking through the air.

Seeing the jaguar flying towards him like a bullet, Qin Fei raised his hand, and a spiritual barrier that turned into an entity was placed in front of him.

Bang!

A dull crashing sound came, and the jaguar slammed into the sturdy spiritual barrier like this, and was ejected seven or eight meters away!

However, the surface of the spiritual barrier only turned over a ripple, and it still appeared steadily in front of Qin Fei.

Qin Fei didn't intend to let it go, for the undead creatures who dared to challenge their majesty, there was only one final result, annihilation!

Flip your palm slightly.

A cluster of Demonic Fire appeared in the air in an instant, and in an instant, it grew stronger and stronger.

And then.

Under Qin Fei's conscious control, the Dark Fire swept in the direction of the jaguar, shooting quickly and accurately on its body, without giving the jaguar any time to react.

The fire sank into the jaguar's body, scurrying wildly through its body, and then burning violently.

The jaguar did not suffer a trace of pain, and gradually dissolved into nothingness under the fierce burning of the Hellfire.

The Eye of the Netherworld looked at Qin Fei.

The loss of a jaguar is nothing, cannon fodder, and there are countless such beings in the interior of Caracol's mausoleum, but the skeleton in front of him is not so easy to mess with.

Feeling the strong aura of death exuding from Qin Fei's body, the Eye of the Netherworld seemed to have given up, and the ghost light of the stone carvings on the inverted triangular stone gradually disappeared into the interior of the Caracol Mausoleum.

It closed its eyes.

Then, the entire Caracol Mausoleum Mountain underwent a rapid metamorphosis, and it only took a few breaths to return to its original state, becoming a mausoleum eroded by the wind and sand, as if it had fallen into a deep sleep again.

In just a few hours, the world did not know that such a terrifying being had awakened from its slumber and disguised itself.

Perhaps, in the next Central American region, after nightfall, jaguars will roam nearby to hunt for food.

The legend of the god of the underworld will be spread in the world again!

Seeing Caracol Eye of the Underworld close his eyes, Qin Fei didn't care about it anymore, after all, one day, it would be discovered by the world.

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Next destination.

Not far from Central America, the Caribbean.

Eight o'clock in the evening is the time when the business of the nearby tavern begins to gradually pick up.

A wandering skeleton arrives.

Look up at the name of the bar, "Lost Devil".

"Lost Devil's Bar, nice name, good to my taste. Qin Fei nodded with satisfaction and walked towards the bar.

The bar isn't very big, just for people from nearby towns to come here at their leisure with a few rye beers and pass the time.

But unfortunately, today's bar has an unusual clientele.

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"Oh, David, this is not the place for you, do you have the spare money to spend?" a middle-aged man with a full beard sneered at a man in front of the bar.

The middle-aged man is the owner of the Lost Devil's Bar and his name is Neuel Greggs.

"Rum, thank you. ”

Davy ignored the barkeeper's sarcasm, and still sat at the bar with no intention of moving his position.

"David, it's not that I don't want to give you wine, it's just that you have to at least get the money, I don't do a loss-making business!" Neuel wiped the wine glass on the bar without meaning to give David a drink.

"I'm just ······" David fell directly on the bar, his voice starting to be a little hoarse.

"Okay, okay, I know you're having a hard time, give it to you····· This is the twenty-seventh time, I remember all your accounts, remember to pay it back!" Newel hurriedly pulled out a bottle of wine from under the counter and stuffed it into David's arms.

"That kind of rich son of the empire, we can't afford to provoke it, don't think about revenge, live your life in peace and steady, you are only twenty-nine years old now, alas..." Neel patted David on the shoulder and comforted.

David Doyle, an ordinary resident of the small town of Clotty, in the U.S. Virgin Islands, worked on the town's docks, and at the age of twenty-seven, David married his beautiful wife, Senta, and has lived a full and happy life ever since.

A month ago, Rosen Weir, the son of the chairman of the Maersk Line Company of the American Empire, came to the small town of Clotti for a vacation, and when he was wandering around the town, he met David's wife Senta, and he was fascinated for a while.

Then, Rosen Weir began to frantically pursue Senta's love, completely ignoring the feelings of David Doyle, the original husband, perhaps, this kind of little person is not worth mentioning in the eyes of a rich son like Rosen.

Senta is also deeply in love with her husband, David, so instead of being knocked down by Rosen Weir's money offensive, she coldly rejects all his pursuits.

Then Rosen Weir's quest fell silent for a few days.

Just when David and Senta were glad that the rich boy had spared his family, that morning, while David was out to work, Senta was directly violently abducted.

Then, when David returned home, after learning the news, he was like a bolt from the blue, and he went crazy to find his wife.

Helplessly, the thugs in Cloty's small town were bribed by Rosen Weir, the financier, to block David from leaving the town, and even let David lose his only sailor job.

David, who had no means of resistance, could only use alcohol to kill his sorrows from then on.

Neel, the owner of the Lost Demon Bar, is often sarcastic and sarcastic, but if it weren't for the help of the bar owner, David would have been a cold corpse.

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Looking at Davy, who was holding a bottle of rum that bumped into him head-on, Qin Fei instantly read through his memory.

"This is a rare good candidate!" Qin Fei thought.

"You... What are you?" Davy was startled when he saw a skeleton coming across him.

Bar entrance.

Qin Fei just stared at David, and a low and hoarse voice came out of his throat.

"Do you want to make a deal with the devil? I can give you anything you want!".

Devil's deal?

David looked at the skeleton about the size of his own, and was a little frightened.