If he knew that joining in the fun would bring trouble to himself, Zhang Xingmin would definitely not pull Yang Dalong over.

Of course, that's all for later. After all, there is no ability to predict the future.

Right now, Damin and Brother Long are huddled in the crowd, hoping to find out a little bit of news. This can be difficult for noisy crowds. Despite this, the two of them still heard some intermittent fragments, sorted them out in their minds, and Daemin found that although the truth was not so earth-shattering, it also made people feel incredible.

If you want to talk about the history of the city's construction, it is a long time. In the oral history of the indigenous inhabitants of South America, this is an important city, although limited by natural conditions, the size of the city has not been too large, but the location is very important, has always been an important hub between the western plateau and the Amazon plain, and is also a transit point between the north and the south.

Until it was destroyed by European colonists, it was one of the centers of Indian culture. Colonists from Spain razed cities to the ground in order to increase their control over the Americas. Subsequent attempts were made to rebuild the city, but with the advent of the railroad era, the town was gradually forgotten as it was called, and her real name has long been forgotten.

The small city that Damin and Brother Long see now was formed by people who fled the disaster caused by nuclear weapons during the Third World War, and then a group of people who claimed to be the "World Ecological Restoration Project" occupied it and re-planned it, which not only retained the crystallization of modern industry and technology, but also integrated some of the original Indian culture.

It stands to reason that the vast majority of its inhabitants are refugees and immigrants from all over the world, and there is no need to preserve Indian traditions. But the people who controlled the city at that time, because of their personal preferences, insisted on adding something that he called respect for tradition, which was not some original indigenous culture, but somewhat nondescript.

His successor would have wanted to remove these things and make the town a high-tech model to attract more attention and investment from the dark organization. However, he found that these so-called traditions had a cohesive effect, so he not only preserved, but also restored some of them. This attracted many people of curious or Indian descent to come, and the strength of the town soared, and the long-lost Indian culture began to be revived here. They began to hold regular ceremonies or celebrate festivals. Zhang Xingmin and Yang Dalong are now participating in an ancient rain prayer ceremony.

"If it's raining, I'm going to ask the Meteorological Bureau! Here, pray to God and worship Buddha, and use it for a fart! Yang Dalong looked at the people who were religiously waiting for the priest to hold the ceremony, and muttered in a speechless whisper: "Are the people here stupid, the lack of water in this old city is obviously related to the population surge!" Don't they study geography? ”

It was rare to see Yang Dalong take out his scientific knowledge and despise this group of gods, Zhang Xingmin replied in a mocking tone: "They are not stupid! It's the lack of a Zhang Zongchang! If it doesn't rain for three days, first pick up the Dragon Emperor Temple, and then bombard his mother with cannons! ”

Damin and Brother Long used Chinese, and deliberately lowered their voices, mainly for fear of angering this group of gods. But who knows, not far from them, there is a person who is level 10 in Chinese, listening to the conversation between the two of them, his eyes are round and looking at the two of them, and he wants to stop talking.

Damin and Brother Long, who found that the atmosphere was not right, looked over intuitively and found the bearded middle-aged man who was glaring at the two of them. The two of them knew that something was wrong, and that the conversation they had just had was overheard. Fearing that the bearded man would incite the people around him to deal with the two of them together, Damin and Brother Long hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of their feet.

The bearded man watched the young East Asian-looking man run, spat at them, and shouted "Satan" or something like that.

After that, Damin and Brother Long heard a commotion behind them, and it was not clear whether the group was looking for the two of them heretics, or; Or is it a group battle caused by saliva......

The riots did not last long, and the crowd fell silent. It's not because of how high their quality is, but because some big guy has arrived.

From a distance, Zhang Xingmin and Yang Dalong saw that in the center of the crowd, a high staircase rose from the ground, presumably there was some mechanism underground. I saw that layers of steps kept pouring out of the ground, and the crowd kept retreating. It wasn't until the crowd stood still that Damin and Brother Long could see clearly that this layer of steps that shrank from the outside to the inside was simply a high-imitation version of the Mayan pyramid.

"It seems that this group of people is really well prepared!" Damin sighed.

"Yes! Look at the man in the black robe, it's really interesting. Brother Long also casually agreed.

……

The crowd at that time was very quiet, and the conversation between Damin and Brother Long was abrupt. The black-robed man standing in the middle of the steps glanced at them a few times, ignored the two of them, and began to preside over his ceremony. I saw him muttering that he didn't know what language, maybe it was some kind of dying Native American language, or maybe it was just gibberish.

Always, the black-robed man makes the atmosphere very weird and mysterious, comparable to a horror movie.

Then, the quiet crowd began to cheer, and then they all knelt on the ground, raised their hands above their heads in an orderly manner, and kowtowed. As if they could have been trained, only Damin and Brother Long stood stupidly, unable to keep up with the rhythm.

Finding that he was out of place, Brother Long hurriedly pulled Zhang Xingmin to follow these strange people on the ground. But as soon as they lay down, the strange group of people got up, and began to dance for some reason.

Immediately after that, the sound of a percussion instrument like a drum came, and then the sound of a flute-like instrument, and for a long time, the crowd began to quiet down, and this time it was really quiet. Everyone lowered their heads, as if they were obeying the hair.

Damin and Brother Long looked at the group of inexplicable people around them, if they hadn't seen them dressed in modern clothes, the two of them would have thought that they had crossed over! You look at the man sitting in the stand with strange movements, saying that he is not a wizard from ancient times, and no one else believes it.

"What do you mean?" Brother Long thought that he was well-informed, but he had no clue at all, and estimated that Zhang Xingmin's brain was more flexible than him, and he might have seen the clue, so he asked.

"I don't know! I knew we were in trouble! Look, there's a small group of people coming over there for the two of us! As Zhang Xingmin spoke, he pulled up Yang Dalong and wanted to run.

The small group of people saw that Damin and Brother Long wanted to run, and they also stepped up their steps, shouting something in their mouths.

Brother Long didn't understand, but Zhang Xingmin understood, and the group of people was talking about sacrifices.