I thought to myself that there could be some big treasures in the Savage Tribe, and the most valuable thing was the Three-Eyed Golden Mask, and it had already been handed over. Four eyes rushed to me, held up the file in his hand, and couldn't help but invite the merit: "I had nothing to do, so I went to the tent where their witch doctor lived to look through it, but I didn't expect it to be touched." Take a look, there is Chinese in this-

The fat man and I thought we had misheard, and hurriedly took the worn-out parchment dossier and flipped through it, a very thick dossier divided into several parts, which had been nailed up with sun-dried sheep's intestines. On the cover of the dossier is a golden talisman shaped like a crescent moon. I didn't have time to look through it, but I already knew that all the secrets were hidden in this file, and I hugged my eyes: "Barrister, you are too great!" It's so important to us! -

Four-eyed grinning led me to the campfire, and the fat man and he sat quietly for fear of disturbing me to read, and I spent most of the night deciphering the parchment scroll in Cremo, Chinese, and English, gradually sorting out the story of the Kramo witch doctor.

The fat man asked me what was going on, and I was amazed: "If you don't believe it, if you don't have this dossier in hand, I don't want to believe that there is such a coincidence in the world, this is God's fate-

Four eyes pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose: "Shopkeeper, don't sell it, tell me quickly, what's going on-

I looked at the sky that was gradually revealing the white of the fish's belly, and lowered my voice and said, "The witch doctors in the cave are not the same branch as the Cremo people, they are all descendants of the local natives and a group of gold diggers in the late Qing Dynasty-

As soon as I said something, the fat man was already so happy that he couldn't close his mouth: "Old Hu, I don't know you yet, and I'm starting to make up nonsense to deceive people again." Just the ghost looks like they have long horns and pierced holes, how can they be the descendants of our Chinese dragon vein-

I shook my head, patted the dossier in my hand, and turned one of the pages: "All this changes start with an ancient tomb in the Amazon jungle-

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the influx of new ideas gave the Chinese people a broader vision, and four craftsmen who ran the handlebars met a businessman who was doing business in Nanyang by chance, and boarded a ferry with a plan to come to the Americas to dig gold. As the so-called art masters are bold, this group of people feel that instead of being poor in China for a lifetime, it is better to go to sea to gamble. At that time, the Nanyang people also knew little about the situation in the Americas, and they didn't even know the difference between South America and North America, but they only knew that they heard foreigners say that the United States was full of gold and that their lives were very happy and beautiful. As a result, the group went to the jungle of South America in a daze, and the four craftsmen had never seen the world again, and they knew that they had been deceived, and the Nanyang businessmen had to tell them that they had learned the feng shui art of Xiangdi Kanxing, and had found a tomb of a foreign emperor here, and only asked everyone to make a fortune together. However, he didn't dare to tell others, his feng shui secret technique was heard from the mouth of the storyteller, and he only knew that the grave robbers and gravediggers in the world had the most money. Therefore, he said that his true identity is to touch the golden captain, who can find the dragon's point and find the place of the world's abundant burial.

The four craftsmen only wanted to make a fortune, and regardless of whether they were digging for gold or ancient tombs, they temporarily spared the businessman and let him wander the mountains to find the tomb of the legendary foreign emperor. It can be regarded as his ancestor Jide burned high incense, and a few days later, he really found the location of a tomb. The five of them felt blessed, but they never thought that they were digging a devil's grave.

At this point in the story, I stopped, and my eyes could hear it, urging me to continue. I clapped my hands and said helplessly, "It's gone below." There is so much in Chinese, and it is all vernacular. The rest is a mess of ghost drawings. If you can read it, you see-

The fat man snatched the dossier, flipped through it back and forth, and finally threw it on the ground: "Isn't this nonsense, I can't understand it after half of it." Four-eyed you said, is this your idle egg pain, made it up by yourself - four-eyes shouted wronged, I relieved him and said: "We went up the mountain for a while, and his head was not caught by the door - I thought about it and inferred my second half of the story to say that these five people may have touched some kind of curse in the tomb, one person died in the tomb on the spot, and ended up with a person who is not like a person and a ghost, and the others no longer dare to go out of the jungle, afraid that they will show their ghost horns after death, and be destroyed by others as monsters, In the end, he had to stay in a foreign land and intermarry with the local natives, and became a witch doctor in the tribe by relying on the trick of abduction and abduction. They proclaimed themselves messengers of the gods and returned to heaven after death, but in fact they wanted to hide the secret of their mutations after death. I picked up the parchment scroll and flipped through a tattered page: "Look at the tombs on this map, do you think they look familiar?" -

The fat man had sharp eyes and recognized at a glance that this was the tomb of the witch doctor that we had just climbed - hey, how could there be a floor under this tomb? -

I smiled and said, "Yes, this witch doctor's tomb is just a roof, and the real tomb is hidden under the grotto, which is someone deliberately made a feng shui bureau of golden roosters and phoenixes, wanting to confuse the public-

When the fat man heard about the ancient tomb, he was more active than anyone else: "I know, how can there be no burial goods in the tomb, and the corpse cocoon in a hole scares anyone!" Let's go back and have a look, maybe there's a hole of treasure waiting for us-

Four eyes frowned: "Shopkeeper, don't you think there is a problem with this catacomb?" ——

Of course there is a problem, I suspect, this is the last hundred ghost pit dug by the late Qing Dynasty gold diggers-

The three of us were silent for a moment, deciding to wait for the bald lady to wake up. This wait was three days, and under Wang Shao's careful care, the bald scoop finally came to his senses. I told him what had happened. He also expressed great interest in the Hundred Ghost Pit. We brought the Mask Chief to him for questioning, and then spoke to the Vulture in Quechua, one interpreter after another, and everyone next to us was dizzy. The bald scoop's wounds had not yet healed, and his native language was limited, but he had intercepted an important piece of information: the chief's mask had been exchanged for a golden scepter from a yellow-skinned man three days earlier.

I hurriedly asked what the golden scepter looked like, what the man looked like, and why did he exchange the three-eyed mask for the golden scepter? The chief was taken aback by me, and hesitated for a long time, and then the bald lady said, "The golden scepter is an ordinary stick, which the witch doctor usually uses to scold his subordinates, and when the chief saw that he was dead, and that someone was willing to exchange it for a beautiful mask, he agreed-