As if to confirm my suspicions, he smirked, raised the golden axe in one hand, ripped off my coat with the other, and slashed down at my chest. Seeing the flash of golden light, a famous sentence came to my mind - a piece of Dan heart shines on the red flag, and the two revolutions of the liver and gallbladder are left.

The Cremo people held a huge sacrifice to use me, a thorn in the eye, as dry wood to burn the sacrifice to the sky, but the mask chief had an old enmity with me, and before the execution, he had to pretend to be a public servant and use a golden axe to take my heart and liver to vent his anger.

I thought to myself that if I was going to die, I had to die a glorious and solemn death, like a real man, and I simply stared at the atrocities of the Mask Chieftain with wide eyes. No, the golden axe was cut halfway and stopped on my chest, never getting any closer to it. I said strangely, if it wasn't for this Indian brother's change of sex, or if I had some adventure and creation that I unknowingly cultivated copper skin and iron bones, and even made a sharp golden axe unable to destroy half a point?

I know that it can't be the latter, if that's the case, why should I touch the captain of Jin, and go directly to Zhongnanhai as a bodyguard. But if it's the former, then why did the chief, who wanted to cramp and skin me a second ago, change his mind in an instant and stop killing me?

The Mask Chief stared at my chest for a long time, then finally screamed and threw me to my knees, shouting - Eulabun, Eulabun - and kowtowing. As soon as the other savages heard him shout, they immediately imitated him and worshipped me reverently. I was so depressed in my heart, I looked down at my chest, and I wanted to see if there was a ** who was secretly helping me and carved a gold medal for me to avoid death or something. But my chest was empty, not a single hair or a piece of flesh. Only the gold touch charm that he had taken from the fat man before swayed around his neck. It's not like these barbarians in the Amazon jungle still recognize the talisman of Captain Jin, are they all the descendants of Zongzi zombies?

But there was nothing special on my chest except the touch of the golden talisman, and it would be outrageous to say that they were suddenly impressed by my heroic spirit that regarded death as home. The chief looked up at me again, his eyes were full of fear and awe, the fat man, who had been tied to one side under the big rock, was also confused by this sudden reversal. The fat man twisted his extremely strong body and shouted to me, "Old Hu, what's going on over there?" Why did these donkeys make you lie down? -

I smiled bitterly and said, "Brother, I don't know which one they are singing-

Then you give them a prestige, let us go first! -

Then I remembered that I was still hanging in mid-air, so I deliberately straightened my face and glanced at the chief who was kneeling in front of the giant tree. The chief looked at me in horror, and at once got up from the ground, bowed his head, and went to untie the ropes for me. As soon as I hit the ground, I kicked him hard in the ass. Then he snatched the golden axe from his hand and walked quickly to the bottom of the big rock, and untied the fat man, the four eyes, and Wang Shao. The Cremo natives followed me all the time, hunched over and looking surprisingly respectful.

The fat man shook off the broken rope and moved his wrist: "Old Hu, when did you liberate South America, why didn't you say something earlier-

I explained, "How can I know what is going on when they kneel and worship!" -I took off the gold touch charm and handed it to the fat man,-In my opinion, they are afraid of your gold touch charm-

The fat man took it in disbelief and hung up: "No, the wild man is not a pangolin, what is there to be taboo about touching the gold talisman?" -

As soon as he hung up the golden talisman, the Mask Chief ran up from behind me, and this time without looking at me, he gave the fat man a big salute. Qin Siyan took out the firearm from our tent and was uncomfortable by the kneeling Cremo savages. After listening to my description of the sacrifice, he said with certainty: "I agree with the shopkeeper that it is this golden talisman that the Cremo people worshipped. They must have some connection with the legendary Captain Touching Gold-

Wang Qingzheng didn't care about this, he picked up the pistol left by the bald scoop, and grabbed the chief: "Let me ask you, what about the bald head with us?" The man with the wound on the head, where is he? Where did you get him? -

The native naturally could not understand the Chinese he spoke, and shook his head vigorously, covering his head with both hands. Qin Siyan explained to him in Spanish and the Quechua language that he was learning and selling, and they finally understood what the big bald head meant. A small black Indian warrior pointed to the woods below the mountain and made a gesture, which roughly meant that the vicious bald head had already been carried down the mountain by them to feed the beasts. Wang Qingzheng slapped him on the spot and almost shot the chief.

I stopped him and said, "It's useless for you to kill people now." Let's let them lead the way, find Liu Meng first-

Four-Eyes thought more carefully than I did, and he said, "Find two natives to lead the way, and Wang Shao and I can go." Shopkeeper, you have to stay here, get the truth out of the matter, and be careful of the embankment Lin Fang, this woman is very cunning, we still don't know her true face, we have to guard against it-

Qin Siyan and Wang Shao took two Cremo savages who knew the way down the mountain to find Liu Meng's whereabouts. The fat man and I stayed in the Malik Lair to ask the Mask Chief what was going on. However, we didn't understand the language, so we had to gesture and compare dumb riddles, and after a long time, I didn't understand half of the words, and I was suffocated.

The fat man and I were so depressed that we couldn't help but speak louder. The Mask Chieftain seemed to be afraid of angering us, and stood by in sincere fear. At this moment, a panicked-looking native slowly approached us from the other side of the hill. He was in a very awkward position, stuck in the middle of the hillside, constantly waving to me, and putting his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. Whenever the Mask Chief looked over at me, the natives at the bottom of the hillside would stick to the ground, as if hiding from the Chief and not wanting to be discovered by him.

I said to the fat man, "There's a situation over there, I'll go over and take a look." You continue to talk to this landlord -

The fat man pointed at the chief and said, "Just his pig brain, talk about fart!" Why are you going? If you pee, I'll go with you-

I said hold back a little longer, I'm down to business now, you watch for me, don't let him follow me-

The fat man agreed, and as soon as I turned around, the chief tried to follow, but the fat man snorted and drank back, and did not dare to move. I slid down the hill briskly, surrounded by rubble and bones, and the native who had been waving at me was nowhere to be found. I thought to myself, is it a dazzled mistake? Suddenly, something cold grabbed my wrist, and a voice shouted at my feet, "Help." ”

This sentence in Chinese sounded twisted, I looked down and saw a native lying on the rocky beach, without the slightest scar on his body, but he looked panicked, his voice trembled, pulled me hard, and said: "Help-

I am very sure that he is the native who waved to me with the chief on his back, this man has messy hair but not long hair, dark but not dark skin, strong but not thick, wild but not fierce, although he is an authentic Indian, but there is a clear difference from the Cremo savages who live in the Amazon forest, and most importantly, he asked me for help in Chinese, indicating that he knows that I am Chinese, and from this point of view alone, there must be a lot of articles behind it.

I leaned down and asked him, "Who are you, and how do you get mixed up in the wild crowd?" -