The Sacred Spring Chapter 18: The Funeral of the Savage (2)
The answer is the coastal salt works. In ancient and modern times, salt has always been controlled by the state, and the owner of this salt farm is Capac? Prince Yupanki, the younger brother of the Emperor of Lovers. Kaka is excellent in the salt pans, low-key, and unusually religiously strong. The head of the salt works admired Kaka very much and recommended him to the prince. Prince Kapak Yupanki lost to his elder brother when he ran for the leadership of the country, so he went to the coastal area in a fit of anger and became the emperor of the land. As soon as he looked at Kaka's information, he was actually his brother's rival in love, and he was so happy that he leaned forward and turned back, feeling that his time had come to slap his brother. So Prince Kapak Yupanki gave Kaka the status of nobility and the corresponding wealth, so that he could marry his sweetheart and fulfill his original vows.
Originally, it should have ended successfully, but Kaka, this kid, is a dead eye. He pondered that it would only take five days to rush back to his hometown from the salt works, so when there were still seven days before a year ago, he asked the prince for leave and went on the road, thinking that he would give his hometown an unexpected surprise.
It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven, and a rare rainstorm suddenly hit, washing away Kaka's surprise and giving him the most terrible accident in his life.
Torrential rains hampered Kaka's journey, and on the seventh day, he was stranded on the opposite bank across the bridge from his hometown, which had been destroyed a few days earlier. Kaka stood on this side of the bridge, and could even see the fiery wedding team on the other side. At this time, there was only an hour left before dawn, and Kaka and Chasca looked across the bank, anxious. In the wind and rain, he almost jumped into the river in despair, until the voice of the demon Marik rang out: "Young man, I admire your courage, but your lord god Virakocha has abandoned you. Only I can help you, I can build you a bridge to the other side, but when you die, you will give me your soul as a reward. What do you think? -
Kaka had no choice but to agree to the devil's condition and become a dead horse doctor. The two agreed that if Marik built a bridge to the other side of Kaka within an hour, he would be able to obtain Kaka's soul. Malik used his powers to make the rocks obey his call and rush towards the river, and in a few moments, a stone bridge was about to be completed. Malik was proud because it wasn't long before he could snatch the souls of the Faithful from his rival Veracocha. How did he know that Virakocha was already hiding in the shadows at the moment, ready to surprise this hard-working little devil.
Saying that the sun was already showing its edge, and the whole bridge was about to be completed, Malik chose the last small stone to fill the gap in the bridge. But for some reason, this little stone just didn't obey his orders, and Marik was very angry, but unfortunately the little stone just couldn't be moved, because the great creator god Verakocha was attached to the bottom of it, and even if Marik had the ability to go to heaven, he couldn't drive this stone that carried the god of creation. The demon with a tendon just died with a small stone, and he didn't know how to try another stone.
At this time, the rooster in the distance began to crow, and the appointment of an hour had arrived, and Kaka won the bet with the devil under the pretext of the last stone. Marik lost his soul because of an inconsequential pebble, and he became angry, and from then on he used this stone bridge as a boundary, and he did not interact with mankind in old age, and the other side of the river was naturally subsumed into Marik's territory, and no one dared to set foot in that devil's land again.
I listened with relish and was full of anticipation for the upcoming Devil's Bridge. Because of this story, the whole dreary journey has a new fun, and we discuss what is the magic of the world on the other side of the Devil's Bridge, and before we know it, it is late at night. The bald scoop, who was walking at the front of the line, suddenly half-crouched down, raised his right palm and clenched it into a fist in the air, I knew that this was a gesture of emergency in front of me, and immediately spread his arm to block a few people behind.
The fat man and the others had been chatting in the back, and I stopped them suddenly, and they all stopped talking, and looked at me with wide eyes. I lowered my body, made a prostrate gesture to them, and slowly leaned over to the bald scoop at the front.
One or two hundred meters away from him, I saw sporadic fires through the dense woods, and gradually some noise came, and the bald scoop crawled motionless in the grass in front of me, and I approached him while secretly scolding myself for negligence, thinking only about those wild ghost stories, and forgetting to pay attention to the situation around me.
The bald lady heard my movement, slowly moved to the side, and then pointed to the other side of the bush and said, "We're hitting the muzzle of the gun this time, the whole nest of Amazonian savages-
I looked away from the branches in front of me and saw that it was not just in time for the savages to hold a meeting, and in the clearing on the bank of the river were thirty or forty tall and disheveled Amazon savages. Among them were men and women, and there were many children mixed in. All of them were ragged, and their faces were painted with something, and they shimmered with an eerie blue light in the dark night. Not far away, on the embankment, there was a pile of rocks, and the corpses of four or five savages were lined up on the ground, and I recognized the tallest of them as the stone axe savage who had been killed by the fat man, and said to the bald scoop, "They may have gathered here to hold a funeral for their dead compatriots, but how could so many people have died?" I remember that there was only one wild man who was shot by us-Bald Scoop nodded: "The young master and I were surrounded by three or four wild men at that time, so we didn't dare to fight, but just put a few shots to scare them." The few remaining savages couldn't have been killed by us-
The savages on the banks of the river raised their torches one after another, shouted strange slogans in a circle, and then began to dance around the bonfire gods and demons. Their swaying figures in the night were like a group of lonely ghosts who had just crawled out of the coffin, very terrifying. At this time, the fat man also got to my side, and when he looked at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but say, "Savage Congress, this is, where did so many natives come from. Oh my god, isn't that big axe on the ground that we killed in the afternoon? How did so many people die at once? -
I said, "The most important thing now is to get out of here safely and not be detected by them." Fat man, you are responsible for taking the four eyes and Wang Shao to withdraw first, and I and the bald scoop will stay and keep guard. You go one by one, don't shoot-
The fat man refused to let me cooperate with the bald scoop: "I don't feel at ease if I leave this kind of work to him, I'll stay-
I said, "It's because he doesn't feel at ease that he stays, in case the people of the Wang family are withdrawn, and if they turn around and shoot again, won't we both be exposed-