Most of the herdsmen's children grew up on horseback, and the little curly hair was only nine years old at the time, and his equestrian skills were already quite proficient. We rode our horses and whipped all the way over the mountains, the surrounding scenery was undulating, and as we passed through the marshland, the horses' posture sometimes rose and sometimes rushed down, which really made me sweat. Not far from the holy spring, the horse can no longer pass guò, and there are strange branches growing in front of it, which is strange to say, passing through the strange forest near the holy spring, the trees are tall, and a road flashes in the middle, which suddenly opens up, but it is not artificially paved.

We let the horses out to graze and then walked to the spring, which is about half a meter in diameter, and the water is extremely clear, and the most interesting thing is that when you make a sound, the water in the spring will make waves, crystal clear. As the frequency of the sound increases, the splash also speeds up or slows down, which is amazing. In the eyes of the locals, the springs are sacred, and the surrounding trees are covered with small signs of people making wishes.

It's just that no matter how sacred the holy spring is in the eyes of the locals, there has never been any legend of rejuvenation, otherwise old Erken would not have gone down early to take a cold bath. I told you the story of the original in Kanas as entertainment after cooking, and the fat man teased me and said: "I didn't expect that you were also young, Lao Hu, and you were quite pursuing back then—I just wanted to refute him, but I saw the bald lady who had been chatting with the old chief in the big tent from a distance, and suddenly came out with a bitter face. I rarely see him put a look on his face, thinking that something might be wrong. Bald Scoop walked up to the campfire, sat cross-legged, and said to us, "It's likely that Sima Xian's team has already run ahead of us-

Hearing him say this, the mood of several of us instantly became nervous. Xiao Wang Ba took the lead and asked, "Didn't we just fight with his men when we were in Cusco?" You can't be faster than us, where did you hear about it? ――

No, I was asking the chief for a Spanish-speaking native. He told me that the only person in the village who could speak a foreign language was a hunter named Yadong, who was in charge of the village's foreign trade, and every month he had to take the prey of the villagers to the town in exchange for necessities, and when there was a big festival, he would ride a donkey to the bigger town farther away, and sell handicrafts made by women to tourists, so Yadong could speak some Spanish and English. But three days ago, an Asian woman came to the village of Titama with a few Caucasians and paid a high price for a guide, who said she was a magazine reporter and wanted to go to the jungle to shoot some material. Adong asks the chief for leave to make extra money. I didn't expect to go for three days, and I haven't come back until now, and his wife and children are going crazy-

When I first heard the words "Asian woman", my heart skipped a beat, but then I thought about it, Shirley Young had left in a hurry, and there was no entourage with him. Besides, if she had time to ask for a guide, how could she not leave us a clue. This Asian woman, who claims to be a journalist, is likely to be the draftsman of the Academy of Sciences in Jiang Ping's mouth, the only female member of the bamboo pole group. If it was really her, then the bamboo pole team must have been divided into two teams, one team led by the black man to do the interception mission in Cusco, and the other team was led by the mapper, who went deep into the Amazon rainforest before us.

I felt that this clue was extraordinary and worthy of in-depth investigation, so I went to the red-haired chieftain's tent again with the bald scoop to verify it.

As we entered, the old chieftain was holding the knot at his waist, not knowing what he was thinking, and beside him knelt an Indian boy of fifteen or sixteen with an anxious expression. The bald lady pulled me to sit aside and whispered, "Kipu Kamaya is divining this young man with a knot, let's wait a minute-

As it was getting late, the natives had planted torches on the pillars around the tent, and Chief Kamaya sat on a felt sewn from the skins of a jaguar, fumbling with the knots and speaking to the Indian boy in a language I did not understand. Sure enough, the young man's face slowly showed an anxious and lost look. My heart says that if everything can be predicted, then what is the meaning of living in this world. "The Incas trusted divination, and it is said that before the Spanish invasion of the Incas, the sorcerers saw the sun surrounded by three circles, and the whole country was terrified. So much so that after the Spanish invaders came to the Incas, for a long time they were worshipped as the god of salvation and national crisis-

I sighed: "This is the evil result of feudal superstition, the simple Inca people must not have thought that the seemingly kind alien gods are just some invaders equipped with modern weapons, and they are not here to relieve the Incas from the crisis, but to rob gold and land-

I don't know what the red-haired chief said, but the Indian boy suddenly argued with him fiercely, and they spoke so fast that the bald lady didn't have time to understand, let alone translate to me. The old chief calmly explained to him that he did not want the boy to speak more and more urgently, and at last he simply stamped his feet and rushed out of the big tent.

I said in my heart that this dead boy is not big, his temper is not small, and he dares to play tricks with the tribal chief in front of the guests, and he must be beaten when he turns back, but I don't know if the Indians have a law for the protection of minors, don't beat the good baby stupidly when you look back.

Chief Kamaya did not hold the boy responsible, he looked at us as if nothing had happened. Bald and I saluted the chief, and then went straight to the point and asked about the guide named Yadong and the Asian female reporter.

From the memories of the red-haired chieftain, we know some of the physical characteristics of the Asian woman, who is about 1.7 meters tall, with short black hair that reaches her ears and a doll head. This is clearly not Shirley Yang's style, and it is not the petite draftsman I met at the Shanghai airport. Her team consisted of six people, including three white men and two Peruvian locals, in addition to her. They carried large lighting equipment and an amphibious off-road vehicle. After listening to the chief's description, the bald lady breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't look like they are Sima Xian's people, just now I was too worried-

I said, "It's always good to think about it one more step, so as not to be caught off guard by others." Since there was no guide, we had to mark the route as clearly as we could before entering the jungle, and now that we had the chance, it was better to ask the chief directly-the bald lady conveyed my meaning to the chief, and the old man smiled and said to me OK.

I took out the map that I had rearranged in advance and asked Chief Kamaya for directions. He wore reading glasses, only glanced at it, and waved his hand directly at us. The bald lady hurriedly asked him what was going on, and the two of them negotiated a while, and the bald lady explained to me with a miserable face: "He said that the place we are going to is on the other side of the Devil's Bridge, and only the local natives who live in the interior of the Amazon know the way. The people of Titama are confined to the outskirts of the river and do not know what it is like to penetrate deep into the rainforest. There is no way to show us a detailed route. He also said that the Devil's Bridge is the home of the devils, and that there are dangers and legends of cannibals. The chief wanted us to cherish life and not to take risks - seeing that the night was getting dark, and it was inconvenient for us to continue to disturb the old chief's rest, we had to take our leave.

We ate a closed door at Chief Kamaya's, and we were very disappointed. Unexpectedly, as soon as the curtain on the tent was lifted, a small black hand reached out from the side. If you look closely, it is the young man who had an argument with the old chief in the tent before, and it turned out that he had not gone far just now, but had hidden in the pyre next to the tent and eavesdropped on our conversation with the chief. He led us to a secluded place, and whispered to the bald lady, looking very eager. I asked the bald boy what he said, and he couldn't hold back his excitement and said to me, "This kid knows the way to the Devil's Bridge, and he said he would like to be our guide.

I thought it was strange when I heard it, the old chief had said that no one in the village had ever been to the other side of the Devil's Bridge, and the boy in front of him looked to be no more than fifteen or sixteen years old. Furthermore, if what this little bean said is true, then why did the old chief deceive us that no one in the village knew the way to the Devil's Bridge? Is there a big secret to this? I couldn't explain clearly for a while, so I took Xiao Douding to the grass hut of a few of us and asked him to sit down and talk slowly. Unexpectedly, this talk revealed many truths that were deliberately hidden by Chief Kamaya.