Summer 2013, Amazon jungle, Golden City archeological team.
The legend of Golden City and Golden Lake had been circulating in the American continent for hundreds of years. For hundreds of years, explorers from all over the world had come in an endless stream, but from beginning to end, no one had ever seen the true appearance of Golden City, which had sunk into Golden Lake.
Perhaps, only the emperor of the Incan Empire, who had built Golden City in the legends, had seen the true appearance of Golden City.
A small temporary camp had been set up in the jungle. This archeological team of Golden City had a total of 23 people, and the leader was a professor of archeology named Doroin.
At this time, Professor Doroin was in a tent discussing with his assistant, a native who was responsible for leading the way and was familiar with the local jungle environment, and a retired soldier in the team who was responsible for the military force.
They had been in the jungle for 20 days. They had arrived at Golden Lake long ago, but they had no clue about Golden City.
Many years ago, the local government had sent the army to protect Golden Lake and put an end to illegal exploration. But even the army was not strong enough, and there were still many people who sneaked into the forbidden area. As time passed, the local government's supervision of this place was not as good as before.
"Professor Doroin, our supplies are running out," the retired soldier said. The one who spoke was the veteran, Sang Ta. "The remaining food can only support us for another four days at most. Otherwise, we will starve on the way back."
"Santa, my old friend! Please give me some more time! " Professor Doroin pleaded. "I have been studying the Incan civilization all my life. I believe that Golden City definitely exists, and the entrance is nearby."
"One week, at most one week." Santa frowned. "Professor, you should understand that you and I are hired to come here, and I am the leader of this team, but I also have the responsibility to ensure the safety of everyone."
This was not an archeological expedition initiated by Professor Doroin, but one with a sponsor. The sponsor provided Professor Doroin with a lot of information, and with Professor Doroin's recommendation, Santa was appointed as the leader.
But this time, the sponsor did not come with the team. It was even possible that the sponsor was commissioned by someone else. He was just a middleman — no one knew who the real boss of this expedition was.
…
But even if Sonata promised to spare some time, Professor Doroin still frowned as he looked at the maps spread out on the ground. At this moment, there was a sudden cheer outside the tent.
The few of them walked out in confusion and found that the members of the archaeological team were gathered together and shouting. Professor Doroin called over a member and asked about the matter.
"Professor, one of the team members hunted a wild boar in the forest. Everyone is happy and discussing how to eat it."
Professor Doroin was taken aback and nodded. "Oh? Hunting? Who hunted it? "
Sunta couldn't help but become curious … Cultured people thought that hunting a wild boar might be a simple task for a hunter. However, this was not the case. An adult wild boar was very aggressive. If one was not careful, it could even bring about life-threatening danger.
The team member pointed forward and saw a man sitting under a tree with a hat covering his face, half-lying down.
Professor Doroin curiously led his men over. "You hunted the wild boar? How did you do it? "
The young man took off his hat. Under his messy hair was a slightly tanned face. It should have been tanned by the sun during this period … It was a rare Oriental face.
Professor Doroin was a little puzzled. He remembered that this person was indeed in his archaeological team, but he was not his student. Sunta brought him in when he was recruiting people.
Looking at the situation, Sunta did not seem to be very familiar with this young man. However, Professor Doroin and Sunta had known each other for many years. He knew that Sunta was not an irresponsible person … This young man should have something extraordinary.
"Song, did you really hunt this wild boar by yourself?" Sunta was surprised at this time.
He found this young man in the tavern. At that time, he saw him fighting with the drunkards in the bar. He was quite good at fighting, so he chatted with him. After that, they hit it off, and then he joined the archaeological team.
Sunta did not know his full name. He only knew that he asked others to call him Song.
"Is there a problem?" Song yawned at this time. He was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, and there was always a faint smile on his face.
In these twenty days, Song basically did not communicate with the people in the team. He appeared to be a man of few words. He just silently followed the team and did his own things.
"Amazing!" Sunta laughed at this time.
Song shrugged and said indifferently, "I've been a little tired of eating dry food recently. I want to eat some fresh meat. Maybe I'm lucky. I planned to just catch two fish and roast it myself, but then this big guy came to me. "
This big wild boar was enough for the whole team to eat for a day and a half. It was undoubtedly good news for the archaeological team that was short of supplies.
But Professor Doroin suddenly said, "Song, what are you holding in your hand?"
Song was stunned, then he raised his hand. On his wrist was a small ornament carved out of bone. "This … I picked it up from the ground. It looked quite special, so I wore it. Is there a problem?"
Professor Doroin grabbed Song's wrist and carefully examined the small ornament. "This is a kind of ornament worn by soldiers during the Inca Dynasty. Its function is similar to the military badges worn by some soldiers in the army today. It is used to identify one's identity. Where … where did he find this thing? Song, you must tell me! This may be a major breakthrough! "
"I see …" Song thought for a while and said, "I can't tell you the exact place, but I can bring you there."
"Right away! We'll go there right away! "
Professor Doroin was so excited that even his neck was red. He then asked Sunta to leave a few people behind to guard the camp and set off with the team.
Song brought the archaeological team to the bottom of a small waterfall, but it was not an easy journey. Even Sunta, a veteran with field experience, was sweating profusely by the time he arrived, not to mention a scholar like Professor Doroin.
At this time, Song stood on a big rock in the pool under the waterfall and pointed at the bottom of the waterfall. "There seems to be a small cave there, but it's too dark. I was worried that there might be poisonous snakes hiding inside, so I didn't go in. This thing was found in there. "
Professor Doroin was resting on the ground. When he heard that, he quickly got up and shouted, "Quick, quick! Sunta, find some ropes. I want to go in and take a look myself! "
Song raised his head and looked at the top of the waterfall. Which branch of the Amazon River had diverged a few times before reaching this place?
Looking at the members of the archeological team who were busy exploring the cave under the waterfall, a smile appeared on Song's face. He muttered softly, "It's true. If they don't give us any clues, it's useless... I almost wasted my pocket money for nothing. Sigh."
After stretching his muscles, Song jumped into the pool and swam toward the bottom of the waterfall … This was not the first time he explored this place.
The last time was a few months ago, and the team last time … was wiped out!
The impact of the water suddenly soared. Every inch forward took a lot of effort. However, at this time, Song seemed to hear some kind of sound.
It was a whisper that had been occasionally ringing in his mind since he survived a few months ago. He tried countless times to remember these strange sounds and its syllables, but every time he tried, he was so confused.
He seemed to understand the meaning of these whispers, but he could not organize them in his mind. They were always so specious.
"What kind of secret is hidden in here … I'm really looking forward to it!"
Someone from the archeological team had already arrived and tied a rope. Everyone pulled on the rope and slowly made their way past the waterfall. They arrived at the back of the waterfall … Just as Song had said, there was a cave that was neither too big nor too small.
Professor Doroin looked around while Sonata observed the edge of the cave. "There are traces of excavation here. Although it has been severely eroded by the flowing water, it can still be seen that … someone has been here before."
"I'm afraid it's the ancient people of the Inca Dynasty!" Professor Doroin took a deep breath, took a strong light from the team member, and shone it into the cave.
This section of the road was not easy to walk. It was downwards, and most of the road was filled with gravel. Because of the water vapor, it was very easy to slip and fall.
However, after going downwards for a while, the interior had become dry. After about 50 meters, Professor Doroin found some ancient murals on the wall, which made Professor Doroin very excited.
"This is a painting of a sacrifice!" Professor Doroin said loudly. "Sure enough, the information given to me by the mysterious investor is not wrong. This is the recording method used by the ancient people of the Inca Dynasty!"
"Is … is it the City of Gold?" A student of Professor Doroin asked nervously.
"This … this doesn't seem to record the City of Gold." Professor Doroin touched these murals step by step as he walked over. When he arrived before the last mural, he suddenly stopped. His expression was somewhat surprised as he muttered to himself, "A black sun, swallowing the sky … What does that mean?"
On the mural, a black sun was engraved. The ancient Inca people below were kneeling on the ground. Next to them was an image of an ancient person who looked like a sacrifice, with tears in his eyes.
Song was behind the team. He looked at the team members surrounding the mural and did not say a word. He silently observed the surroundings and pressed his hand on his waist where the pistol was placed.
"Teacher, what does the black sun mean?"
Professor Doroin frowned and said, "The Inca Dynasty had their own worship. They worshipped the Sun God, the guardian of the Inca Empire. In the Inca civilization, the Sun God's name was Indi, the son of the God of Creation, Veracocha. But Indi was the incarnation of the Sun and should be a symbol of light … Why did the ancient Inca carve a black sun? I don't understand this either … But this discovery is probably a major discovery of the Inca civilization! Hurry up and record all the murals here. Remember, don't miss anything! "
Sang Ta was not interested in this kind of archaeological research — he was more interested in finding the wealth in the City of Gold. So, he looked at the other parts of the cave.
Suddenly, Sang Ta stopped because he found some modern tools in the corner of the wall — a water bottle for outdoor use, a pair of hiking shoes, and a few bullet shells!
Someone had been to this place earlier than them!
Sang Ta suddenly thought of Song, the mysterious and capable guy. He remembered that when he was looking around, Song was beside him. So, he said, "Song, come and look at the things here! Song! "
However, after Sang Ta shouted a few times, he did not get a response. He could not help but turn his head in confusion, only to find that Song had disappeared — at least, he was not in his line of sight.
Sang Ta frowned. Not far away, Professor Doroin and a group of people were busy recording information. The others in the team were assisting from the side and did not notice Sang Ta's actions.
"Song?" Sang Ta called Song again … Suddenly, something flashed in front of his eyes.
A black shadow!
It was too fast. Sang Ta subconsciously fired a shot at the place where the black shadow had flashed past. The sound of the gunshot instantly alarmed everyone!
"What happened!" Professor Doroin asked in horror.
Sang Ta replied loudly, "I don't know, but … but there seems to be something here!"
He looked back at the team and shouted again, "Everyone, be careful. There may be something dangerous hidden here … What's wrong with you?"
He saw that the team was looking at him with a frightened expression. Sang Ta frowned. When he realized what was going on, he broke out in cold sweat.
He swallowed his saliva and slowly turned his head. In the darkness, he saw a pair of huge eyes staring at him!
"Hiss —!!!!"
What Sang Ta saw was a terrifyingly large, bloody mouth! It was actually an incomparably huge python. Its entire body was covered in black scales, and there was even a single blood red horn on its head!
By the time Sang Ta reacted, his vision had turned black. His entire upper body had been swallowed by the terrifying python!
After swallowing half of Sang Ta's body, the black single-horned python raised its head and saw Sang Ta's legs struggling frantically in the python's mouth. In the end, they went limp. The python opened its mouth again and swallowed Sang Ta's whole body.
At this moment, the archaeological team was in a complete panic.
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