Origin of Mars

Chapter 59 New World

A brown-gray off-road vehicle was driving along a rugged forest path.

The wide wheels bumped up and down, rushing into the mud puddles, and the muddy water splashed in all directions, causing some wild beasts hidden in the dense forest to flee in a panic.

Where have they seen such a terrifying steel monster, rushing through the forest, as if to destroy everything it touches.

Clay, who was sitting in the co-pilot, took off his sunglasses and poked his head out to look at the vast primeval forest. His eyes were filled with different shades of green, which calmed his heart a lot.

The driver was a dark-skinned man named Duka, who was a local tour guide and lived in a small village outside the primeval forest.

Clay contacted him and gave him an extremely generous reward to act as a guide.

That's enough money for him to splurge for the next ten years.

This guest from afar only asked him to rent the best off-road vehicle, pick him up at the airport at the appointed time, and prepare a set of military forest field uniform for him.

There is also an ambiguous map marked with a red dot.

They are on their way to this red dot.

"About how long."

Clay retracted his head and asked while chewing the dry food he carried with him.

"There are still about 10 minutes. We have to go to a tribe first, sir. They should know the place you mentioned." Duka skillfully grasped the steering wheel and stared ahead.

"You didn't tell me that."

"That's because you turned me down every time I tried to discuss a plan with you."

Duka smiled wryly, "I know the patriarch of that primitive tribe."

"Really? It's just that I don't think there are any plans to talk about. You only have one task, which is to take me to the location of the red dot. After that, I will give you a sum of money, about 20 M gold."

Clay casually bit the compressed biscuit and stared out of the car window intently. He was intoxicated by the beauty of the forest, which was a sight that would never be seen in the city.

Clay's words made Duka's hand tremble slightly.

The total remuneration is about 50 M gold, Duka has never seen so much money in his life.

And he only needs to transport this gentleman to a certain location in the forest to get the money.

"gentlemen."

Duka's throat felt a little stiff, his mind suddenly went blank, and the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

"Do you mean to ask what's in that place?"

Clay took Duka's words.

"No, I just want to ask you why you pay me so much?"

Clay didn't speak, and remained silent for a few seconds, then shrugged: "I don't know what to say, the money is useless to me, your daughter should need it more, I know her bed. It seems to be Is it No. 7-02, Building B?"

Clay's words set off a storm in Duka's heart.

He thought he should keep silent wisely, and he didn't understand how this mysterious man knew so much, but Duka couldn't hear any threat.

His tone was sincere and relaxed.

It's more like a heart-to-heart conversation between friends.

"I wish that beautiful little girl a speedy recovery. You don't have to think too much. I like your attitude towards life very much, Duka."

Clay opened a bottle of mineral water, but the shaking car made him misalign the mouth of the bottle, and instead spilled all over his body.

"Thank you, Mr. Clay."

Duka gradually clenched his hands holding the steering wheel, and smiled helplessly: "I just think that people like you usually sit in a clean and bright office and review documents every day."

"So I'm tired of living like this."

Clay spread his hands, and said casually: "That boring city, boring people, and boring society have already made me go crazy. I think about how to destroy them every day."

"So you came to this forest to relax?"

Facing Clay's seemingly joking words, Duka laughed heartily.

"Does anyone come to this forest often?"

Clay asked suddenly.

"It's not that many archaeological teams have come here often. They are also looking for guides in our village, and the rewards are not low. It's just that I had to take care of my daughter at the time, so I couldn't get away."

Duka thought for a while and explained.

"Well"

Clay nodded slowly, as if thinking about something.

His right hand was gently rubbing the small test tube in the black satchel.

The test tube has been completely filled with growing black matter, and they are slowly wriggling in the darkness, as if they want to break through the hard test tube wall and come to this brand new world.

Clay seemed to be able to feel their excitement throbbing through his fingers, warm and soft, like the skin of a newborn baby.

This is a gift from God, the only way to return the whole dirty world to its original state.

Seeing his appearance, Duka tactfully kept silent. The road in front of him suddenly became more rugged. He had to pay more attention to the road conditions, otherwise he might fall into the bushes beside him.

After 10 minutes, the scene in front of me gradually opened up, and it was a ring-shaped thatched cottage gathered together one by one.

They are lined up in the open space one by one. In front of the door are rows of tall wooden frames, on which are hung dried meat of different shapes. Several piles of bonfires are burning weak flames, and dark-skinned men and women are standing in thatched huts. Before, I looked at this off-road vehicle that was gradually approaching.

"Here we are, Mr. Clay."

Duka stepped on the brakes and parked the car on a flat ground. In the distance, a tall and strong man was walking towards them with two or three tribe members.

This man has an exaggerated headdress and tattoos of various sizes all over his body, drawing the heads of various beasts, or indescribably strange patterns, full of wildness.

"This is the patriarch of the Norma tribe."

Duka jumped out of the car, explained to Clay, and at the same time explained something to the patriarch in the tribal language.

The patriarch has been looking back and forth at Clay's body, his eyes are deep and clear, like a calm lake.

"Gu La Tu."

Clay smiled and stretched out his hand to the patriarch, and said something in the tribal language that he learned temporarily from Duka before departure.

"Gu La Tu"

The patriarch obviously didn't react, and subconsciously stretched out his hand to shake hands with Clay. His voice was deep and dry, as if he had poked a blunt knife through the animal's hide.

"There are probably dozens of Norma tribes living in this forest, and some of them have even settled by the lake and on the branches in the last century."

Duka explained to Clay while walking towards the group of grass houses.

He just explained to the patriarch the reason why they came here, just to find a place, and was willing to give a generous reward, the patriarch accepted it without even thinking about it.

For these primitive tribes who have just come into contact with the real society, the so-called generous rewards are nothing more than some novelty canned food or compressed dried meat.

And these things are their favorite. The several archaeological teams who came here before all traded with them with canned meat.

Passing through simple paddy fields, under the curious eyes of women and children, Clay and Duka walked into the largest thatched hut in the tribe under the guidance of the patriarch.

These huge thatched huts are made of tough and thick branches and vines, and the top is covered with huge leaves. According to Duka, [-] or [-] blood-related families will live together in the thatched huts, and each family will get the benefits of the thatched huts. an area.

At this time, the thatched cottage had been emptied ahead of time, only the patriarch and a few strong naked men sat cross-legged on the ground, and handed Duka and Clay two large and clean leaves.

Clay took the blade with a look of surprise and placed it under his buttocks.

There is no peculiar smell as imagined in the thatched cottage. On the contrary, the ground is clean and tidy, and a comfortable herbal fragrance permeates the nose.

"Karaduba Kasouskala."

The patriarch opened his mouth, and complex and obscure characters spit out from his mouth.

Since Clay's tribal language can only be greeted with three or two sentences, the translation work is still left to Duka.

He seemed to be very proficient in the language of the Norma tribe. He spoke a sentence of proficient tribal language from his mouth, and talked back and forth with the patriarch.

Clay only needs to convey his meaning to Duka, and he can easily translate it into tribal language.

"Sir, he said that two or three archaeological teams have already been to the place you want to go, and it seems that something has been dug up."

"I know, it's okay."

Clay nodded slightly.

After some communication, Clay and the patriarch confirmed each other's thoughts.

The two men behind the patriarch slowly got up. They will serve as the forest guides at the front and escort Clay and Duka to the depths of the jungle.

"Mr. Clay, they finally said that there has been a heavy rain recently, and a phenomenon similar to a ground collapse may occur in that area. Be careful."

Before departure, the heavily armed Duka checked all the equipment and said to Clay.

"You can actually go back, Duka, your mission is complete."

Clay took out an insect-proof hood from his bag, put it on his head, and checked all the cuffs and trousers.

"It's okay, Mr. Clay, I have to accompany you."

Duka snatched the satchel from Clay, "That area is not safe."

Clay's hand clenched the shoulder strap suddenly froze, like a wild cat that had been touched into a restricted area, and a cold light suddenly burst out in his eyes.

Duka was taken aback by Clay's eyes.

He suddenly remembered that this Mr. Clay would always carry this black satchel wherever he went, and hold it tightly close to his body, as if he was afraid of losing it.

When he came back to his senses, Clay had let go of his hand, turned around and followed the two tribal men who walked into the jungle ahead.

Duka's chest rose and fell, his eyes staring at Clay's back changed slightly, and he hurriedly followed.

There is a hot and humid atmosphere in the forest, thick water vapor permeates the air, and condenses into strings of water droplets on the leaves.

Clay's back was soaked, but he couldn't loosen his collar and cuffs, otherwise the keen poisonous mosquitoes in the forest would quickly come to him.

He didn't want to get into trouble for no reason, but the two tribal men were striding forward to split the vine branches blocking the way. The tattoos on their bodies supported by special herbs seemed to be able to resist the infestation of mosquitoes.

Duka followed closely by Clay's side. Did he take out a map and a compass to compare back and forth? He was a very competent guide.

"We're about a fifth of the way there, Mr. Clay."

Duka wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked around.

"clear."

Clay nodded in shock, his eyes glanced at the satchel next to Duka calmly, and continued to walk forward.

It has to be said that, as a human being who has lived in a dense city from birth to adulthood, he was suddenly placed in this virgin forest. Apart from the heavy and suffocating sense of oppression, Clay had no Can't feel any other emotions.

The wide and huge canopy covered the sky and the sun, and the accumulated fallen leaves mixed with the sewage formed a gathering place for all kinds of insects. When you step down, you can see countless lives fleeing in a panic.

Fortunately, there are tribe members opening the way ahead, otherwise those tough and thick vines are another annoying obstacle.

Duka looked at the back of Clare Weigong in front of him, and there were many questions in his mind, but he didn't dare to ask.

He couldn't think of any reason that forced this man to come to this forest, desperately wanting to go deep into the jungle and find the coordinates of a mysterious location.

Duka didn't know what was going on in that place. From what Clay said, it seemed that several archaeological teams had set foot there, but he didn't know whether Clay had any relationship with these archaeological teams.

Could it be the burial point of some treasure?
Or ancient relics?Buried some precious ancient books?
And just as Duka was on his way and thinking, a tribal man in front of him suddenly let out a hurried voice.

He cursed at a certain bush beside him, took off the bow and arrow tied to his back, and sharply pulled it away to point at this bush. The other man also made the same movement as him, aiming at this grove.

It wasn't until everything became quiet for an instant that Duka heard low roars coming from the area ahead.

Like the engine of some kind of vehicle, this threatening roar is becoming clearer. Looking through the bamboo arrows stuck in the air, Clay saw a pair of light-colored pupils looming between the thick leaves.

The pupils of the eyes were filled with extreme anger, and the spotted fur jumped out of the bushes at that moment, and the violent roar resounded throughout the area!

"Damn it! It's a jaguar! How could this beast attack humans on its own initiative! It should stay far away!!"

Duka pulled Clay back, and a slender black shadow was rushing towards a man holding a bow from the front, about tens of meters away from them.

The sharp minions fell through, and the primitive people who had been crawling and rolling in the forest since childhood had already developed the ability to fight wild beasts.

He fell backwards, avoiding the fatal blow, while another of his companions had already drawn his bowstring, and the sharp arrow flashed through the air, and shot at the jaguar!
Perhaps because of the angle, the sharp sword did not penetrate directly into the jaguar's thigh, but wiped out a deep bloodstain, and plunged into the mud beside it.

A moment of pain flooded into the brain of this ferocious beast. At the same time, another primitive man who fell on the ground suddenly let out a high-pitched cry, danced and danced, and his eyes shone brightly.

Strange syllables spit out from his mouth, echoing in the forest, for some reason it made people feel creepy.

Even the injured beast was stunned in place at this moment, its figure subconsciously dodged backwards, assumed an aggressive posture, and confronted this crazy man.

The man's dance was still going on, his movements were flamboyant, filled with a very strange magic power, he approached the jaguar step by step, his mouth became louder and louder.

"Ow!"

Finally, the jaguar let out an unwilling but angry roar, turned around and got into another bush, and disappeared after a few seconds.

The man's strange behavior finally ended, and Duka hurriedly stepped forward to communicate with them.

There was a not-so-shallow claw mark on his body, which was just the result of brushing past the jaguar's sharp claw. It's hard to imagine the result of being hit by that claw head-on.

These two men, who are well versed in the way of the forest, also knew very well that it was impossible to stop this violent beast with only two bows and arrows.

"They usually smoke some hallucinogenic plants."

Duka returned to Clay's side, looked at the tribal man in front of him who was simply treating the wound, and explained: "I mean, with these drugs, they can release chanting spell songs and some actions, and they use this to incarnate Be the shaman, channel the so-called gods, and become the master of the forest."

"They were able to imitate the roar of certain frequencies of some beasts."

Clay, who is engaged in biological research, quickly noticed the scrutiny and said, "It's really an amazing group."

"Yes, countless gold diggers flocked into this forest before the last century, looking for possible gold mines and treasures."

Duka paused, "In the eyes of those gold diggers, these Norma warriors are well-deserved devils."

"What did they do?"

"Well, they killed all outsiders who dared to approach the tribe, dressed them up and hung them on wooden stands, or made skulls into necklaces"

Duka pursed his lips, his face changed slightly, "A series of similar treatment methods."

"Sounds like a barbecue at some party."

Clay smiled and patted him on the shoulder, and continued to walk, "Let's go."

After this jaguar, they did not encounter any strange incidents, and the road conditions in front of them became better and better. The archaeological team who arrived here before seemed to have developed a wide road for them.

The patriarch was right, there was a heavy rain here, and the heavy rain softened several layers of mud, and because the ground had been excavated, these layers of mud collapsed downwards, making the scene in front of him chaotic.

"Here we are, sir."

Duka held the map, compared the coordinates back and forth, turned and said to Clay.

"I know, I can feel it."

Clay stood on a high place, looking down, he slowly closed his eyes, with unprecedented ease and intoxication on his face.

It was the divine book that guided him to this forest. At this time, every leaf seemed to be swarming towards him, exuding joy, and looking forward to the arrival of the new world just like him.

Clay wanted the two Norma warriors to go back, but the two simple men were still waiting not far away.

Although the heavy rain destroyed the surface strata, Clay soon discovered some strange tissues hidden in the mudstone.

It was the entrance of the underground ruins, but the hole was blocked by the muddy stones left behind.

After receiving the folding engineer shovel from Duka, Clay jumped down from the hole and started digging with Duka.

"Sir, this place seems to have been excavated."

Duka looked at the earth wall that was nearly several meters high around him. The oval-shaped pit they were in was obviously the masterpiece of those archaeological teams.

He also finally saw the place Mr. Clay was desperate to find.

Just this seemingly crude underground ruins?

The entrance in front of them has already taken a rough shape, and it extends downward, like a downward-sliding pipeline.

"Yes, they've been here and missed the most important thing."

Clay stepped forward excitedly, grabbed the engineering shovel and continued to dig out the mud and rocks blocking the pipeline.

After everything was cleaned up, Clay took the satchel next to Duka, and suddenly glanced at him:
"For your daughter, Duka, go back."

"Mr. Clay. What are you talking about? I have to stay here to meet you."

The moment Clay picked up the engineering shovel, Duka felt that the man in front of him became more and more strange.

But at this time, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

"No, I don't have time to explain too much to you."

Clay patted him on the shoulder and smiled, "Thank you."

Looking at each other for the last time, Clay had already climbed into this passage, slid down suddenly and disappeared.

Duka subconsciously wanted to reach out to grab him, but only held a puddle of mud.

This is not an entrance at all, but a ventilation duct above the ruins!If you want to go down to the ground, you must use the help of ropes!

This is totally suicidal behavior.

Until Clay's legs hit the hard ground heavily, a slight cracking sound echoed in this huge underground space.

The pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow made Clay's expression even more ferocious.

But he slowly moved out the black satchel under his body, and took out a black test tube from it.

Blood was seeping into the clothes, mixed with sticky sweat.

The location where Clay landed was right in the center of the ruins.

In front of him were raised steps, and at the top was an exquisite stone platform, from which the archaeological team took the wooden box.

A ring of ditches was surrounding him, surrounding the stone platform and the plane where Clay was.

Some strange dark liquid is surging in these ditches. In the liquid, there are countless broken bones. They are layered on top of each other, making one's scalp numb.

Clay supported his mutilated body with his arms, and moved little by little to one side.

He opened the long-sealed test tube, and the black fluid gently climbed up the wall of the test tube, climbed out of the narrow space, and landed on Clay's palm.

“It's wonderful”

"Go and see the world"

Clay laughed, his vision blurred by severe pain and excessive blood loss.

He dipped his palm into the dark liquid, and the black liquid disappeared among countless bones in an instant. At the same time, his palm began to undergo changes visible to the naked eye. The skin peeled off, the muscles disintegrated, and in an instant it turned into a bones.

Clay finally closed his eyes and lay tiredly on the edge of the stone platform. Duka's shouts were coming from above, like ravings, echoing in his world along with a series of past experiences.

(End of this chapter)