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Chapter 225 The Uninvited Guest

"This time we have to have a good chat."

Wu Qing's meaning is simple and clear, it is for the gold in the Shoshone temple.

There was a trace of paleness on Tlaloc's taut brown face. Anyone who saw the corpses all over the floor, especially if these corpses had a good conversation with him five minutes ago, would probably show this expression.From an old man's point of view, if he didn't panic, he was already considered to be in shock.

Xiding's teeth chattered and translated Wu Qing's words to Tlaloc.

Tlaloc looked cold and asked,
"The only one who offended you was a bald Fokker, but you killed the entire expedition."

Xi Ding translated, Wu Qing glanced at it, and was too lazy to answer.

But his thinking is very simple and clear, the one who caused the trouble was the bald Fogg, and the one who got beaten was Xi Ding... Reasonable?The reason is that if you kill the bald Fokker, the other white ghosts will make trouble for you, and if you kill the other white ghosts, the steam guards will make trouble for you... Kill them all, there will be no trouble, there will be nothing' It's a vulgar plot like "Small to Old".

Tlaloc looked calmly at the starry sky exposed after the red steam disappeared, and then at the condensed pool of blood under Wu Qing's feet. He said coldly in English,
"In short, show me nothing but hollowness and fall,
But everything that dies—your being,
Like a spun yarn that slides in a delicate mechanism, causing confusion, if not stopping it..."

Tlaloc took a look at Wu Qing, and saw that Wu Qing seemed to be listening to his ramblings with great interest, he said coldly,
"Then I think that only death can take me from me; perhaps only death can make you all of me; perhaps you are my death, the death I was born with!"

Sonorous and powerful!After speaking, he looked up at the starry sky.

(Note: Paz's poem "Sunstone")
Wu Qing picked out her ears, looked at Xi Ding,
"what did he say?"

"Forehead……"

It was a little difficult for Xi Ding to translate a large section of poetry. He scratched his head, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
"He is saying that he is not afraid of death, so please kill him, sir!"

Xi Ding clearly spoke Chinese, but Wu Qing saw Tlaloc's face and pupils shrink a little,
Wu Qing smiled lightly, followed Tlaloc's gaze and turned her head to look at the starry sky behind the sky. Looking back, her gaze paused for a moment at [Astrology 96%] in Tlaloc's status bar, and joked,
"Second Priest of the Shoshone... Since your level of astrology is so high, why don't you do the math, do you still have a way out?"

If fortune-telling does not break the situation of death, astrology should also make sense.The level of astrology is high, but it is also mortal...

With that said, Wu Qing raised her hand to stop Xi Ding's translation plan.

After listening to Wu Qing's words, Tlaloc's withered old hand was holding the cane too hard, so that it made a "clack" sound when it rubbed against the wooden stick. He looked at the starry sky, but the more he looked at it, the paler his face became. Qing spoke again, buried her head down, and sighed.
"What's your name?"

It's in Chinese, which is a bit awkward, but it's completely on point.Xi Ding stared, Wu Qing said as usual,
"It will be all right."

"Mr. Wu?"

"It's easy to say." Wu Qing smiled lightly, put away the dharma body, took out new clothes from the mustard space, bent down to put them on herself, she couldn't see her face, but her words remained the same,

"You are a priest of the Shoshone, where else can I find your temple?"

"For gold?"

"Ah."

"No... I don't know." Seeing Wu Qing suddenly raised his head with a vicious look on his face, Tlaloc hurriedly said,
"The temples of our Shoshone people have long been left behind in various parts of the American land with the migration of my tribe, which cannot be predicted by astrology. The temple that Mr. Wu entered before was named Char The Chutlicui Temple is so dilapidated, Mr. Wu knows that I am not lying when he thinks about it."

Wu Qing didn't believe it, and forced her to ask,
"I slaughtered a sacrificial corpse, and he said that he would meet up with the Shoshone in this temple. So you Shoshone have a way to find it?"

Tlaloc shook his head, "The Shoshone have a solution, but I am not the one who has a solution. I have long since separated from the tribe. The Shoshone have a sacred object called [Sun Calendar Stone]. The sun symbol, the most important thing is that after owning the solar calendar stone, you can use the spiritual objects of the Shoshone gods to locate the location of the temple of the god."

"Then where can I find this 【Solar Calendar Stone】?"

"In the hands of the High Priest of Shoshone..."

Wu Qing frowned, thinking it was troublesome.

Tlaloc saw the color and said, "Chalchutrikui is the goddess of gold, so there are a lot of gold utensils in her temple, but other temples don't necessarily have too much gold, such as the Temple of the Goddess of Fire in Chantico. , not a single piece of gold."

Wu Qing rubbed his neck, not believing what Tlaloc said, but just listening to what Tlaloc said, he knew that it was very troublesome, and he was a little uncertain, so he didn't make a sound for a while.

The things that bear the spirit are the things that carry the spirit. Wu Qing has a few pieces in his hand, which he got from the sacrificial corpse, but where can the high priest of the Shoshone find them? Wu Qing has long heard from Xiding that the Shoshone people are The territorial expansion that resisted the whites was massacred, and the rest had long since gone into hiding.

Tlaloc's astrology level is high, and the high priest is probably not bad. This kind of fortune-telling-related means may not be able to fight, but it must be very good at hiding.

Let's deal with the matter in front of us first.

Wu Qing turned around and looked at the Chinese laborers gathered in front of the bonfire. His eyes swept over, and everything he saw was the frightened face that quickly lowered down.

Wu Qing shook her head, and told Xi Ding,

"Call them all over, search the tents of the steam guards, and give them all the money they find, then burn the corpses on the ground, and sprinkle the ashes into the river. Finally, tell the Chinese workers, please help them Find a remote town to live for a while, and you should work hard to lead them, and don’t go back to the Serra Ridge camp for now.”

Speaking of which, he also took out a gold vessel from the mustard space and handed it to Xiding,
"Give them points."

Xi Ding took the gold vessel, "Sir, you are serious, thank you sir."

If the Chinese laborers returned to the Sierra Ridge camp after that, it would be impossible to explain the matter clearly. They might as well end up missing all of them and not return any of them, so as not to implicate Xionghua Company.

The purpose of the Chinese workers is to make money. The property left by the white people and the gold given by Wu Qing must be more than the wages of the Chinese workers.It is easier and safer to go to other small towns to hide than to dig granite on the railway site.

As for Wu Qing himself...

After giving instructions, Wu Qing put his hand on Tlaloc's shoulder,
"I know you have the ability to fly at low altitude, let's go."

Wu Qing intends to take Tlaloc back to the Sierra Ridge camp first. The two of them have small goals, and he is confident that no one will find out, and Tlaloc is still useful to him...

Wu Qing's big hand hurt his shoulder, Tlaloc reluctantly took out a dried bird's head from under his sleeve, carrying the object [Echkartel], before Tlaloc murmured, a strong wind blew up under his feet, Wu Qing's short kimono and his sleeve gown fluttered at the same time, and the two rushed straight into the distance.

It is necessary for Wu Qing to go back, and Xiong Hua is still helping him collect the necessary items and information.

…………

It's night, at Sierra Ridge Camp, the office on the third floor of Xiong Hua Labor Service Company.

A man with delicate eyebrows and eyes was sitting at Xiong Hua's desk, feasting.

Lettuce in oyster sauce, pork ribs in black bean sauce, Ayi abalone... and braised sea tiger fin with raw crab meat that Xiong Hua is usually reluctant to eat.

All of them are Cantonese classics, filling the entire desk.

Beside the handsome man, surrounded by Xiong Hua, Artai and Ayong, and seven or eight strong men with braids wrapped around their necks, he was a little out of breath. He raised his head from the dinner plate and said dissatisfiedly,

"Uncle Xiong Hua, I'm too bored, I can't eat."

Several other strong men tilted their noses and picked up their mouths, but Xiong Hua waved his hands, "Don't worry, eat slowly, after you eat, your father and I will ask you brother Tie, so we won't even have a meal together." You eat well, talk about it after eating, and spread out."

Pitapita's footsteps spread out.

The handsome man gave Xiong Hua a thumbs up without looking back, his two full cheeks agitated,

"Uncle Hua is still understanding."

After finishing speaking, he continued to pick up vegetables for dinner.

Xiong An didn't care too much, and asked Ah Yong,

"Where's Akui?"

"I went to see his sister."

Without saying a word, the handsome man took a sip from the rice wine bowl, raised his head and let out a hearty belch.

"Happy, I just couldn't get enough to eat in my hometown, so I came to San Francisco with my dad..."

As he spoke, he twisted the chair and turned his whole body in front of Xiong Hua, with his arms resting on the back of the chair, watching Xiong Hua laugh,

"There is only one life, I am young, and I still have a lot of good times. I should beg for mercy from you, Uncle Hua, but there is one thing I just can't understand. When I came to San Francisco from Siyi, my father worked hard with you , this Xionghua labor service company is here, but why can’t I even find a place in this building when my father dies?”

Xiong Hua was silent and waved his hand.

The window was half opened, and screams flew away.

Artai and Ayong lifted up the chair that the handsome young man was sitting on with vicious faces, and threw it directly from the window.

The handsome young man's resentful expression still seemed to stay in front of the window, the screams were cut off for a moment, and the sound of the wooden chair smashing and the neck bone cracking mixed back.

Artest silently retracted his head from the window, and nodded at Xiong Hua.

died.

The third floor is not necessarily dead, but it is dead with its head down.

A dozen or so Chinese workers participated in the assassination of Xiong Hua before, and it was this handsome man who instigated it.

As for why not solve it directly in the office...

Xiong Hua sat on the sofa, his bloated body sank into the sofa, glanced at the deer head [Masatel] hanging on the wall, and returned to God,
"His father and I are post-exchanging brothers. I hugged him when he was a child... Do you think I am too cold-blooded and ruthless? Let me tell you, his father pretended to be a crab and ran amok. He asked the ghost to chop him up. He himself... ..."

Beep, beep, knock on the door.

"boss."

Xiong Hua looked displeased and said,
"Come in."

It was the young female bartender in the tavern on the first floor. She hid her face halfway behind the crack of the door, swallowed, and forced a smile,

"Boss, someone in the tavern on the first floor ordered Wenchang Chicken, Roast Goose, Tea Field Duck..."

"I like reporting the names of dishes so much, can I be your waiter?" Xiong Hua sarcastically.

Unexpectedly, the female bartender quickly waved her hand,
"No, boss, someone ordered a whole table of food and sat there for two hours without taking a bite... I'm afraid they are here to make trouble, and Artai, Ayong and the others are all here with you...Ah!"

The young female bartender suddenly screamed and was dragged back by her hair. Three men in black cloaks pushed open the door and walked in.

Xiong Huaan sat on the sofa as motionless as a mountain, and his subordinates were as if they were facing a big enemy, those who drew their knives drew their knives, those who drew their guns drew their guns, and even a few of them quietly surrounded [Masatel], Among them, Artest yelled loudly,

"What?"

The three of them came in calmly and closed the door, the one in the middle spoke sullenly in Cantonese with a strange accent,
"It's so slow, Boss Xiong, why wait until you kill someone?"

Xiong Hua's eyes narrowed, A Shou (a handsome man) was brought here, but no outsider knew about it.But after a while, a sense of enlightenment rose in his heart, and his eyes narrowed to the point where there was only a crack left.

"Are you guys with Ah Shou? I said where did he find a wild gunman to come up, but there is one thing I don't understand. Why do you have to wait for Ah Shou to die before coming up?"

The one among the three black cloaked men laughed and said,

"Thinking about holding a hot fried pile with cold hands."

(Holding a hot fried pile with cold hands: Cantonese slang, meaning something for nothing)

"Where's the hot fried dumpling?" Xiong Hua sneered, Artest pinched two fingers out of the window and stuffed them into his mouth under the tongue, Xiong Hua sneered,
"It's just that if you don't leave, when my people come, I will turn all of you into pancakes..."

Before the words fell, Artest froze when he whistled, and Xiong Hua also noticed something was wrong.
"what happened?"

Artest looked anxious and was about to explain, when a gloomy chill suddenly struck outside the open window, and everyone in the cold room couldn't help shivering.

A pale, flat human face appeared outside the window. The eyeballs of the white goose eggs were smeared with blood, and the meaning of hatred was beyond words. Cake, a one-meter-square window is enough for it to squeeze in.

Xiong Hua was terrified, he could see a trace of beauty from this pale face...

The dead A Shou.

I am in doubt.

"Using your Chinese words. I have a skill that can isolate all the movement in the house, neither let the outside hear the inside, nor let the inside hear the outside, steam guards, your thugs, all don't know, come in No, but the premise is that you need a dead soul and his human skin."

The three men in black robes suddenly lifted their cloaks.

Xiong Hua looked at the one of the three who showed his face, and the hairs all over his body stood up suddenly, and Xiong Hua's big hands also looked terrified.

I saw the man in the black robe in the middle, with a bloody face, the skin of the whole face was peeled off, and the texture of the blood oozing was completely visible. An ordinary person should have died a long time ago, but the black and white eyes are still turning .

Sipe, the Shoshone deity, Lord No.15, also known as the Skinless God!

Ah Shou's human skin had already squeezed in, and it spread out violently as it shook, covering the entire inner wall of the office.

The sudden uproar and the carrying object [Masatel] were all isolated from the outside.

The second floor below the third floor and the first floor didn't feel anything, not to mention the steam guards on the steam train a hundred meters away from the wooden house, who were laughing and laughing, completely unaware that their camp had been invaded.

(End of this chapter)