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154 Chapter 153, Black Calla Lily
153,

From the flat ground to the center of the cliff with a height of seven or eight stories, there is a drop of three to forty meters.

In order to ensure that the train goes uphill smoothly, the wooden bridge on which the rails are built must be of sufficient length, so that the team at the bottom of the mountain has not yet stepped up, and the sun representing the light has already fallen to the bottom of the dark mountain.

The lanterns erected on the wooden poles on both sides were lit one by one, and the faint light extended from the wooden bridge to the deep tunnel, barely able to illuminate this not very bright world in the dark.

"Take care and don't let them run around."

Dai Ping'an kept himself in the place with the darkest lights. After giving this order, he walked back to the tunnel alone with a shotgun in his hand.

The inside of the tunnel was darker than the outside. Even if there was a lantern nailed to the wall to illuminate it, the dim and weak light could only stretch Dai Pingan's twisted and deformed figure longer.

When passing by the cage, Dai Pingan hung the small hook on the cage on his belt regardless of the frightened struggle of the crow inside.Then go deep into the tunnel while filling the chamber of the shotgun with freshly baked gold bullets.

The construction progress of the tunnel is only tens of meters deep, and it can be completed in a few steps. This is why the Pacific Railway Company called workers to Cornwall.When Dai Pingan came to the end, he not only loaded the shotgun in his hand, but also plugged his ears tightly with cotton.

He took off the cage at his waist, and opened the small door for the panic-stricken American crow that was flapping its wings.When it flew out, Dai Ping'an took a deep breath, followed the crow's flight path, and pulled the trigger.

"Peng!" "Crack!"

"Peng!" "Crack!"

"Peng!" "Crack!"

……

The roaring muzzle spewed out dazzling flames, and the fired projectiles shone with an alluring golden light.

Every shot chased the crow's desperately flapping wings, but every tiny bullet missed the crow's tail feathers with incomparable precision.
until the last shot.

The crow that narrowly escaped had no time to rejoice, the cage it depended on for survival was blown to pieces, and the dozens of modified bullets were shot to nothing.

Throwing down the weapon with a hot barrel, Dai Pingan knelt on the ground, gasping for breath like a live fish landing on the shore.It wasn't until he breathed evenly in his chest that he struggled to stand up, took out the cotton in his ears, shook the lantern in his hand, and began to appreciate it to his heart's content.

The nose didn't itch, and the liquid didn't flow out, only under the dim light, a faint, purple-black flower of death bloomed in the depths of this deep, dark, buzzing tunnel.

A black calla lily,

Halfway through the stone wall, there are flower petals stretching out. The petals are looming, and the irregularly distributed powder, through the flash of gold, exudes an irresistible, intoxicating and crazy fragrance.

This is the seductive flower carefully cultivated by Dai Pingan. It will attract thousands of people who want to get rich overnight to this desert, brewing the final chaos and final death.

The frightened American crow has already plunged out of the tunnel, leaving only the breath of flapping wings floating in the air.

Dai Pingan didn't look back.

"Come out,"

He patted the dust off his shoulders, and adjusted the collar of the cavalry uniform by the way.

"I've seen everything you want to see. I've guarded so tightly that the only person who can still get into the cave is probably you."

As Dai Ping'an's voice fell, a figure appeared in the shadow behind him, it was Huang Feihong with an anxious face.

For Huang Feihong's appearance, Dai Ping'an's voice didn't seem to be surprised at all, and he didn't show the posture of shouting and shouting before. Instead, he showed the other party the golden masterpiece on the stone wall of the tunnel in a proud tone:

"How is it? It's beautiful. As long as this place is discovered by those people who flock to it, who will remember Bu Shang Fort, and who will care about Armadillo Town? All the truth will be covered up, forgotten, and finally completely destroyed replace."

"Is this your plan?"

Dai Ping'an's explanation did not relieve the severe cold on Huang Feihong's face.

"Is there anything wrong with this plan? Let me think again, hiss..." Dai Pingan took a deep breath with a different face, and then suddenly realized:

"Yes, it's the details! The details determine success or failure, and we cannot ignore the details."

"This plan is not enough just to have these golds, it also needs a reason to appear. There it is!"

Dai Pingan clapped his hands suddenly:
"This tunnel was dug by a team of Chinese laborers from the East. Their hard work touched God, and it was the Almighty God who gave them golden light in this bottomless tunnel."

Facing the shimmering golden stone wall, the smiling Dai Pingan ignored Huang Feihong's eyes wanting to eat people behind him, and raised his hands high, as if telling a story, more like a fanatic reciting poetry.

"The kind-hearted Chinese workers wanted to share the gold given by God to everyone, but what they got in return was ruthlessly betrayed and killed by the road guards. Innocent blood flowed and soaked in this cave, and the gold here was also destroyed by the terrible Corrupted by the curse."

"From that day on, no matter who is contaminated with the gold here, they will become crazy under the influence of the curse until they perish. The greedy guards are like this, in order to block the news, monopolize the gold, kill the guards, and burn the armadillos The same is true of Colonel Beckett who abandoned Bu Shangbao and planted it in the camp of Chinese laborers!"

Dai Ping'an's speech was very insane, to the point of dancing, but at the climax of the plot, Dai Ping'an suddenly turned his head and looked at Huang Feihong calmly:
"Master Huang, what do you think of my story?"

The previous pride and madness seemed to be just an illusion. From the emotionless face in front of him, Huang Feihong felt the breath of death, and his drooping palm couldn't help clenching his fist:
"That's why you brought them here?"

"The details, how can you show the details if you don't kill a few people and leave a few corpses here."

"Details? Then do you know that it doesn't make sense to do so... Are you trying to destroy the corpse?"

"Don't say it so ugly, just deal with the details a little bit, and set it on fire. Who can tell when the people in this place died. If you blow up the hole, it will take a few days to dig it. , It’s so boring to dig out the gold all at once.”

While talking lightly, Dai Ping'an set his eyes on Huang Feihong's clenched hands:
"Wow, the fist the size of a sandbag, Master Huang, isn't it intended to hit me? Why, you want to ruin my good deed again?"

Dai Ping'an laughed, from sinister to insane, and finally burst into tears.

(End of this chapter)