Abyss Express

[Part①·Blood Sacrifice and Dream]

"Light, flowers, storm."

"Flint, earthquakes, vultures."

“The eagle, the lion, the reed.”

"Weeds, yellow dogs, water."

"Rabbit, deer, skull."

"Snake, dragon, temple."

The son of an Indian war chief pushed his palms toward the fire and chanted sutras, seemingly performing a mysterious ritual.

Wen Bucai half understood what he heard, and Jack was even more curious——

——This Indian speaks English, but his vocabulary makes no sense.

"Mr. Keogh, what are you doing?"

"This is our divine calendar." Keo closed his eyes: "My daughter will return to the sun god Tonatiu."

With that said, he took out a mouse from his luggage bag, broke its neck, and continued to throw it into the fire as fuel.

Tonatiu is the bloodiest sun god in the entire human history and loves blood sacrifices. Most of the living sacrifice rituals of the Aztecs are related to this man-eating sun.

"Ometiotto constitutes our soul"

"It comes from the stars in the sky and everything in the universe."

"My daughter must follow these sacrifices back."

Jack Martin didn't understand the ritual and felt his scalp tingle. A month ago, the warrant officer said that these native Indians were beasts when they were alive, and they were beasts that could be exchanged for gold coins when they died.

By the time the ceremony was over, there were two blackbird corpses in the fire.

"Mr. Keogh." Wen Bucai got the White Lady's solvent, stopped the bleeding from the wound, and asked in a low voice: "Are you an indigenous Indian? Do you know the temple near the Colorado River Valley?"

"Don't worry." Chiopup muttered, suddenly starting to smoke.

He took out a bone incense burner made of a puma's skull, filled it with strange mud, dug out thirteen holes, and began to blow fire and burn grass.

The smoke was inhaled from his mouth and nose, and sprayed out from his ears. The pupils of his eyes began to slowly melt! It turned into the chaotic form of smoke!

"What kind of evil magic is this?" David Victor asked in surprise: "Is it the power of the soul?"

"No." Vincent shook his head, not daring to approach this mysterious psychic prophet: "I'm afraid it's some ancient witchcraft that's more mysterious than Soul Power."

"His eyes turned to smoke?!" Jack Martin leaned forward out of curiosity and accidentally inhaled the smell.

For a moment, he felt like the world was spinning, his body became stiff, and his hands and feet began to deform.

It seems that everything is slowly melting and turning into liquid!

In Jack's eyes, his knuckles and wrists looked like rubber baked at high temperatures, and his pupils, like Keopup's, turned into thick smoke.

"Tesca Politka! Tesca Politka!"

Chiopup sang a witchcraft spell and called the Smoke Mirror, the owner of the obsidian omniscient and omnipotent mirror——

——This is one of the four Aztec gods and a divination and psychic ritual of the indigenous people.

In an instant, Jack Martin crossed the red stone ledge, and his mind was about to fly to the other end of the Gobi Canyon, passing through the lush forest and crashing into a temple ruins covered with moss and vines.

Next to the temporary shack, there are many slave workers working hard to excavate the ruins and transport waste stones through the mine tunnels and rails.

There was a white pony that kept sneezing, as if it couldn't stand the hot and humid air——

——Right next to the saddle, the big leader suddenly turned around!

"Jack Martin! Are you looking at me?! Are you secretly looking at me?!"

Just this roar called Jack's soul back into his body.

The psychic ritual was not over, and Wen Bucai and David Victor seemed to have entered the world of the Fog Mirror because of the incense smoke.

Little Jack didn't know what they saw and didn't dare to push them. He seemed to be the first one to wake up.

After about ten minutes, Wen Bucai's cloudy pupils returned to normal, and Victor also woke up with a jolt.

Cheopup muttered mysteriously: "The fate has been revealed, warriors."

He stroked Wen Bucai's arm, sliding from the wound on his shoulder to his palm.

"The devil wants to seize Kukulkan's treasure, which is the embodiment of light and wisdom."

He pointed to the powdery remains left by the Mad Butterfly in the cave——

"——This is the Musical Sky Eagle, the envoy of the Quetzalcoatl. If you hear its song, feel it, and eat its eggshells, your wounds will be healed. If the devil wants to live forever, you must stop him."

Wen Bucai did not respond to Keogh immediately because everyone saw different things in the smoke mirror.

Kukulkan Quetzalcoatl is a dragon-like beast in Aztec mythology. What Wen Bucai saw was not only this snake god, but also many strange landscapes.

An unprecedented disaster appeared from the earth. The tsunami almost reunited Heavenly Father and Earthly Mother, making it difficult to distinguish the horizon.

The creator of Ometioto, whom Chiopup spoke of, poked his body out of the crack in the trench——

——It creates nine levels of hell and thirteen levels of heaven, reflecting grotesque mirages in the boiling sea water. The four Aztec gods happened to stand in the atrium world, surrounding this hideous mass of humanoid flesh and blood.

The creatures climbing up from the depths of the earth are huge servants of the gods. They cling to the roots of the earth's veins and compete with each other for acorns to feed themselves. With the rapid passage of time, it disappeared into the ancient world.

Moving forward, it was a time when human civilization gradually came onto the stage, slowly put on clothes from the state of naked apes, and gradually began to build temples.

Jack Martin took the arrow from George Joshua and returned to his home on Broadway. On a stormy night, he grabbed the pendulum of the clock from the dark spirit of [Death Knell] and pulled out a thread. Fresh flesh.

He saw all this, and the scenes shown in the prophecy flashed by one after another, until the three of them held up the golden bowl and drank the turbid blood wine, and it ended abruptly!

"Hoo! Hoo! Ha"

Wen Bucai was covered in cold sweat, and when he saw the witchcraft illusion of the smoke mirror, he realized that these Indians who like to smoke were never just for fun or drunkenness, but could really predict the future!

He simply couldn't connect these broken pictures with reality, and he couldn't imagine what would happen next, but Keopup's ritual did work! Be able to point out the specific location of the temple ruins!

David Victor was immersed in painting and had become obsessed——

——The broken memories are disappearing quickly, like a dream, and he wants to record it all in his diary. Quickly draw scene after scene.

Until the last bloody portrait was painted and the dust settled.

David quickly closed the diary and did not dare to pry into the secret!

"Mr. Keogh." Jack Martin said in a horrified tone: "Thank you for saving us. Without this bow and arrows, we would all have died in the wine cellar of the Sheep Slaughter Inn."

"I want to explain again, explain again." Keo tilted his head, and the chaotic pupils of the smoke mirror gradually recovered: "This is Kukulkan's will - it is not that I helped you, but that you helped me. "

"If the evil spirit can spare my people, spare my daughter."

"My arrows will not find his head."

"If the devil can let you go -"

Keogh pointed to Jack Martin.

"—You won't come here."

"If evil spirits are kind and kind—"

Keogh points to Wen Bucai.

"—You won't come here."

"if."

When it was David Victor's turn, the Indian had a different story.

"Compassionate and brave warrior, this is your mission. I am willing to help you on the next journey."

[Part②·Can’t understand at all]

"Mr. Victor, what on earth is Mr. Keogh talking about? I don't seem to understand at all!"

The three people set out from the cave and followed the inspired route given by the smoke mirror to explore the surroundings of the rain forest.

The revelation that Victor received was clear and natural. It was a picture of riding a horse and whipping into the depths of the temple, getting a box of treasures, and escaping. As for the last painting, he was reluctant to show it to his brothers.

"Mr. Keogh should be a spiritual medium of the Indian tribe. The Sauk Black Hawk he mentioned was the tribe that made peace with the federal government eight years ago. As a tribe promoting peace, this aboriginal team traveled throughout the West. They want other tribesmen to surrender together with them."

Wen Bucai: "What's the result?"

"The result has been written on the ranger's reward notice." Jack Martin said with a gloomy face: "Eight dollars for a scalp."

When we arrived at the rain forest green space, Wen Bu could smell the smell of horse manure and smell the smoke of firewood used for cooking and barbecue in the very depths.

"It's right in front of you, Victor."

"We need guns," David Victor said. "And horses."

Wen Bucai held back his anger. His soul power was originally invincible, but there was no chance to show it at all along the way. He was restrained by all kinds of weird and cruel special abilities. His body was injured and his spirit was depressed. He was never satisfied. It is said that a head-on fight is fought with blood.

"Do you want to go in and grab it? Do you have to do what the prophecy says?"

"Chiopup saved us, he is helping us." Victor turned to Wen Bucai, but pointed at Jack: "Let him steal the horse."

"Me?" Jack panicked at first, then realized, "Yes! I can do it!"

He has awakened and can no longer hold back. This is the last level and the most difficult one.

The terrain of the rainforest is very complex. Without the means of fast movement and these strong ponies, the three brothers would not be able to catch the big leader even if they broke their legs.

If you want to steal the horses in the temporary camp, the cadres of Perfume Bottle will always find out. It is better to let Jack Martin go in openly and bring weapons and good horses in the tone of a big boss - they are the same person.

Keopup's smoke mirror made up for the shortest weakness of the three brothers, and forcibly brought their average intelligence to the level of a normal person.

In this way, little Jack arranged his clothes, took Teacher Victor's red scarf, and put on Vincent's cowboy hat.

He had no guns or cannons, only a body of iron courage, and slowly walked into the deep mountains and old forests.

After crossing the seventy-foot swamp and stepping on rotten tree roots towards the bustling camp, he deliberately chose a spacious horse racing road and walked boldly into the perfume bottle's lair.

"Bang!--"

The bullet found Jack Martin's boot first and hit the upper of his shoe without damaging his ankle.

On the sunny side of the Mayan temple, there were wooden steps on the towering stones. A burly man with a face full of scars asked sternly!

"——Where did the wild dog come from!"

Jack Martin took off his hat. At this moment, he seemed to be a different person, with sinister eyes and a cruel tone.

"How dare you shoot me?!"

The guard guarding the gate of the shack campsite immediately recognized the voice, and his eyes instantly turned panic-stricken.

"Big Boss?!"

The boys who were still watching the show put down their bottles and threw away their weapons. They were all laughing and laughing, but when they saw the big boss Jack showing his true face, their faces turned pale.

Jack slowly stepped into the camp and kicked away the wine barrel on the ground.

"Damn it! This place is like a cesspool! It stinks! You scumbags! Don't you know how to clean up your own doghouse?!"

He grabbed a young man casually, his eyes gleaming——

"——You! What are you looking at?"

The young man said with a trembling voice: "Big boss, I, I, I am looking up to you. I respect and love you."

"Is it weird? Is there something on my face?" Jack Martin spat in the face of the bandit kid. He was extremely panicked, but he couldn't express it, and he also felt an inexplicable joy in his heart.

These paper tigers who bully the weak and fear the strong will never seem to have the courage to fight once they surrender!

"You never show your face," the young man explained, "I didn't expect that we didn't expect you to be so young."

Jack Martin was only eighteen or nineteen years old. The reason why the leader did not want to show his face was not only because he was looking forward to one day clearing his name and going ashore - his face was too young, and for a bandit leader, he looked too young and immature.

"And he's a big boss." The young man was sweating coldly, and explained clearly the rules of the perfume bottle: "You set the rules yourself. If anyone sees your face, the whole family will be killed! The whole family will be killed."

Jack Martin's inner drumbeat only became more ferocious, and his eyes were on fire.

"Did I say that?!"

"Yes." The young man looked around, hoping to get support from his companions: "Really?"

The fat man next to him, holding a bottle of wine and shaking, muttered: "Yes? Really? Is there any?"

"It's what Director Defen said!" The old man who was still resting in the hammock suddenly shouted: "Director Defen likes to set some strange rules! Maybe he said it!"

"Call him here!" Jack Martin shouted.

At this moment, the real leader was still consulting the design drawings of the tunnel fortifications. Chief Dove was a tall, thin and decent man who came to America with Jack Martin. He was also an old hero of the Schneider gun-making family and always accompanied him. Beside the big boss.

The big leader suddenly turned into a hanging painting yesterday. Perhaps it was the effect of [Black Mass]. We can be sure that the incarnation has fallen into the hands of the collector, but within half an hour - this amiable and lovely leader changed back. .

Since then, the big leader has been anxious and anxious, as if the scythe of death has been placed on his neck. God knows what stupid things that stupid incarnation will do next.

Defen only felt helpless and pity. He had white hair, and he only hoped that a hero would come out of the Lord's family, who could give birth to new hope in the afterglow of the empire where the sun never sets.

He closed the door of the underground palace for the big leader and never disturbed the young man again.

Then the old man tidied up his military uniform and put on his lobster hat. As a member of the British Royal Arsenal, he was going to the settlement to greet the guests. The guard at the gate said that the "big boss" was back?

Defen only felt unreasonable, these rude barbarians were really drunk and crazy! You can say any nonsense!

The big boss is obviously in the underground palace! who comes back

"Jack?"

As soon as he arrived at the campsite, the old housekeeper immediately recognized Jack Martin.

"You said that! Whoever has seen my face! Whoever has to die?!" Jack took the perfume bottle from the slave's hand, his eyes were red: "What kind of bullshit rule is this!?"

Defen looked at the boy who was delivering the order, then at the high platform, and finally saw the black muzzle of the gun——

——He wants to call out the soul power to save his life! To summon the power brought by the divine arrow! But he felt a burning pain coming from between his eyebrows!

The bullet penetrated the skull and took away the butler's life.

"Bang!--"

The old housekeeper finally heard the belated gunfire and had almost no time to react.

Jack Martin's first shot was spot on.