Chapter 893: Descendants of the Sun (2)

Chapter 893 Descendants of the Sun (2)
In the summer of 2013, the Amazon Jungle, the Golden City Archaeological Team.
The legend about the Golden City and the Golden Lake has been circulating on the American continent for hundreds of years. For hundreds of years, explorers from all over the world have been in constant stream, but from beginning to end, no one has ever seen the true face of the Golden City sinking into the Golden Lake.
Probably, only the legendary Emperor of the Inca Empire, which built the Golden City, really saw the whole picture of this golden city.
A small camp was temporarily built in the jungle. This Golden City archaeological team has a total of 23 people and is led by a professor of archaeology called Doroin.
At this time, Professor Doroin was negotiating with his assistant, a native who was responsible for leading the way, familiar with the local jungle environment, and a veteran soldier in charge of the force.
They have been in the jungle for 20 days - the Golden Lake has arrived early, but there is no clue about the Golden City.
Years ago, the local government sent troops to protect the Golden Lake and prevent illegal exploration. But even when the military has no power, there are still many people sneaking into the restricted area - and as time goes by, the local government is not as good as it used to be.
"Professor Doroin, our supplies are running out." The veteran Santa said. "The rest of the food can only support for up to four days. Otherwise, we will go hungry on the way back." ""
"Santa, my old man! Please give me some time!" Professor Doroin pleaded: "I have been studying the Inca civilization for the rest of my life. I believe that the Golden City is inevitable, and the entrance is nearby."
"One week, at most one week." Santa frowned at this moment: "Professor, you should understand that you and I are all hired here, and I am the leader of this team, but I am the same It is also the responsibility to ensure the safety of all personnel."
This is not an archaeology initiated by Professor Doroin, but an investor. The funder provided a large amount of information to Professor Doroin, and then recommended by Professor Doroin to have the leader as the leader.
However, this time the investor did not come with the team. Even the investor was entrusted by the company. It was only an intermediary. The real boss of this expedition, no one knows who it is.
......
But when Santa promised to squeeze out the time, Professor Doroin looked at the maps spread out on the ground, and frowned. At this moment, some cheers came from outside the tent.
Several people came out in confusion and found that the members of the archaeological team were gathering together at this time, calling out and yelling. Professor Doroin called a team member and asked about things.
"Professor, there is a team member who has hunted a wild boar from the woods. Everyone is happy, discussing how to eat."
Professor Doroin gave a glimpse and nodded: "Oh? Hunting? Who hunted?"
Santa can't help but become curious at this time... Culture people think hunting a wild boar may be a simple matter for hunters. But this is not the case. Adult wild boars are very aggressive, and they can even be life-threatening.
I saw that the team member pointed to the front and saw a man who was sitting under the tree at this time, covering his face with a hat and lying halfway down.
Professor Doroin curiously took the person away. "Is you hunting wild boar? How did you do it?"
I saw that the young man opened his hat, and the black hair was under the sullen hair. It should be the sun shining during this time... It is the face of the rare Oriental.
Professor Doroin was a bit strange. The impression was that this person was indeed in his own archaeological team, but he was not his own student. It was only when Santa recruited the staff.
Looking at the situation, Santa seems to be not very familiar with this young man. But Professor Doroin and Santa have known for many years, knowing that Santa is not the kind of irresponsible person... This young man should have something extraordinary.
"Song, this wild boar is really a hunting for yourself?" Santa was surprised at this time.
The young man was found in the pub. When he saw that he was fighting with the drunkard in the bar, he was quite good, and he talked about it. Then he hit it off and then settled in the archaeological team.
The full name does not know, only know that he let others call him Song.
"Is there a problem?" Song yawned at this time. At about the age of 23 or 34, there was always a smile on his face.
During these twenty days, Song basically did not communicate with the people in the team. He seemed to be silent and silently followed the team and did his own thing.
"Too great!" Santa laughed at this moment.
Song shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently: "I have been tired of eating dry food recently. I want to eat a few fresh meats. Probably I am lucky. I was going to just grab two fish and eat it myself. Then the big guy is looking for it. I am."
This big wild boar is enough for the whole team to eat for a day and a half, which is undoubtedly good news for the archaeological team with shortage of materials.
But Professor Doroin suddenly said at this time: "Song, what is in your hand?"
Song Yizhen, then raised his hand. I saw his wrist wrapped in a small ornament made of bones. "This ah... I found it on the ground. I looked very special. I just wore it, is there a problem?"
Professor Doroin grabbed Song’s wrist and looked at the charm carefully.
This is a kind of jewelry worn by soldiers in the Inca Dynasty. It acts like a military brand worn by soldiers in some military forces. It is used to identify the identity. This... Where did this thing find it? Song, you must tell me! This may be a major breakthrough!"
"This way..." Song thought for a while and said: "I don't know exactly where I am, but I can take you there."
"Immediately! Let's go now!"
Professor Doroin was so excited that he even reddened his neck. He then asked Santa to leave a few people to guard the camp and set off with a team.
Song brought the members of the archaeological team to a small waterfall, but this road is not easy to go. Even Santa’s veterans with field experience have already come big. Sweat, don't talk about scholars like Professor Doroin.
At this time, Song stood on a large rock in the waterfall pool, pointing to the bottom of the waterfall. "There seems to be a small hole in the head, but it is too dark. I am worried that there is a poisonous snake inside, I will not go in. This piece of things is picked up inside."
Professor Doroin was originally sitting on the ground and resting. At this time, he quickly climbed up and shouted: "Fast, fast! Santa, find some rope, I have to go in and have a look!"
At this time, Song looked up at the top of the waterfall. This is because the Amazon River did not know that the tributary had been diverted before it came here.
Looking at the members of the archaeological team, at this time busy exploring the cave under the waterfall, Song’s face had another smile, only to listen to him whispering: "Really, if you don’t give clues, use Nothing... I almost wasted my pocket money, hehe."
After arbitrarily moving the bones, Song suddenly jumped into the pool and swam down the waterfall... This is not the first time he has explored this place.
Last time, it was a few months ago, and the last team... the group was destroyed!
The impact of the water flow suddenly soared, and every inch of advancement took a lot of effort, but at this time, Song seemed to hear some kind of sound.
It has been a whisper that occasionally rang in his mind since he survived a few months ago. He has wanted to remember these strange sounds countless times, remembering its syllable composition, but every time it is so confused.
He seems to understand the meaning of these whispers, but he can't always organize himself in his own language. It is always plausible.
"What secrets are there in the head... It’s really looking forward to it!"
The members of the archaeological team had arrived one step at a time, and tied the rope. The people pulled the rope and finally crossed the impact of the waterfall. After coming to the waterfall... As Song said, there is This is a small cave.
Professor Doroin looked around, and Santa was observing the edge of the cave at this time. "There are traces of excavation. Although it has been washed hard by the water, it can still be seen... This place has been visited. ""
"I am afraid the ancients of the Inca dynasty!" Professor Dorothy took a deep breath and took a strong flashlight from the player's hand and took it into the hole.
This section of the road is not good to go, it is down, most of the road is gravel, and because of the relationship between water vapor, covered with moss, it is very easy to slip.
But after this downward road, the inside has become dry. After about 50 meters, Professor Doroin found some ancient murals on the wall, which made Professor Dorothy abnormal. Excitement.
"This is a painting of sacrifice!" Professor Doroin said loudly at this time: "Sure enough, there is nothing wrong with the information given to me by the mysterious person of the sponsoring party. This is the record used by the ancient people of the Inca dynasty!"

Yes... is it a golden city?
asked a student of Professor Doroin in a team at this time nervously.
"This...this seems to be not a golden city." Professor Dorothy walked over the murals step by step. When he came to the last mural, he suddenly stopped and looked a little surprised. , muttered to himself: "The black sun, swallowed the sky... What do you mean?"
I saw the black mural on the mural, and the ancient Incas below fell to the ground. There was also an image of an ancient man with a sacred appearance, tears in both eyes.
After Song was in the crowd, the people watching the team looked at the mural, silently, silently watching the surroundings, while pressing his hand on his waist - the position where the pistol was placed.
"Teacher, what does the black sun mean?"
Professor Doroin frowned at this time: "The Inca dynasty has its own worship. They worship the sun god, the patron saint of the Inca empire. In the Inca civilization, the name of the sun is Inti, the creation of the gods. The son of Lakocha. But, Inti is the embodiment of the sun, it should be a symbol of light... Why did the ancient Incas burn a black sun? I have not figured it out... but this discovery is probably Inca. A major discovery of civilized research! Let me record all the murals here, remember not to miss anything!"
For this kind of archaeological research, Santa is not interested in it at all - he is still more interested in finding the wealth in the Golden City, so he is looking at the other in this cave.
Suddenly, Santa stopped, because he found some modern civilization supplies in the corner of the wall - a wild water bottle, a hiking shoe, and a few shells!
Someone has been to this place earlier than them!
Santa suddenly remembered Song, a mysterious and skillful guy. He remembered that when he looked around the environment, Song was around him, so he could speak directly; "Song, you have come to see what is here! Song!"
However, after Santa’s shouting a few words, he did not get a response. He couldn’t help but look around with a puzzled look and found that Song did not know when he had disappeared—at least not in his own sight.
Santa frowned, not far away, a group of guys from Dorothy was busy recording information, and the rest of the team was assisted by the side, not paying attention to his actions at this time.
"Song?" Santa called again Song... Suddenly, there seemed to be something flashing in front of me.
A shadow!
Too fast, Santa’s subconsciously shot at the shadow of the black shadow was a shot – the gunshot of this sound rang, and suddenly alerted everyone!
"What happened!" Professor Doroin asked in horror.
Santa is shouting: "I don't know, but... but there seems to be something here, there is something!"
He looked back at the crowd and said loudly: "Everyone is careful to be careful. What dangerous things are hidden in this place... What are you doing?"
I saw a group of people, at this moment, the face was full of horror, and in their own eyes, Santa frowned, and my heart reacted, suddenly cold sweat.
He swallowed his mouth and turned his head slowly, only to see the darkness, a huge pair of eyes staring at himself!
Hey -! ! ! ! ! !
What Sona saw was a horrible mouth! This is actually a huge incomparable python, full of black scales, and above the snake head, there is a blood red horn!
When Santa responded, he was already black, and the entire upper body had been swallowed up by this horrible giant!
The black horned python swallowed half of the body of Santa, and immediately looked up, only to see Santa’s legs squirming in the mouth of the giant python, and finally it was soft, and the mouth of the python was opened again. Then they swallowed the whole person directly.
At this moment, the archaeological team was completely caught in panic.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes are staring at the scene that happened in front of him. His body curled up behind a rock, motionless... He is, Song.
(End of this chapter)