Chapter 347: The Legendary Golden City

The indigenous people were very grateful to Lin Feng and Bai Ying.

But they also harbored a strong sense of vigilance.

They had dealt with outsiders before.

The more innocent they used to be, the more cautious they are now.

They are not cannibals.

Instead, they rely on hunting and gathering fruit in the jungle to make a living.

Along the way, Richard introduced this tribe to Lin Feng and Bai Ying.

Before nightfall, they finally arrived at the place where the indigenous people lived.

This is a valley.

It is surrounded by mountains on all sides.

Trying to climb over the surrounding mountains to get into this valley is dangerous.

Because the mountains all around are covered in dense forest, the miasma inside is so thick it has become fog.

Not to mention breathing this miasma; prolonged skin contact with it will cause festering.

To enter this valley, one can only pass through a narrow mountain pass.

The mountain pass is filled with pitfall traps.

In the evening, Lin Feng and Bai Ying received an enthusiastic welcome.

The two were placed in a grass hut not far from the valley entrance.

The indigenous people sent various dried meats and fruits.

Lin Feng and Bai Ying certainly would not eat these things.

Who knows if there is poison inside.

Richard, however, didn't care; he roasted the dried meat over fire and ate it with relish.

After eating his fill, Richard let out a satisfied sigh.

He hadn't had a full meal in half a month.

Lin Feng asked, "This place is so hidden; how were you captured?"

Richard explained: "When we went out hunting, we were surrounded by those d traffickers; I told them to surrender."

Originally there were over two hundred people here; now there are less than one hundred left.

Over these years, many people have fled into the jungle, and these primitive indigenous tribes are becoming fewer and fewer.

Bai Ying frowned and asked, "What's the point of studying these indigenous people?"

Richard laughed and said, "It is meaningful; thousands of years ago, our ancestors lived like this. Observing these indigenous people's way of life can reveal the course of human civilization's development..."

Richard spoke at length.

Later he also mentioned his former identity, a professor at a well-known university in Mi Guo.

They chatted until around nine o'clock at night before Richard said goodbye and left.

Lin Feng took out an anti-miasma mask from his backpack and handed it to Bai Ying, saying, "Let's be careful."

Bai Ying nodded.

After eating their own carried dry rations and drinking purified water from a small filter, they put on the masks.

Afterwards, one kept watch while the other rested.

Bai Ying took the first half of the night watch, and at two o'clock in the morning she woke Lin Feng.

After waking up, Lin Feng stood up and glanced outside.

All he saw was the valley filled with thick miasma.

Bai Ying whispered, "These people certainly have no good intentions."

Lin Feng nodded, saying, "If we weren't wearing these masks, we would have been hit by now!"

The indigenous people can survive in the miasma-dense jungle; they must have some secret.

It should be that they took some medicine refined from a plant.

Bai Ying also said, "Richard doesn't look like a scholar; I think he came to this tribe for some other purpose."

Lin Feng laughed and said, "This guy is even more impressive than Cai Hao; he can even get with indigenous women."

"Who is Cai Hao?"

Bai Ying asked curiously.

Lin Feng explained, "A man who, to complete a mission, does not hesitate to be with a woman he utterly despises."

Bai Ying knew Lin Feng was bluffing again.

She did not continue asking.

"You rest! I'll keep watch to see what Richard and them are up to."

Bai Ying nodded, lay down where Lin Feng had just been, closed her eyes, and quickly fell asleep.

Two hours later, local time was four o'clock in the morning.

Dawn was about to break.

But the miasma in the valley was getting thicker and thicker.

A faint footstep sound arose.

Richard and a large number of indigenous men appeared outside the grass hut, holding bows and arrows and carrying spears.

Seeing no movement inside the hut, Richard muttered a few words in gibberish.

Soon, an indigenous person lit a torch.

The tool used to light it was still a modern lighter…

After lighting the torches, the natives raised their torches and were about to throw them onto the thatched hut where Lin Feng and Bai Ying were.

The thatched hut would burn as soon as it caught fire.

"Bang!"

Lin Feng pulled the trigger.

The native man holding the torch had his head blown apart and fell to the ground.

The gunshot woke Bai Ying.

Richard froze for a moment, then turned and ran.

The natives came charging up, shouting "wala wala".

Lin Feng picked up the micro submachine gun.

In the dense gunfire, a large number of natives fell down.

The remaining people were frightened and turned to flee.

After driving the natives back, Lin Feng did not pursue them further.

After more than an hour, dawn broke.

The miasma slowly dissipated, and the valley returned to clarity.

At the same moment.

Richard fled with his wife, his eight-year-old son, and an old man wearing a gold crown on his head.

In the hurry, the old man led Richard upstream along the stream.

Upon reaching a cliff, he had Richard move a stone weighing several hundred jin that lay before him.

Richard, filled with excitement, worked together with the old man to move the stone away.

A hole just big enough for a person to crawl through appeared before Richard's eyes.

The old man went in first.

Richard then let his native wife and son go in, and he went in last.

Unexpectedly, the small entrance was only a few meters long; after passing through, it opened into a large cave.

Behind the stone that had blocked the cave, a chain was attached; the chain was very heavy, and it was actually made of gold.

"I found it! I finally found it……"

Richard was so excited he wanted to roar.

Although he was excited, he showed no expression on his face, and together with the tribal elder he pulled the gold chain.

The stone slowly moved, sealing the entrance again.

Outside was all stone; who would have thought that behind an inconspicuous stone lay a cave.

The native elder lit a torch and said a few words to Richard in jabber.

His meaning was that this is a secret of the tribe, known to only one person per generation.

Now the tribe is about to perish; they hope Richard will inherit this secret and then find a way to keep it confidential.

Richard immediately picked up a knife and cut his wrist, swearing with his soul that he would surely keep this secret.

The old man believed Richard.

Then he took the torch and led the way ahead.

After passing through a downward-sloping tunnel several tens of meters long, a vast underground space appeared before Richard's eyes.

Just a glance left him stunned.

Gold, nothing but gold!

The entire cave was piled full of gold!

There were gold masks, various gold ornaments, and a large amount of gold nuggets.

In a cave as large as a football field, over half of its space was filled with gold—just how much gold is there?

This is the legendary Golden City!

This is the wealth accumulated over centuries by the Inca Empire!

"Hahahaha……"

Richard could no longer control his emotions and burst into wild laughter.

The native elder looked at Richard with a bewildered expression and asked, "Why are you laughing?"

The native elder wasn't stupid either; he realized Richard had gone mad because of the gold.

Richard drew the pistol from his waist and fired several shots, killing the native elder, his native wife, and his child.

He then threw away the gun, ran forward, and flung himself onto a pile of gold.

"Gold! All of this is mine! I will become the richest person in the world, hahaha……"