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Chapter 231 Negotiation?

Sierra Nevada, Butterfly Mountains, Shoshone hiding caves.

The dark and damp cave is like a well-developed sewer, dripping cold beads all the time... The water shadow fluctuates.

The high priest put down the stone ghost mask in his hand, and a young priest serving beside him couldn't help saying after hearing his request to talk to Wu Qing,
"Master High Priest, Master Xipei died at their hands, but we still have to cooperate with them?"

The high priest only gave him a faint look,
"Twice, both times I couldn't predict him. The last time was the five evil days. This time, I watched the sky at night in Xipei, and it was also auspicious, but I still lost a lot...Go find Miktlan. "

The young priest lowered his head helplessly.

The high priest stared at the dripping water, one drop, two drops... His eyes became colder and colder.

The Shoshone people originally owned a vast expanse of land, which was blessed by the sun god, but now they are all occupied by white people. The railways under construction are like scars tearing the earth, and the speeding steam train Roaring, tearing apart the wilderness, also crushing the ancestral spirits of the Shoshone.

"Cooperation?" The chill in the low whisper was piercing.

After a while, an Indian with a crooked chin walked into the room of the high priest, and talked with the high priest in a low voice,

"High Priest, what do you need me to do?"

"...sacrifice and devotion..."

Miktlan was silent for a while, and after a while he nodded heavily, the gleam in his eyes burst out,

"The glory of the tribe will finally show the ancestral land... Don't worry High Priest, I will never become a coward! The spirit of the ancestors protects me!"

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Da Town Tavern, afternoon.

A bar full of Gothic English, full of Chinese people, is actually quite inconsistent from the perspective of time and place.

Fishtail-shaped kerosene lamps illuminate the walls covered with gold paper.

The thin layer of fir roof is enough to keep out the rain, but it can't stop the sound of teeth grinding from the rubbing of the roof rooster weathervane and rusty poles.

I don't know who made a joke, "Men are poor, women are cheap."

But the old wooden floor of the tavern still creaked from time to time, and the long-braided men in several booths seemed to have difficulty stopping their restless knees.

Wu Qing was not afraid, but to their young ears, it was an assassination, and eight brothers died...

Xiong Hua, Tlaloc, Lao Ji, and A Kui were all sitting at the edge of the bar with Wu Qing, and everyone except Wu Qing had a glass of beer and a bowl of chicken nugget soup in front of them, except for A Kui. Kui chewed his cheeks, but the food in front of the others did not move.

From time to time, they twisted their buttocks and looked at the two bat-wing-like salon doors of the tavern. It was obvious that the thugs were not the only ones who were restless.

It is understandable that Tlaloc himself was afraid of the Shoshone High Priest, and after his exaggeration—is Sipe powerful?Men of the High Priest, think for yourselves.

In addition, I have lived in the white area for a long time, and I am used to hearing the stories of the murderous Indians...

A half-hearted man, the boss of a labor service company, will inevitably be ready for battle.

And Wu Qing tapped lightly on the wooden bar with five fingers, slowly and calmly, as if closing his eyes to rest his mind.

The idea has been made up, wait for the high priest to show up and do it, and make a fortune.

With the strong summer wind blowing through the hall, finally, a man in a pair of sweaters and braids pushed open the salon door heavily.

crunch--

"Sir, boss, a group of Indians have come from outside the town. I don't know if they are Shoshone."

Wu Qing rolled his eyes,
"A group? How many are there?"

"Seven or eight guys, dressed like those cowboy ghosts, looked like naturalized Indians, not like hiding Shoshone."

"Come to Bai Guilao's territory with great fanfare, and you must dress up. It's no such a coincidence, it should be them."

After finishing speaking, Wu Qing glanced at Tlaloc and made a long note,
"Old Te...what does the High Priest look like?"

Tlaloc's heart skipped a beat, "Old man, bald, with paint on his face."

Wu Qing looked at the man who sent the letter, "Does anyone look like this?"

The man shook his head, "No."

Wu Qing knocked on the table with a wooden spoon, and laughed,

"I really thought he was full of courage. It turned out that I saw that the dog was tall, but I still called the little one over, hehe, seven or eight..."

He snapped his fingers,
"...Contact him with the stone ghost face."

The last sentence was addressed to Tlaloc, and at this sentence, the smile suddenly subsided.

It is true that Wu Qing has a stone ghost face in his hand, and it is not that he is not good at using it. The stone ghost face is easy to use. Each stone ghost face has a symbol on its forehead. Whoever you want to contact, look at your own stone ghost face with both eyes, and meditate on the symbol of the other party. That's it.

It's just that Wu Qing didn't know the symbol of the stone ghost face in the high priest's hand.

Tlaloc didn't dare to be negligent, and pulled out the stone ghost mask from the sleeve of his robe, staring at the white patch eyes of the stone ghost mask, but after a while, the stone ghost mask didn't move at all, Tlaloc had no choice but to look up.

Wu Qing pursed his lips and didn't speak, but he couldn't tell what his mood was when he folded his eyelids.However, according to common sense, being released as a pigeon would definitely not be in a good mood.

Lao Ji rolled his eyeballs, and then tried to persuade him,

"Sir, since they are all here, why don't you meet them first? In my opinion, most of them want to eliminate hatred and form a good relationship. I think Boss Xiong Hua should also be happy to see this. After all, only Qian Ri is a thief. There is a reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days, right, Boss Xiong?"

The corners of Xiong Hua's eyes twitched, and he cursed secretly, it wasn't you who was assassinated, and it wasn't your person who died, this old boy said it easily, but after weighing the pros and cons, he finally nodded silently.

Wu Qing rescued him twice, and he didn't have the face to ask Wu Qing to watch him all the time, so what if there was another attack and Wu Qing happened to be away?It's just human nature.

Laoji said again,

"And since they spoke first, they must have prepared the conditions. Why don't you listen to their conditions before making a decision?"

"Of course you have to see it, and of course you have to listen to it."

Unexpectedly, Wu Qing agreed, and everyone fell silent.

Laoji Xionghua looked at Wu Qing's unfriendly expression, and didn't speak for a while, maybe he noticed the movement at the bar, the sound of the men guarding their legs shaking their legs paused, and the sound of Akui's snoring buried in the soup basin was very pleasant .

Xiong Hua quietly pushed Akui presumably, and the sound of snoring stagnated, Akui raised his head in a daze, and asked vaguely with a loud voice, "What's wrong?"

Wu Qing didn't say anything, looked over the Sharon Gate, and looked out to the street in the middle of the town,

The air on the street was distorted, the carriages and horses were silent, the nearby residents were escaping the heat at home, and even the livestock were brought into the awning.

The summer wind blows from the gaps in the houses to the street, filling the air with yellow sand, and the green of the cactus is rough.The sound of hoofbeats came from far away in the street.

A group of cavalry chased a puff of yellow sand, turned the corner, and caught Wu Qing's eyes.

One man was riding on the bulldog-shaped Quarter horses of different coat colors. The horse team was in the shape of wild goose, from small to large, from far to near, from blurred to clear, and came to the front of the tavern.

As mentioned earlier, all of them are dressed in cowboys, with wide-brimmed hats, spur boots, leather loincloth wide leggings, and around their waists there are revolver chambers that are casually bound by belts to reflect the glare of the sun.

It is very reminiscent of the movie "The Brave Seven Dragons" that Wu Qing watched in his previous life.

Just looking up, the seven people showed brown and flat faces from under the wide-brimmed hats, looking back at Wu Qing silently.

A group of menacing Indian gunmen galloped into the white town. If Xiong Hua hadn't greeted them long ago, the sheriff would have led someone to stop them with guns.

Wu Qing put his feet on the crossbar, swept his eyes, and saw the number of cavalry in his eyes.Seven people.

Lao Ji and Xiong Hua whispered to each other,
"What do you mean? They are armed with guns, and they are mobbed by horses. Are you here to negotiate or to fight?"

"I'm afraid you don't want to recognize it so simply?"

"Or do you just think that they have more capital? Even if the two parties cooperate, they should be the manor?"

"Screw the fucking bullshit and dream about their big heads!"

Whispering.

Seven Shoshone men rode their horses to the front of the tavern, pulled the reins, and swung the horses' heads in unison. There was a series of groaning sounds, and the horses' hoofs stepped restlessly on the ground. , Get off your horse.

The first to step up the steps of the tavern was the leader of the seven.

This is an Indian man named Miktlan, with a short and thick beard around his thick lips, his lips are tightly closed, his jaw is slightly tilted to the left, and he has a fierce temperament.

As soon as his feet hit the ground, he asked the people behind to follow him, and jumped up the steps in front of the tavern in two or three steps. With his hands on his hands, the unique squeaking sound of spur boots knocked open the salon door one after another.

The braided men in the tavern were shocked immediately, and put their big hands on their waists, watching the seven Shoshone men filing in at the door with vigilant eyes.

The atmosphere was tense for a moment.

Wu Qing tilted his head, and A Kui was holding a copper plate in front of his eyes, and was looking at Miktlan who came in with the copper plate eyes.

He had heard Xiding talk about Akui's copper plate before.

Wu Qing asked,
"See what?"

He asked Akui to come from Xiong Hua. Apart from closing his eyes, he also had another plan, but he put this plan at a later date, and we will talk about it later.

A Kui put down the copper plate and replied honestly, "Dog...",
Then Xiong Hua poked his waist with the tip of his thumb,
"What are you talking about?"

A Kui grinned, and quickly changed his words,
"……dog."

Miktera, who opened the door and came in, shrank his pupils. He was chosen as the negotiating envoy, so he naturally understands Chinese. Hearing what Akui said, it was very difficult for him to look away from the face of this stupid big man. .

After looking at A Kui several times, he concluded that he is an ordinary person, and he was even more surprised.

There is no other reason.

The Shoshone people are different from ordinary Indians. Ordinary Indians are named after their nicknames. However, the Shoshone people who once had a brilliant civilization have the habit of having their birth year written by the priests through a life book. The way of the month and day, divination of the appropriate name.

Speaking of it is a bit similar to the fortune-telling of the birth date of the Gan people, so the name of every Shoshone person heralds his future.

Of course, that is no longer the case, as Second Priest Tlaloc has defected with their order.

However, Michtlan was born before Tlaloc's defection, and his name was derived from the fate book.

This is a very important name, and it is the name of the Shoshone god, the god of the dead zone, and the symbol of the god of the dead zone is the "dog".

How could he not be surprised by A Kui who saw through him at a glance?But at this time, he had no time to worry, thinking of his purpose of coming here, his heart trembled slightly, his eyes were fixed on Wu Qing, and he stood still a few meters away from Wu Qing.

Wu Qing, who learned the meaning of Miktlan's name from Tlaloc, looked at Miktlan with strange eyes.

He was sitting on a big horse with a golden knife, rubbing his chin with his palm, asking the question knowingly,

"They all bear the names of your Shoshone gods. You are far worse than Sipe. He is a skinless god. What kind of god are you?"

He was relieved to see clearly that there was only one [Leopard Cat Warrior] in Michtlan's status bar, which showed his extraordinary status.

"Just not yet."

Michteran's answer is intriguing.

Wu Qing touched it.He originally thought that Xipei changed his name after receiving divine indoctrination, but now it seems that it is the first name, and then instilled?
But it doesn't matter, the so-called gods of this small tribe with less than 1 people are similar to the ghosts in the legend of Qianguo who occupy the mountains and become kings, and in terms of population, they may not be as popular as a town god in a Qianguo county. .

After uncovering the matter and not mentioning it, Wu Qing's eyes became more and more unfriendly, and he smiled on the surface and said,

"Tell me, where are your high priests? I only gave him this face because I heard him say that I want to have an in-person interview, but what about others now?"

As soon as the voice fell, as Xiong Hua made a gesture, the thugs scattered in the booth all arched their waists, their toes almost stomped on the floor, and the creaking sound continued one after another, as if they were all ready to go. hound.

But seeing Miktlan take a deep breath,

"I'm just not as good as Xipe for the time being, but after two months at most, I can also call myself the god of the dead zone. For me, Shoshone, the importance is by no means lower than that of the high priest."

Xiong Hua said gloomyly, "Don't talk so much nonsense, what about you high priests, if he doesn't come, it will be difficult for you to leave?!"

Miktlan stared at Wu Qing, "Sipe died in your hands, how dare the high priest take risks alone, isn't it natural for him to be worried?"

Wu Qing didn't return, Lao Ji reprimanded,

"He didn't dare to take risks because he was afraid of dying here. You dare to come, do you really think you can't die?...Look clearly, there are dozens of guns here, and Mr. Explain the compensation clearly?"

Unexpectedly, Miktlan shook his head fearlessly,

"I'm not here to negotiate."

Karma—I don’t know how many sharp gunshots can be gathered together!

Before the words fell, Xiong Hua's old man was vicious, and Tlaloc was in a hurry to persuade him.

The corners of Wu Qing's mouth reached dangerously close to his ears, his eyes flickered fiercely, and an arc of light appeared in the palm of his hand...

But the next moment...

thump!
Resound!
The seven Shoshone men turned out to be all short and neatly knelt on their knees, with Miktlan at the head, slashing their necks and yelling loudly,

"I would like to win the heads of seven of us to establish a friendship between our family and your side. Xipei killed eight people from the Xionghua Company, seven of us and Xipei, a total of eight people, with their lives for their lives!"

The atmosphere stagnated suddenly.

This sudden scene, even Wu Qing couldn't escape, together with the others, he was stunned... making a fuss.

　I'm really stupid, both Guhuo Niao and Jinmen No. [-] fell on the steampunk background of the magic reform... I actually plunged into it... Looking back at these two books, I found that when Gu Huo Niao wrote the steampunk background It took longer to finish writing.

　　Then I didn’t overestimate myself and integrated Aztec into it. Just looking at names like Isquintelli, Ossetrol, Texis Skatel, and Tezcatlipoca It's easy to get big, right?

　　Also, the upper limit will be exempted immediately, on the 16th or the 18th, if you have a lot of money, you can chase after it if you don’t care, I like it too... But the two-day exemption is quite a deal.

　　When I was recommended again, I withered, and in the previous new book issue, there were fewer and more recommended places... Time is also fate

　　


(End of this chapter)