I made up myths in America

Chapter 13 Banshee Town

On the road to Pennsylvania, Luke had no idea he had been discovered.

At this time, he was lying on the roof of the truck, enduring the violent bumps, and at the same time complaining in his heart that their country was too free.

Outrageous guys like the one below, who I don’t know if they have ever read the traffic rules, can become long-distance truck drivers.

Scratch! ! !

Fortunately, this torture did not last long.

Soon, Luke arrived at his destination.

The delivery location of this unreliable driver was also Banshee Town, and it was a large casino in Banshee Town.

Looking around, all the cars parked outside the casino were luxury cars.

Some young girls in cool and revealing clothes stood in twos and threes outside the casino, like little white rabbits waiting to be chosen by their owners.

"Haha, Julia, long time no see, you still look so beautiful and charming."

The truck driver parked his car and walked over with an extremely skilled gesture. He put his arm around a plump young woman with heavy makeup and started to touch her all over, flirting with her.

"???"

Luke Duncan, who witnessed all this, was full of questions and wanted to ask, "Is this an Indian reservation?"

In his stereotype, shouldn't Indian reservations be places that preserve traditional architecture and are both poor and backward?

But what he saw now was a full Las Vegas style, which seemed very inconsistent to Luke.

"Hey, guy over there, what are you doing on top of the car?"

At this time, a casino staff member who came to move goods noticed Luke's presence, pulled out a gun from his waist and walked over quickly.

But when he approached the truck, there was no one on the roof.

The two strong Indian men who came with him looked at him and said jokingly, "Falcon, it seems that even your eyes can be deceiving."

"impossible."

The Indian sturdy man named Falcon looked up and around, with an expression of disbelief, and said:

"I clearly saw a person on the roof just now."

This is thanks to the Indian Gaming Regulatory Act passed by the federal government in 1988 and the degree of autonomy that Indian tribes have within their reservations.

Not only is it not illegal for them to open casinos on the reservation, but it is also seen by the federal and state governments as an important means to promote economic development, create jobs, increase revenue and improve infrastructure.

The above are the original words that Luke just found on the Internet.

Considering that he was basically naked now, he just sneaked into an empty house in the town, found some clothes that fit his body size, and used the computer in the master bedroom to search for some information about the Indian tribe.

However, it would have been better if he hadn't searched. After searching carefully, he became even more confused.

According to information on the Internet, Indians are not as poor, simple and backward as portrayed in movies and TV shows.

On the contrary, they have retained relative independence and autonomy, and have vigorously developed the gambling, pornography, tourism and even arms and drug businesses within the reservation, developing these black industries in full swing. Many gangs that purchase goods from them have to act according to their wishes.

This made Luke, who had come here to see the things that reminded him of his mother and learn about her past, completely confused. He walked the streets of the town in a daze, not knowing what to do next.

"Are you here for tourism? Would you like to try our Indian divination? Our witch is almost a hundred years old this year and is very effective."

Before he knew it, Luke had reached the tourist area west of the town and was pulled in by an Indian boy who was guarding a tent and looked a bit smart.

"boom!!!"

After Luke walked in, the only light source in the tent, the two flames placed in the iron basin, also expanded, allowing Luke to see the Indian witch sitting in the middle of the tent, wearing a colorful feather crown, traditional clothes, and slightly white eyes.

Apart from anything else, this way of appearance alone can fool many tourists who are visiting the Indian tribe for the first time.

If you add to that the layers of wrinkles on the witch's face and her blind eyes that seem to contain infinite wisdom and can see through everything, she will be able to scare even more people.

But Luke Duncan, whose physical senses were greatly enhanced, was obviously not among these people.

He could spot at a glance some details that ordinary people would find difficult to spot in dim conditions.

For example, the wrinkles on the witch's face are not natural enough, and if you look closely, you can still find some flaws.

Although her neck is covered by clothes, you can still see that the skin color there is different from that on her face.

And her blind eyes might be fake. She was probably wearing some special cosmetic contact lenses. Luke could clearly feel that besides the Indian boy, there was another person staring at him in the tent.

“ausjiaxsh.”

At this time, the witch sat there and said a string of difficult to understand words. The Indian boy acted as an interpreter and said to Luke:
"The witch said you are destined to be with her. She asked you to sit down and she will help you feel the presence of the gods, who will answer the questions in your heart."

".good."

For some reason, Luke knew it was fake, but he still sat down in the tent and closed his eyes as he was told.

Great, someone finally got fooled!
Mom’s hospital bills for this month are settled!!
The young Indian boy and the 'witch' sitting cross-legged in the middle of the tent both showed a hint of joy at this.

The two of them looked at each other and began the next step of their performance, just as their mother usually did as a witch.

"shjkduisi, suaim, skwig"

A series of difficult and profound sacrificial words came out of the witch's mouth.

She stood up and put a bundle of herbs she had prepared in advance into the brazier to burn. Then she shook a bone tool in her hand that made a dull sound and danced around Luke, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

Boom!
dong dong! !
Listening to this somewhat familiar tune, even though he knew it was fake, Luke's heart quickly calmed down and he entered a special state very similar to his last dream.

He once again came to the sacred and tall Moon Pyramid.

This time, there were no longer many people standing on it, but only him and the high priest wearing a golden mask.

"Shores, descendant of the great eagle, the despicable Spaniards used tricks and plague to capture the great city of Tenochtitlan, and now they want to rob the sacred artifact given to us by the gods. Do you agree?"

“No, absolutely not!!”

"Very good, the bravest warrior of the Aztec Empire, take the mask of Tlaloc, the rain god, and leave here, the farther the better. Remember, you must protect it with your life and soul, and protect this glory bestowed upon us by the gods."

(End of this chapter)