Chapter 27 (1/2)
The rainy season in Borneo is humid and muggy.
In the small town beside the primeval forest, the heavy rain was falling, and the locals were walking in confusion on the muddy streets. In the street shadows scattered in the distance, a three-story building stands out from the crowd, especially conspicuous in a group of dilapidated houses.
Chen ang held an umbrella above his head. The cold wind and rain were isolated. When the locals saw him, they bowed their heads respectfully and walked away around him. Several foreigners passed by him and gave him a curious look.
After all, it's always strange to wear spotless clothes in the torrential rain. Chen Ang's face temperament, obviously not local, is even more conspicuous.
”Samantha, don't look.”
The leading white young man shouted and called back their attention. Several people quickly lowered their heads and followed him into the bar. There was a voice of his doubt: ”where is Jin Song? Damn, we don't have time. The flowering period of blood orchid is about to pass!”
Chen ang ignored them. Since these ignorant protagonists chose to explore, they must be prepared to fight against the dangerous jungle. Driven by greed, they are not innocent.
Nature is a law that does not apply to human beings. Chen ang also needs to be in awe of the survival of the fittest.
”Dadal!” a local respectfully saluted Chen ang and said in local dialect, ”amanra, please go there. He found the record of the Dragon King.”
”Dadal” in the local language means wizard, the messenger of the elves of all things.
Chen ang smiled faintly and said to him in the same local language, ”I know, you go down first!”
Then, in the awe of the local people, he stepped into the mud and disappeared into the night step by step. The young man who sent the letter lowered his head and looked at the place where Chen ang had stepped. On the muddy ground, the water overflowed, but there were no footprints left. He respectfully bowed to the place where Chen ang left.
Amanra is a local great wizard, who has inherited dozens of generations of witch medicine, herbs and voodoo. It has the prestige of gods and has considerable control over the indigenous people in the jungle. For this wild land, Chinese civilization has a profound influence. Even great wizards like amanra must respect Chinese warlocks.
In the face of Chen ang, the magical herbs and magic tricks that amanra relies on have no effect. For this young Chinese, he is respectful and afraid. The power that controls life and drives disease makes him like a God.
His pious lower head offered Chen ang a roll of worn bark, ”guru, the record of the Dragon King has been found. This is the totem presented by the Gould tribe, which records the shadow of the Dragon King, the gift of the gods and his blood.”
When Chen ang opened the bark, he saw that it was painted with black brown paint, depicting distorted shadows, like dragons and snakes dancing wildly. A bright and strange pattern was painted in the most prominent place. It was a strange flower with roughly six petals, bright red like fresh blood.
It can preserve the bright colors of pigments for nearly a hundred years. Now it seems to be lifelike. There are mysterious places in Borneo witchcraft!
Chen ang stroked the rough bark and felt a little paralysis on his fingertips. ”There are some mysteries in the application of poison, such as the bark of arrow poison tree, the venom of arrow frog, the feces of bat, the blood of crocodile, and people's heart blood, rough and primitive witchcraft and herbal medicine.”
Amanra lit a lamp for Chen ang to illuminate the wide map in front of him. ”Under the gaze of the Dragon King, the blood of the God can be mixed with many poisons and herbs to make immortal witch medicine. The great wizard at that time lived four or five hundred years before he died. Later wizards forgot the order of adding herbs and lost the witch medicine.”
The dim light shone on his face, and the colorful patterns were mysterious and strange. ”My teacher, old dadala, struggled to live for more than 200 years and told me the secret.”
Chen ang gently snapped his fingers, and a silver white circular robot came buzzing in the air. The warm white light immediately spread all over the room, illuminating the room. Behind them, a large ship stopped on the dock behind the house, and a long shadow entrenched on the ship.
Amanra saw the shadow, bent down excitedly and lay down in front of it.
The blue vertical pupil suddenly opened, and the shadow rushed across a distance of tens of meters and came to them. The huge snake king, tens of meters long, dressed in a dark green scale, raised his two person high body and gently stopped in front of Chen ang. His head the size of a small car kissed Chen Ang's fingertips.
Feeling the coolness of the snake, Chen ang smiled and lifted his legs, and stepped onto the flat back of the snake's head. He condescended to amanra and said, ”go and collect some witch medicine, and we can use it soon.”