The setting sun shoots blood and falls on the comfrey manor. What used to be gorgeous and flashy has turned into dilapidated and destroyed eyes. Outside the manor, the branches and leaves of rags were scattered, and there were more traces of chopping and chiseling. In the manor, the stems of dahlias were broken and trampled into the dust. Among the flowers and trees, the gold and silver carved buildings are dyed with fresh red, like the brush of death, writing the imprint of the end.

Huitu Puap came with a thousand elite warriors, full of murderous intent. In just half a day, he captured the Zicao family's manor. Most of the more than 200 Zicao warriors stationed died in battle, a few were captured, and only a few scattered people fled southeast. Subsequently, more than 300 Zicao people were captured by the warriors and detained in the main hall deep in the manor. Among them, there are sixty or seventy of Gulamo's wives, concubines and heirs.

At this moment, hundreds of Qin Congcan warriors are patrolling the manor repeatedly, looking for fish that slipped through the net. And Pu'apu personally led a hundred warriors to torture the Zicao people in the palace.

"Say! Where did Gramo go?!"

"I...I'm just a servant...ah..."

Huitu Pu'apu looked fierce, grabbed the opponent's hair with his left hand, and slashed fiercely with the long dagger in his right hand! The warmth splashed in an instant, and Gulamo's servant died instantly. Then, his eyes were red, and he grabbed a middle-aged nobleman by the hair, and put the blood-stained dagger on the opponent's neck.

"Say! Where did Gramo go?!"

"I...I don't know clan brother...uh..."

With a fierce flash of light, Puap swung his sharp blade again. Then, he wiped his face with his cuff, licked the corner of his mouth, and grabbed another elder.

"Say! Where did Gramo go?!"

"I...he, he is the son of Guramo, he knows."

"Um."

Puap nodded. He retracted the dagger with a sneer, then suddenly sent it forward, stirred it vigorously, and pulled it out again!

"ah!..."

The old clansman was bleeding from his chest and fell to the ground. Afterwards, Puap strode forward and grabbed the identified young nobleman. He pressed the **** dagger against the opponent's cheek.

"Say! Where did Gramo go?!"

"Ah! Father...Father came back not long ago and hurriedly took away a few brothers, and then he went, went..."

The young noble's legs were weak, and he collapsed on the ground, with snot and tears streaming down his face. Gulamo didn't even enter the manor, but hurried away the few people who had been waiting. And he was hanging out with his father's dancer at the time, and he was a little late to get the news, so he passed the only chance of life.

"Where did you go?!"

"Go to the south lake...Ah!"

Pu'apu pulled out the dagger neatly, and angrily said to Qin Wei.

"Separate two hundred warriors to search the lake in the south! Try to find some boats!"

"Yes, deputy army commander!"

The personal guards bowed their heads in response, and took orders to leave. General Huitu didn't like others to call him Battalion Commander, but preferred to be called Deputy Commander. Of course, the current title is only shouted in the camp.

Huitu Puap stood where he was, looking around the hall with red eyes. The four walls of the main hall depict naked goddesses and graceful dancers. At this time, the goddess is stained with bright red, and the dancing girl is stepping on the corpse, showing a coquettish beauty. His eyes swept across the crowd manically, and his eyes stayed on the concubines of Gulamo.

After a few breaths, he made a choice, strode directly, picked up a feisty woman who was tied up, and dragged her to the side hall next to her. After a while, deep gasps followed, accompanied by a woman's flattering voice. The voice quickly rushed, and then became high-pitched. In the side hall, there was first a hysterical man's roar, followed by a woman's scream, and all the voices stopped at the same time.

Pu'apu walked out of the side hall with fresh blood on his body, and his violent eyes finally calmed down. At this time, he had to admit that Gulamo, the insidious poisonous snake, had escaped from the snare.

"Secret letter... secret letter... where is the secret letter?!"

Holding the last luck, Puap whispered to himself. Afterwards, his eyes turned cold, he replaced the worn obsidian dagger, and walked towards the Zicao tribe again.

The setting sun fell into the sky, darkness enveloped the earth, covering up endless blood. The samurai who went to Nanhu to search had not yet returned, and Sky Horta had already arrived one step ahead.

"How about it!"

Horta asked irritably with an anxious expression.

"He escaped. The letter was not found."

Puap lowered his eyes and shook his head. Afterwards, he asked equally eagerly.

"How is it in the city?"

"The city was broken. The legion circled around the east gate, and the defenders there immediately collapsed. Then, the warriors jumped over the wall and entered. The rebels in the city resisted for a while, and then surrendered one after another. Now, the four gates of the city have been sealed. Damn, the rebels in the brigade either died or surrendered, leaving only some stragglers who couldn't escape..."

Horta answered confidently. He didn't mention the golden-armored leader who died in the battle at the North Gate, because as expected, he was just a stand-in.

"Where's General Etalik?"

"He's intact, and he's got five hundred Mexica warriors under him."

Speaking of this, Horta's face was a little indignant.

"Etalik, this old guy! We traveled hundreds of miles, day and night, to rescue him. He actually sits high on the pyramid temple, and let me go to see him alone!"

"Oh? Visit alone?"

Puap raised his brows and asked back.

"You went alone?"

"...I went. He brought more than a dozen bodyguards, but he didn't dare to say anything!"

Horta's eyes flickered, and he turned his head slightly, staggering Puap's eyes.

"If it hadn't been for his profound qualifications and being a warrior from His Highness's family..."

Huitu Pu'apu was silent. There is basically no difference between going with a dozen bodyguards and going alone. He thought for a while and asked again.

"What did the old general say?"

"The old guy asked me to divide my troops to suppress the chaos in the city, and then control the streets and prohibit civilians from passing. I left 1,500 people in the city to quell the chaos, so I came directly with 500 guards."

"Five hundred Mexica warriors still on the temple pyramid?"

"It was still there when I left."

"Um."

Puap nodded silently. It seems that General Etalik has also become suspicious of them. Gulamo's assassination this time put the generals from Prepecha in an embarrassing situation. He and Horta had contacted Gulamo many times, which was embarrassment of embarrassment, even dangerous.

"Damn it! Horta, I've been tricked by you!"

Thinking of this, Puap cursed under his breath.

"The secret letter may have been taken away by Gulamo!"

"ah!"

Horta looked nervous, and subconsciously held the dagger at his waist.

The two were annoyed when suddenly a personal guard came from the hall and reported back.

"Deputy head, we tortured Gulamo's trusted servant, and he said that Gulamo has a secret room!"

"Um?"

"Walk!"

Hearing this, the eyes of the two brightened. They shouted almost simultaneously.

"Lead the way ahead!"

Holding torches, everyone followed the trembling servants to the family warehouse behind the main hall. The warehouse has many rooms, one of which is filled with unknown herbs and bottles. The servant walked to the innermost part of the room, pushed aside a wooden table, and pointed to the wooden board below.

"My lord, here it is."

Oort sneered, the so-called "secret room" hardly had any secret measures, it was just a cool cellar. He lifted the wooden board directly, and a pungent herbal smell mixed with strong blood came to his nostrils.

Pu'apu grimaced, holding the long dagger at his waist. He gestured to the guards on the left and right, and several guards held torches and walked carefully into the cellar. Then, a low exclamation came from the front.

"ah!"

"This is?"

"Lord God!..."

Puap waited patiently until a personal guard came back.

"Deputy Army Commander, there is no danger ahead, only a strange...earth wall?"

"Um?"

Puap looked at Horta and stepped into the cellar first. The cellar was not deep, it was cool and dry, and the further one walked in, the stronger the smell of blood would make people dizzy. After a while, a group of people walked into the deepest part, and a vast basement appeared in front of them.

"...Guramo is a disgusting poisonous snake! Warriors collect the heads of powerful warriors and build skull walls to show off their military exploits! And he actually collected so many women's heads and preserved them with herbs, what a disgusting person coward!"

Puap let out a disdainful "pooh". Horta shuddered.

In front of everyone, there was an earthen wall seven or eight meters long and two meters high. On the dirt wall is a hole the size of a human head. In the holes, the heads of young women are neatly stored. They are all treated with antiseptic herbs, most of them have long hair, dry and pale skin, and different expressions can be vaguely recognized. Some are terrified, some are afraid, some are desperate, some are relieved, and some are smiling.

At this moment, there are hundreds of heads on the entire wall, all with empty eyes, staring at everyone strangely. On the wall beside the head, there are also detailed graphic and textual annotations, which seem to be evaluations of the collection.

If Shulot stood here and examined carefully, he could make out a withered head in the middle. She had a relieved smile on her face, and she looked somewhat similar to Medina. And on the note next to her is a sad smiling face.

Historically, this kind of underground or semi-underground building is called the skull wall, which is a custom handed down from the Teotihuacan era, and is usually built underground in ancient temples. The skeleton itself records the achievements of the builder and also symbolizes the sacrifice to the gods. This worship of death is deeply rooted in the hearts of various tribes in Central America, just like the Day of the Dead in later generations.

"Bah, what a waste of time!"

Pu'apu looked at it for a while, and determined that this was just a simple skeleton storage room. Unable to restrain his anger, he grabbed the servant on the ground and swung the long dagger vigorously, and the storage room was filled with fresh blood red.

Everyone came out of the cellar and returned to the manor again. After being busy for a while, the samurai who went to search by the lake have returned. They didn't find the boat, they didn't find anyone, and they returned without success.

"Puap, what should we do now? Do we want to continue the interrogation?"

Horta looked worried, vaguely panicked.

"Continue to interrogate? The Praetorian Guards are on their way south, we have no time!"

Speaking of this, Pu Apu's eyes turned cold, and his chest was filled with murderous intent.

"Your Majesty said that we want to sacrifice the Zicao family! Then, we will kill all the Zicao family members, and then burn the whole manor to ashes! Anyway, none of the Zicao family is clean. They are all rotten wood from the kingdom... If the secret letter is still in the manor, it will be over."

"Ah? If the secret letter is still in Gulamo's hands, wouldn't we be threatened by him?..."

"Well...the only way now is to confess to His Majesty and surrender!"

Puap frowned and pondered for a moment. He remembered what the old militia had said after drinking, and finally spoke up.

"Since you can't find the letter, you can only confess! There is nothing in those letters, just some... just some assumptions that will not happen."

"Old man Qi once said that there is no loyalty like a stone in the world, but loyalty like a tree. As long as your majesty rules the world and is high above the world, the tree will live. Every branch, every leaf, is loyal! Let him live Just live, and die if you want him to die. And if His Majesty does not return from the Northern Expedition, the tree will die. Loyalty will rot, and the wood will also rot. At that time, not to mention us, even the most loyal Ezpan will Choose the Rebel Alliance!..."

"Your Majesty is a king who can see very far. We are useful to Your Majesty. As long as you confess your sins sincerely, even if you suffer some punishment, you still have a chance!"

Horta thought for a moment, then nodded helplessly.

"That's the only way! Hey!"

The two sighed, ordered a few words to their personal guards, and stopped talking. Soon, the dying wailing sounded quickly, and then subsided suddenly. The Prepecha warriors simply looted some property and set fire to the stone and wood houses.

The wind helped the fire, but within two quarters of an hour, the vast Zicao Manor was engulfed in a raging sea of ​​flames! Trees are burning, flowers are burning, buildings are burning, and corpses are burning.

The glorious family that has been passed down for more than two hundred years is destroyed! All the glory of the past, all the sins of the past, were reduced to ashes in the fire, and then drifted in the wind. Outside the manor, the tall comfrey rags were lit by the fire, burning from the bottom to the top, like a row of torches more than 20 meters high, shining brightly in the dim night.

"Puap! Horta!..."

Atoyak Lake reflects the distant firelight. Gullamore stood in a canoe with a few people beside him. His heart was in great pain, his face was ferocious like a snake, tears of regret fell down in big drops, and turned into venom of hatred, deeply buried in his heart. After a while, he wiped away his tears and whispered to the people around him.

"Why are you crying?! As long as we are still here, the family will still be here. Let's go!"

"Father, where are we going?"

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Gramo didn't speak. He put his hand deep into his bosom, and carefully took out a jade talisman. This was left by a guest from afar during the King's Northern Expedition. He thought that it would be useless at all, but he never thought that this would be his last retreat... and he didn't know what fate was waiting for him.

"Boat, go east!"

Gulamo glanced at the mysterious symbol on the jade talisman and said coldly. Then, he held the jade talisman tightly, turned his hands behind his back, took one last look at the burning manor, and left by boat. On the front of the jade talisman was engraved a hummingbird in the sun, and on the back of the jade talisman was a small square Chinese character, "Mi".

The night was dark and the fire was shining brightly. At the same time, the veteran Etalik stood on the south side of the Great Temple, which was the battlefield where the Zicao warrior died in the last battle. He frowned, looked at the fallen corpse in front of him, and fell silent.

The corpse had a smile on its face, beside it was the stripped copper armor, and on top of the copper armor was a leather bag stained red with blood. The leather bag was found from the bronze armor of the deceased, and the inside was well preserved. After a little inspection, it was... two secret letters!

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