Chapter 697

There is no doubt that under the deliberate stimulation of Zhang Cheng, the conversation between fake father and son finally broke up unhappily.

Chen song came with expectation and hope, but left with pain and despair.

Because in his eyes, his son has become the same as his ex-wife. He is an evil man who does everything to achieve his goal, not the way he has always imagined in his mind.

Not long after the decadent old man left the captain's room, Martha poked half her head out of the next room with her laptop and asked curiously, "are you finished?"

"Of course! I've got the information I want." Zhang Cheng pursed his lips, revealing undisguised playfulness in his tone.

Obviously, by constantly using language to stimulate the most sensitive nerves, he succeeded in reading that interesting life experience from each other's brain memory.

It has to be said that this wonderful couple was like firewood and fire. They were firmly attracted by each other's unique temperament and ignored the huge differences in personality. As a result, when the passion began to subside, the conflict came as scheduled.

After all, there is an irreconcilable contradiction between a man who advocates a free life and a strong woman who is ambitious and eager to realize her self-worth.

But what's really interesting is that they haven't gone through divorce procedures yet

"Hey! Your smile seems a little strange?" Martha had an unspeakable strange feeling and shivered subconsciously.

"Weird? Hehe! You don't understand how interesting this thing is. Well, let's stop here. Tell me, has the second half of the mural been interpreted?" Zhang Cheng turned his eyes to the laptop screen.

You should know that it is not an "antique" produced in 2004, but a micro supercomputer specially developed by the Divine Shield Bureau for field agents. It has many very practical and powerful functions. As long as there are corresponding references, it can quickly interpret completely unfamiliar words and pictures.

"Yes! It's all done!" MANSA quickly put her laptop on the table, pointed to the documents on the screen and explained: "Do you see these circular symbols that appear most frequently? They represent the sun god in Inca mythology, while those below represent the emperor of the Inca Empire. According to them, the emperor is the direct descendant of the sun god inti, so after the emperor dies, both soul and body will return to the embrace of the sun."

"It sounds a little similar to Egyptian mythology, doesn't it?" Zhang Cheng said to himself touching his chin.

"The first half is a little similar, yes, but the second half is different. The Egyptian pharaohs thought their death was temporary and would be resurrected by the gods one day, so they wantonly built pyramids to protect their remains. But the Inca mythological emperors would not resurrect. On the contrary, they would return to the embrace of the gods through a ceremony. The city of gold is a legend It is a transit station to the eternal kingdom of the sun god inti. The souls of every emperor will live here until the agreed date comes. "MANSA explained with a little excitement.

After hearing these interesting details, Zhang Cheng immediately asked, "what do you mean by the appointed day? Who is the owner of the golden city?"

"The appointed day refers to the myth that the Sun God once promised to take all his lineal blood away and enjoy eternal life and glory in his country. As for the owner of the Golden City, it is not mentioned in the mural, but I think it should be the ancestor goddess bachue. Oh, by the way, I also found an interesting little thing in the process of interpretation. I believe you should be interested Interesting. "

With that, MANSA quickly slid the screen to the bottom, showing a line of patterns composed of more than a dozen strange animal pictograms.

"What's this?" Zhang Cheng's face showed an interested expression.

MANSA smiled proudly and replied, "I think it should be a spell. Have you noticed the same symbols as these animals? Try to simulate the cry of corresponding animals, and soon you will feel an unspeakable energy resonance. But I'm not an expert in this field, you are."

"Curse?!" Zhang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise. Without saying a word, he immediately began to simulate the cry of the first Jaguar and constantly adjust the tone and volume.

After a while, he found a relatively stable balance.

Followed by the second, third and fourth

When the last one was deciphered and the whole spell was read out completely, a golden light suddenly shone on the wall of the captain's room through the window, showing one or two light spots.

One is the size of a fist, the other is slightly smaller, only the size of a walnut.

"This... This is!!" cried Martha excitedly.

"If I guess correctly, this should be a positioning magic. The one that is constantly moving should represent our current position, and the other represents the position of the key to the golden city. Turn the bow, and it's time to end the long and boring search." Zhang Cheng gave the answer without hesitation.

As the order was conveyed, the fleet immediately adjusted its direction and entered at full speed towards the southwest. It arrived at the designated position in about two hours and began to put down the deep diving camera to observe the surrounding seabed.

Facts proved that his inference was not wrong at all.

Just more than 3640 meters below the docking position, there is a large galleon broken into two sections from the middle, and the bow looks like a female image wearing a crown and bathed in flames.

Needless to ask, this must be the legendary queen of fire.

No hesitation!

The two fishing boats directly lowered their jibs and trawls and picked up the scattered goods one by one from the deep sea.

Before dark, a golden mural covered with a thick layer of seaweed and shellfish was sent to Zhang Cheng.

Despite centuries of baptism and seawater erosion, the murals still show no signs of rust and oxidation.

It is half a meter wide and one meter long. Its thickness is almost the same as that of the little finger. There are even a small amount of stone debris on its back. It looks like it was forcibly pried off the wall.

The Spanish colonists did not seem to realize the real value of this golden mural. They just regarded it as a handicraft and prepared to transport it back to the royal family for collection.

Gently touching the convex part on the surface of the mural, Zhang Cheng felt a powerful force, a positive energy as warm and hot as the sun.

After a full minute, he nodded and praised with satisfaction: "well done! I'll leave the rest of the salvage work to you. Now I need to return to New York to deal with some very important things."

"No problem! But I want to know, what are you going to do with the gold, silver and jewelry salvaged on board? If it is followed the legal process, it may lead to international lawsuits, which is quite troublesome." jag asked carefully.

"Don't worry, just ship it back to New York directly. I haven't degenerated to let a second-class European country rob my own things..."