Chapter 137

After rescuing all the survivors, Jiang Le wandered around the strange people's tribe to see if he could find some clues, but this strange people's tribe was similar to the tribe destroyed by Jiang Le before, and there was no clue.

In this way, Jiang Le's eyes fell on the almost half broken wooden tower that had been strafed by Gatlin.

There are many totems in this wooden tower that Jiang Le has never seen before. People who are a little interested in primitive civilization know that totems are of great significance to a civilization. When they can't express their meaning in words, totems are the most direct expression.

When Jiang Le climbed up the wooden tower, the first thing he saw was the white haired old man who had been shot dead by Gatlin. There were dozens of bullet holes on his body. Even if it was put on the brown bear, it would be a fatal injury, so Jiang Le didn't care much. He directly stepped over the old man's body and continued to walk towards the wooden tower.

But at this time, the old man who had been lying on the ground motionless suddenly moved, directly reached out and grabbed Jiang Le's ankle, while trying to break his calf.

Jiang Le's reaction was also fast. In an instant, he sat on the ground and restrained the old man's arm. This is a common fighting skill in UFC, which is very useful for controlling other people's actions.

"Guab!" The old man stared at Jiang Le angrily with three eyes open. His face was full of anger. He stretched out another punch to hit Jiang Le.

But how could Jiang Le let him succeed? He quickly took out the left wheel in his handbag and shot the old man in the head.

Bang!

In today's close range shooting, the bullet directly enters from the left temple of the old man and exits from the right temple. The two bullet holes are particularly conspicuous.

"Shit, is the vitality of the Maya so tenacious? He was shot dozens of times without death? " Jiang Le got up and shot all the remaining five bullets out of the revolver at the old man's head.

Bang bang!

Looking at the five more bullet holes, Jiang Le put away the left wheel: "now you're always dead. I don't believe your brain has been shot and rotten. You can still live."

The third eye is the symbol of the third solar age race. The Mayans were able to use the power of the pineal gland. To a large extent, they probably had a third eye on their forehead. Looking at the old man with eyebrows and green eyes, Jiang Le couldn't help thinking: "is this the descendant of the Mayans in that year? The Mayans with pure blood have continued their blood to this day? "

Whew!

Just as Jiang Le stared at the old man's body and thought deeply, the third eye in the middle of the old man's eyebrows moved inexplicably, bounced out at a speed that ordinary people's naked eyes could not react, and suddenly hit Jiang Le's forehead.

Suddenly, a large number of green tentacles extended from the surface of this eye, inserted into the skin of Jiang Le's forehead and drilled into the meat at the same time, which has a great momentum to parasitize into Jiang Le's brain.

"What?!" Jiang Le was immediately shocked.

What the hell is going on with this guy? Is it still human?

You can't die from dozens of shots in your body, and you can't die from six shots in your brain. This TM even Maya is ridiculous!

There was no chance for people to respond. Jiang Le only felt a pain in his brain. Before, he suddenly blacked out and fell unconscious to the ground.

……

This is a vast and boundless land. In the distance, high towers with a strong sense of science fiction are under construction, and a large number of pyramids stand on the earth like houses.

Jiang Le stood on a hillside overlooking all this, full of doubts.

How did I show up here?

At this time, a virtual figure slowly appeared beside him. It looked like the white haired old man just now.

At this time, he stood beside Jiang Le with a peaceful face and looked into the distance with Jiang Le. His face was full of pride.

"Are you Maya?" Jiang Le asked.

"Is that what your race calls me?" The old man asked.

"Yes."

"Although your weapons are not very powerful, they can not be detected by mental power. It's really beyond my surprise, otherwise you can't kill me." The old man was extremely confident: "it seems that your race is taking a different road from mine. I'm full of curiosity about this new world. I'll borrow your body to have a look at the new world outside."

"Wait, you said to borrow my body?" Jiang Le frowns. This doesn't sound very comfortable.

"It's rare that you don't wonder why we can communicate barrier free when we are two different races?" The old man showed a mysterious smile: "we are now in your spiritual world. What you see in front of us is my memory. The spirit between us is shared. As long as I clear your spiritual will here, your body will belong to me."

"What..." Jiang Legang wanted to say something. The old man's hands had tightly clamped his neck. Suddenly, a sense of suffocation filled Jiang Le's whole body, which made him feel very uncomfortable.

At this time, the old man looked ferocious: "your race, the development of spiritual power is completely 0. In front of my spirit, you have no ability to resist. Give up resistance and give me this body!"

Seeing that his body was slowly thinning out, and there was a virtual dissipation phenomenon from the position of his legs, Jiang Le immediately panicked.