Chapter 389 Secret Letter

The setting sun shot out bloody light and fell on the Lithospermum manor. The beauty and glitz that once existed have turned into dilapidation and destruction before our eyes. Outside the manor, rags and trees were scattered with branches and leaves, showing signs of being chopped, smashed, and chiseled. Inside the manor, dahlia stems were broken and trampled into the dust and mud. Among the flowers and trees, the buildings decorated with gold and silver carvings are dyed with fresh red, like the brush of death, writing the mark of the end.

Huitu Puap came with a thousand elite warriors full of murderous intentions. In just half a day, he captured the Zicao family's manor. Most of the more than two hundred purple grass warriors stationed there were killed in the battle, a few were captured, and only a few scattered to the southeast. Subsequently, more than three hundred members of the Lithospermum tribe were captured by the warriors and imprisoned in the main hall deep in the manor. Among them, there are sixty or seventy people including Gulamo's wives, concubines, and children.

At this moment, hundreds of Qin Congcan warriors were patrolling the manor repeatedly, looking for fish that had slipped through the net. And Puap himself led a hundred warriors to torture the Zicao people in the palace.

"Say! Where did Gulamo go?!"

"I'm just a servant."

Huitu Puap looked fierce, grabbed the opponent's hair with his left hand, and slashed hard with the long dagger in his right hand! The warmth splashed out instantly, and Gulamog's servant died immediately. Then, with his eyes red, he grabbed a middle-aged nobleman's hair and put the blood-stained long dagger on his neck.

"Say! Where did Gulamo go?!"

"I don't know, brother."

Puap flashed a fierce light and waved the blade again. Then, he wiped his face with his sleeves, licked the corners of his mouth, and grabbed another old tribesman.

"Say! Where did Gulamo go?!"

"I him, he is Gulamo's son, he knows."

"Um."

Puap nodded. He sneered and took back the dagger, then thrust it forward suddenly, stirred it hard, and pulled it out again!

"ah!."

The old tribesman's chest was bleeding and he fell to the ground. Then, Puap strode forward and grabbed the identified young noble. He put the long dagger dripping with blood against the opponent's cheek.

"Say! Where did Gulamo go?!"

"Ah! Father. Father came back not long ago and took a few brothers away in a hurry. Then, he went, went."

The young noble's legs became weak and he collapsed on the ground, with snot and tears streaming from his nose. Gulamo didn't even enter the manor, but hurriedly took away a few people who had been waiting. At the time, he was hanging out with his father's dancer, and when he got the news a little late, he missed his only chance of survival.

"Where have you gone?!"

"Go to the south lake!"

Puap pulled out the dagger neatly and said to the guard angrily.

"Separate two hundred warriors and search the lake in the south! Try to find as many boats as possible!"

"Yes, deputy commander!"

The bodyguard bowed his head in response and followed the order. General Huitu doesn't like to be called battalion commander, preferring to be called deputy commander. Of course, for now, this title is just shouted in the camp.

Huitu Puap stood there, looking around the hall with red eyes. The four walls of the hall are painted with naked goddesses and graceful dancing girls. At this time, the goddess was stained with bright red, and the dancer stepped on the corpse, giving her a unique and coquettish beauty. His eyes swept across the crowd manically, and his eyes rested on Gulamo's concubines.

After a few breaths, he made a choice, strode over directly, picked up a tied up feminine woman, and dragged her to the side hall next to her. After a while, deep breathing began, accompanied by the woman's charming voice. The voice came quickly and quickly, then became high-pitched. In the side hall, there was first a hysterical man's roar, then a woman's scream, and all the sounds stopped at the same time.

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

"Mixin. Where is Mixin?"

Puap held on to the last chance and whispered to himself. Then, with a cold look in his eyes, he replaced the worn obsidian dagger and walked towards the Zicao tribe again.

The sun sets in the sky, and darkness covers the earth, covering up the endless blood. The samurai who went to search South Lake had not yet returned, but Sky Orta had already arrived first.

"How about it!"

Horta asked irritably, looking anxious.

"He escaped. The letter was not found."

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

"How is it in the city?"

"The city was broken. The legions went around the east gate, and the defenders there immediately collapsed. Then, the warriors climbed over the wall and entered. The rebels in the city resisted for a while at first, and then surrendered. Now, the four gates in the city have been sealed. If there is a blockage, the large group of rebels will either die or surrender, leaving only a few scattered skirmishers who cannot escape."

Horta answered confidently. He did not mention the golden-armored leader who died in the North Gate battle, because as expected by Huitu, he was just a substitute.

"Where's General Etalik?"

"He is intact and has five hundred Mexica warriors with him."

Speaking of this, Orta's face looked a little angry.

"This old guy Etalik! We traveled hundreds of miles and traveled day and night to save him. He actually sat high on the pyramid temple and asked me to go and see him alone!"

"Oh? Going to visit alone?"

Puap raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Did you go alone?"

".I went. I took a dozen personal guards with me, and he didn't dare to say anything!"

Horta's eyes flashed and he turned his head slightly, avoiding Puap's eyes.

"If it weren't for his seniority and his family background as a warrior."

Pu’apu, the gray earth, was silent. There was basically no difference between going alone with a dozen guards and going alone. He thought for a moment and asked again.

“What did the old general say?”

“The old man asked me to divide the troops to suppress the rebellion in the city, and then control the streets and prohibit civilians from passing. I left 1,500 people in the city to quell the rebellion, and came directly with 500 guards.”

“Are the 500 Mexica warriors still on the temple pyramid?”

“They were still there when I left.”

“Yeah.”

Pu’apu nodded silently. It seems that General Etalik also became suspicious of them. Guramo’s assassination this time put the generals from Prepecha in an awkward situation. He and Orta had contacted Guramo many times, which was an embarrassment in embarrassment, and even a dangerous situation.

“Damn it! Orta, I was screwed by you!”

Thinking of this, Pu’apu cursed in a low voice.

“The secret letter may have been taken away by Guramo!”

“Ah!”

Orta looked nervous and subconsciously grasped the dagger at his waist.

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

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

"Huh?"

"Let's go!"

Upon hearing this, the two's eyes lit up. They shouted almost at the same time.

"Lead the way!"

Holding torches, the crowd followed the trembling servants to the family warehouse behind the main hall. There were many rooms in the warehouse, one of which was filled with unknown herbs and bottles and jars. The servant walked to the innermost of the room, pushed open a wooden table, and pointed to the wooden board below.

"My lord, it's below."

Ort sneered. The so-called "secret room" had almost no secret measures, it was just a cool cellar. He directly lifted the wooden board, and a pungent smell of herbs mixed with a strong smell of blood came to his nose.

Puapu's expression was stern, and he held the long dagger at his waist. He signaled to the guards on his left and right, and several guards held torches and walked into the cellar carefully. Then, a low exclamation came from the front.

"Ah!"

"What is this?"

"Lord God!"

Puapu waited patiently until a guard returned.

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

"Huh?"

Puapu looked at Orta and walked into the cellar first. The cellar was not deep, cool and dry. The deeper you went, the heavier the bloody smell became, making people dizzy. In just a moment, the group walked into the deepest part, and a vast basement appeared in front of them.

".Gulamo, this disgusting venomous snake! The warriors collected the heads of powerful warriors and built a skull wall to show their military exploits! And he actually collected so many women's heads and used herbs to preserve them. What a disgusting coward!"

Puapu said "Pah" with disdain. Orta shuddered.

In front of everyone, there was a seven or eight meter long and two meter high earth wall. There was a hole as big as a human head on the earth wall. In the holes, there are neatly collected heads of young women. 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. And on the wall next to the heads, there are also fine graphic and text annotations, which seem to be evaluations of the collection.

If Xiu Luote stood here and examined carefully, he could identify a dry head in the middle. She had a relieved smile on her face, and her eyebrows and eyes were somewhat similar to Medina. And on the label next to her was a regretful smile.

In history, this underground or semi-underground building is called a skull wall, a custom passed down from the Teotihuacan era, usually built underground in ancient temples. The skull 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 the tribes in Central America, just like the Day of the Dead in later generations.

"Bah, what a waste of time!"

Puapu looked for a moment and determined that this was just a simple skeleton storage room. He grabbed the servant on the ground in anger and stabbed the long dagger with force, and the storage room was filled with fresh blood red.

Everyone came out of the cellar and returned to the manor again. After a busy period, the warriors who went to the lake to search had returned. They didn't find the boat or the people, and returned empty-handed.

"Puapu, what should we do now? Should we continue the interrogation?"

Orta looked worried and vaguely panicked.

"Continue the interrogation? The Guards are on their way south, we don't have time!"

At this point, Puapu's eyes turned cold, and murderous intent boiled in his chest.

"His Majesty said that he wanted to sacrifice the Purple Grass Family! Then, we will kill all the Purple Grass Family members, and then burn the entire manor to ashes! Anyway, no one in the entire Purple Grass Family is clean, they are all rotten wood in 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, won't we be blackmailed by him?"

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

Pu Apu frowned and pondered for a moment. He remembered the truth that the old militia said after drinking, and finally spoke decisively.

"Since we can't find the letter, we have to confess! There is nothing in those letters, just some... just some assumptions that will never happen."

"Old man Qi said that there is no loyalty like stone in the world, but loyalty like tree. As long as your majesty reigns over the world, the tree will live. Every branch and every leaf are loyal! It will live if you want it to live, and it will die if you want it to die. If your majesty does not return from the northern expedition, the tree will die. Loyalty decays, and wood rots. At that time, not to mention us, even the most loyal Ezepan will choose to rebel against the alliance!"

"Your majesty has been inspired by God and is a king who can see far. We are useful to your majesty. As long as we sincerely confess our crimes, even if we are punished, we still have a chance!"

Horta thought for a moment and nodded helplessly.

"It can only be like this! Alas!"

The two sighed, gave a few instructions to their respective guards, and stopped talking. Soon, the dying wails sounded rapidly, and then suddenly subsided. The Purpecha warriors simply looted some property and set fire to the stone and wood house.

The wind helped the fire, and in just two quarters of an hour, the vast Purple Grass Manor was engulfed in flames! Trees were burning, flowers were burning, buildings were burning, and corpses were burning.

A glorious family that had been passed down for more than two hundred years was destroyed! All the past glory, all the past sins, were reduced to ashes in the fire, and then drifted away in the wind. Outside the manor, the tall Purple Grass rag trees were set on fire, burning from the bottom to the top, like a row of torches more than 20 meters high, shining brightly in the dim night.

"Pu'apu! Orta!"

The Atoyak Lake reflected the distant fire. Gulamo stood on a canoe, with a few people beside him. He was in great pain, his face was as ferocious as a snake, and tears of regret fell in large drops, turning into venom of hatred, buried deep in his heart. After a long 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 is still here. Let's go!"

"Father, where are we going?"

A young nobleman trembled and asked in a low voice.

Gulamo did not speak. He reached into his arms and carefully took out a jade talisman. This was left by a distant guest when the king went north. He thought it would be useless, but he never thought that this would be his last retreat. He didn't know what fate was waiting for him.

"Row the boat, go east!"

Gulamo looked 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 a last look at the burning manor, and left by boat. On the front of the jade talisman, there was a hummingbird in the sun, and on the back of the jade talisman, there was a small square Chinese character, "米".

The night was dark and the fire was shining. At the same time, the veteran Etalik stood on the south side of the Great Temple, which was the battlefield where the Purple Grass Warrior died in the last battle. He frowned, looked at the fallen body in front of him, and pondered in silence.

The corpse had a smile on his face, and next to him was a stripped bronze armor, and on top of the bronze armor was a blood-stained leather bag. This leather bag was taken out from the bronze armor of the deceased, and the inside was well preserved. Upon a quick inspection, it turned out to be two secret letters!