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After rescuing all the survivors, Jiang Le wandered around in this weird tribe to see if we could find some clues, but this weird tribe was similar to the tribe that was destroyed by Jiang Le before, and there was no clue.

As a result, Jiang Le's gaze fell on the almost half-damaged wooden tower that had been strafed by Gatling.

There are many totems in this wooden tower that Jiang Le has never seen before. Anyone who is a little interested in primitive civilization knows that totems are of great significance to a civilization. When they can’t express the meaning in words, Totem is 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 to death by Gatlin. There were all obvious bullet holes on this person. There were no fewer than dozens of them, even if it was placed on a brown bear. It was also a mortal injury, so Jiang Le didn't care much, stepped directly over the old man's body, and continued to walk towards the wooden pagoda.

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

Jiang Le's reaction can be considered quick. In an instant, a cross-buckle on the ground will severely contain the old man's arm. This is a common fighting technique in the UFC, and it is very useful for controlling the actions of others.

"Gu'ab!" The old man stared at Jiang Le with three eyes open in anger, his face was full of anger, and he stretched out another punch to hit Jiang Le.

But how could Jiang Le let him succeed? He quickly pulled out the revolver in his handbag and shot the old man's head.

boom!

In the current shooting at close range, the bullets were shot directly from the old man's left temple and shot out from the right temple, and the two bullet holes were particularly conspicuous.

"Damn, the Maya's vitality is so tenacious? You won't be killed if you get dozens of bullets on your body?" Jiang Le got up and shot all the remaining five bullets in the revolver into the old man's head.

Boom boom boom!

Looking at the five extra bullet holes, Jiang Le put away the revolver: "You are always dead now. I don't believe that your brain is shot to death. You can still live."

The third eye is a symbol of the third solar age. The Mayans can use the power of the pineal gland. To a large extent, they may have a third eye on their foreheads. Look at this eyebrow. The green-eyed old man, Jiang Le couldn't help but wondered to himself: "Could this be the descendant of the Mayans? The pure-blooded Mayans have continued their blood to this day?"

call out!

While Jiang Le was staring at the old man's body thinking deeply, the third eye of the old man's eyebrows squirmed inexplicably, and it bounced out at a speed that ordinary human eyes could hardly respond, and slammed into Jiang Le's forehead.

Suddenly, a large number of green tentacles stretched out from the surface of this eyeball, which penetrated into the skin of Jiang Le's forehead in one fell swoop, and at the same time burrowed into the flesh, there was a strong tendency to parasitize into Jiang Le's brain.

"What?!" Jiang Le was shocked immediately.

What is going on with this guy? Is it still not a human?

Dozens of shots in the body are not dead, six shots in the brain are not dead, this tm is outrageous even if it is a Maya!

Without giving people a chance to react at all, Jiang Le only felt a pain in his brain, which was suddenly black before and fell to the ground without consciousness.

...

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

Jiang Le stood on a hillside and watched all this, filled with doubts in his mind.

Why am I here?

At this moment, a virtual figure slowly appeared beside him, which looked like the old 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 full of pride.

"Are you a Maya?" Jiang Le asked.

"Is this what your race calls me?" the old man asked rhetorically.

"Yes."

"Although your weapon is not very powerful, it can make the mental power impossible to detect. It is really out of my accident, otherwise you can't kill me." The old man is extremely confident: "It seems that your race can go well. It’s a different race from my race. I’m full of curiosity about this new world. I will use your body to take a look at the new world outside."

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

"It's rare for you not to wonder why we are obviously two different races, but why can we communicate without barriers?" The old man showed a mysterious smile: "We are in your spiritual world now, what you see before your eyes It is the memory of my past. The spirit between us is shared. As long as I clear your spiritual will here, your body will belong to me."

"Wha..." Jiang Le just wanted to say something more, the old man's hands were already pinching his neck tightly, and a sense of suffocation immediately filled Jiang Le's body, making him feel very uncomfortable.

At this time, the old man was full of grim expressions: "Your race, the development of mental power is completely zero. In front of my spirit, you have no ability to resist. Give up resistance and give this body to me!"

Seeing that his body was slowly fading, and the blur disappeared from the position of his legs, Jiang Le suddenly panicked.