Boss, this is Vinayak's home."
Two red-painted straight-beam motorcycles stopped at the door, and Wu Heng and three others got out of the car.
The swarthy young man pointed at the dilapidated house in front of him, which was just made of wood and black stone.
Wu Heng looked at the dilapidated house in front of him. The protagonist Vinayak used all the gold coins he got so far to enjoy it and did not buy or build a new house.
"Vinayak, Raghav boss is here to see you."
The boy with the yellow braid diligently opened the door with his left hand and shouted into the room. His right hand was wrapped in a plaster bandage.
Wu Heng was waiting quietly at the door. He was a polite person.
"Raghav, why are you here? Didn't you say that you don't have any more rupees for the time being?"
Said Vinayak Rao, who wore a black suit with a brown shirt and a thick mustache, and was incompatible with his neighbors who wore quilted cloth.
He was a little curious. He had rejected Raghav's request to do business together yesterday, so why was Raghav here again today.
The account doesn't matter to him, as long as he can catch the gold in his hand, he can feel at ease.
"I don't have rupees, but the foreign officers do. They will change their defenses tomorrow and are willing to spend 20% more rupees in exchange for a large amount of gold."
Wu Heng walked directly into the house as he spoke. Vinayak heard this and quickly followed him and sat on the stool.
"How much gold do they want?"
Vinayak's expression was a little anxious. The exchange ratio was higher than 20%. This was a good opportunity to make a fortune, but he didn't have many gold coins left.
"how much do you have?"
"I have about 2.8 pounds of gold coins."
"Vinayak, this is far from enough. Gino alone needs at least three pounds. I will come to you tomorrow morning and hope you will seize this opportunity."
Wu Heng patted Vinayak on the shoulder, turned around and walked out the door. The two boys guarding the door quickly followed.
"Boss, why are we leaving? Aren't we looking for treasure?"
The yellow braid was a little confused.
"What's the rush? Vinayak will take us there soon."
Wu Heng took out a smartphone-like display screen from his pocket. There was a flashing yellow dot on the screen.
"Boss, what is this?"
The dark middle-aged man asked curiously.
"This yellow dot is Vinayak."
Wu Heng watched the yellow dot on the screen sway slightly back and forth and explained casually.
"oh."
The yellow braid and the black face seem to understand, but they don't quite understand.
Waited about 20 minutes.
"Hey, it's moving, the yellow dot, no, Vinayak has started to move to the left!"
The yellow braided and bandaged right hand pointed at the screen and shouted excitedly.
"Walk."
The three of them got on their motorcycles and followed Vinayak. Halfway through, it suddenly started to rain lightly.
After riding westward for 30 minutes, the yellow dot on the screen stopped.
In front of you is a temple wall built entirely of square black stones, ten meters high and one hundred meters long. There is an arc-shaped arch in the middle of the wall, with a dilapidated double-leaf wooden door on it.
This is the temple built by the villagers of Tabad for 'Hasta', the eldest son of the goddess of prosperity. It is now in dilapidated condition.
Wu Heng saw a motorcycle parked next to the door, it must be Vinayak riding here.
"Lock your motorcycle with his and bring the rope with you."
"Now that I know it, boss, Vinayak won't be able to escape even if he wants to."
The swarthy middle-aged man smiled habitually.
Walking into the temple, there is a three-story stone attic like a courtyard. The walls of the attic are painted with rows of images of women in red hooded robes. Their faces are all painted black, and their dead eyes look like they are dead. Staring at the three people.
Wu Heng took the tracker and walked directly around the attic to a square stone platform of about 50 square meters in the backyard.
In the middle of the stone platform is an old and dilapidated black well. A hemp rope is tied to the edge of the well, and the other end goes straight to the bottom of the well.
"Vinayak must be looking for gold down there. It turns out that Tabade's treasure is here!"
The swarthy middle-aged man said excitedly when he saw the rope.
"Give me the rope."
Wu Heng tied one end of the rope to the stone pillar and the other end to Huang Braid's waist.
"Boss, this"
The yellow braid was a little confused.
"It's okay. I know your hand is injured. Hakob lets you go down first, and then he goes down. Don't worry."
Wu Heng tried the bundle and it was strong, then he signaled to the swarthy middle-aged Hakob Parr.
"After you go down, find Vinayak first and tie him up. I will follow you down."
Huang Zizi came to the well excitedly when he heard this. He would be the first person to touch the treasure. The swarthy middle-aged Hakob understood and began to unwind the rope.
"Good brother, hurry up, who knows how many gold coins Vinayak has caught down there."
The yellow braid whose hand was injured actually started to urge.
"I know, what are you worried about? He's not just helping us fish out, he can still run away."
The swarthy middle-aged man suppressed his excitement and imitated Wu Heng's tone and expression.
At the same time, at the bottom of the well.
Vinayak was climbing rapidly along the scarlet channel formed by flesh and blood.
Under the rope is a skinless monster that looks like a bloody corpse.
It wore a crown made of gold on its head, and its scarlet arms and legs were covered with gold ornaments. It had a mouth full of fangs and roared in a low voice as it climbed along the well wall and chased Vinayak.
The monster's eyes are filled with a strong sense of hunger. This is the God of Greed, Hastur.
When the monster was about to grab his ankle, Vinayak bulged the muscles in his hands, pulled hard, and sprang out of the Well of God.
He turned around and closed the heavy metal manhole cover with a bang. He sat on the manhole cover with a frightened expression. An unwilling roar came from under the manhole cover, and then gradually disappeared.
He took out a dozen gold coins from his arms and padded them in his palms with satisfaction. The panic on his face was replaced by a greedy smile.
There was a squeaking sound from the shaft, and Vinayak's smile disappeared and he quickly looked up at the rope above.
Next to the rope he was tied to, another rope appeared. A middle-aged man with yellow braids slowly landed, exposing his feet.
Vinayak's expression became gloomy, and he quickly bent down and hid behind the Well of God, looked around, and picked up a stone.
"Vinayak, I heard noise, stop hiding."
"Hakob, come down immediately. The rope is in our hands. You can't run away!"
The yellow braid landed on his feet and said loudly while surveying the environment at the bottom of the well.
He didn't expect that there would be such a large space at the bottom of the well. It was simply an underground safe room, but it was too dirty and covered with cobwebs, making it look eerie.
"Damn Sahu, it was Raghav who asked you to follow me. Where is he?"
When Vinayak heard this, he stood up angrily and asked.
He knew that there was only so much space at the bottom of the well, and there was someone guarding the rope above, so he couldn't escape, so he threw away the stone, grabbed a handful of dirt and put it in his pocket before standing out.
"Of course the boss is also up there, Vinayak can just catch him."
The sound came from the passage, and the dark-skinned middle-aged Hakob also came down the rope.
After he landed, the two ropes in the shaft were slowly pulled upward at the same time. The three people at the bottom of the shaft could no longer go up.
"There are piles of gold coins here. You can pick up as many as you want. Don't you want gold coins? Let Raghav come down too. I am willing to share the treasure with you."
Vinayak reached out and patted the metal manhole cover next to him. He was a little anxious when he saw that the rope was gone, which cut off his way back.
"Ah, rope. Boss!"
The yellow braid also let out a low cry.
The swarthy middle-aged man glanced at the yellow braid as if he were looking at an idiot, and then said to Vinayak:
"The boss just said above, don't move where you are now, and let me tie him up. Then he will let the rope down. Otherwise, the three of us will wait at the bottom of the well while he looks for more brothers to support him. "
While the swarthy middle-aged man spoke, he picked up the rope slanted around his shoulders and walked towards Vinayak.
Vinayak's body relaxed like a deflated tire, and he stood still, letting his yellow braids bind him tightly like a rice dumpling, with only one head exposed.
"Boss, the person has been tied up."
The swarthy middle-aged man raised his head and shouted towards the passage, and the two ropes were lowered again.
Wu Heng stood outside the well, tested the hardness of the well wall, and made sure that he could climb up with the support of his body even without relying on the rope, and then slid down the rope.