what happened!"
"Boss, what are you doing?"
"Damn Raghav, do you want to kill the donkey? There are inexhaustible gold coins here, why bother."
As the rope fell to the ground, three exclamations came from the cell phone monitor.
Wu Heng stood outside the Well of Gods and took a look. The 10 exorcism charms placed on his chest had turned to dust.
Although I had a hunch that this thing would be useless, I didn't expect it to be so useless. It was obviously the work of a novice.
However, it also confirmed that this legendary god from western India is indeed not a serious god.
After all, the mainstream belief in India is still Hinduism. The god of creation is Brahma, and the one who controls wealth, wisdom, and fertility is Lakshmi.
The prosperity goddess spread in the west obviously conflicts with the Hindu priesthood.
'Hasta', the god of greed, does not look like a god at all, but more like a crazy beast.
"Stop making noise and do as I say."
Wu Heng said something to the monitor, and then took out a Shadow D28 drone and two pairs of pliers.
The UAV is about the size of two palms, has multiple rotors, can take off and land vertically and hover, and has a load capacity of 10 kilograms. It is classified as a military product.
He opened the manhole cover and dropped the two pliers from the wellhead.
"Now you two pick up the pliers. Later a monster carrying wealth will come out. This monster is afraid of flour."
"I use food to attract it, and you two use pliers to grab the money bag behind the monster's waist, pick it off, and you will gain enough wealth for a lifetime."
Wu Heng then took out a dough pancake, tied it with a rubber band under the drone, controlled the drone to fly into the well, and quickly closed the manhole cover.
In the 'Hasta' lair, the two people picked up the pliers on the ground in confusion. They didn't understand what Wu Heng meant. What kind of monster or money bag?
"Raghhav, I was wrong. You are ten thousand times more greedy than I thought. Let me go and I will help you."
Vinayak knew he had no chance of struggling.
"Untie him."
After hearing Wu Heng's order, the two untied the rope from Vinayak.
The drone also began to fly down the passage at this time, hovering in the air of the nest.
The inner wall of the scarlet nest began to squirm, the ground became sticky, a bulge appeared on the wall, and a humanoid creature covered in scarlet crawled out of it.
It knelt on the ground, stretched out its praying hands, and roared at the buns tied under the drone.
"The God of Greed, kneeling down for a piece of bread?"
"Hasta, where is your dignity as a god!"
Wu Heng was outside the manhole cover, using the monitor to control the drone to float in the air to avoid Hastur's jump.
Hastur ignored the sound coming from the monitor, and just roared again and looked at Mianbing, climbing up the nest wall, trying to catch Mianbing.
"Stop being dazed and give me the pliers."
Vinayak said angrily to the two younger brothers who were still in a daze.
At the same time, he reached out and grabbed Huang Braid's pliers. Huang Braid's right hand was injured and he couldn't even hold the pliers with his left hand. It was just a tool used by Wu Heng to test the Well of God.
Wu Heng controlled the drone to fly left and right, rising and falling, avoiding Hasta who was constantly climbing and jumping along the inner wall.
Hastur roared more and more impatiently, and even knelt down to worship him. However, after he did not get the bread, he jumped up again and jumped close to the entrance of the passage.
With qualities comparable to those of a professional operator, Wu Heng lowered the drone by one meter and was able to avoid Hasta's position.
Vinayak stood in the flour circle, used pliers to see the right moment and pinched quickly, but he only opened the pocket on Hastur's waist, and a pile of gold coins fell to the ground.
The jingling sound of gold coins attracted the attention of the dark-skinned middle-aged man. He instantly changed from being sluggish on the spot to being greedy for gold, and he stretched out his pliers to wait for the opportunity.
Hastur was irritated by the two people in the flour circle who used pliers to pinch it from time to time. He threw himself in front of them, roared and stretched out his bloody hands.
As soon as the bloody hand touched the area of the flour circle, a burst of sparks burst out from the palm, and with a squeaking sound like a barbecue, Hastur roared in pain and retracted the bloody claw.
The growing hunger when it woke up made Hasta become more and more crazy. It began to run around the flour circle after the drone, completely ignoring the two pliers that stretched out from time to time.
After trying dozens of times, Vinayak summed up his experience and accurately inserted the pliers into the gap between the money bag and Hastur's waist at the right time. With the help of Hastur's running, he exerted force in the opposite direction.
puff!
The palm-sized, red purse was finally pried to the ground.
Hastur sensed something was wrong and stopped his jumping body instantly.
The greed for gold coins actually made it temporarily resist the crazy hunger, and turned around to pick up the money bag.
Vinayak and the swarthy middle-aged Hakob, with quick eyesight and quick hands, stretched out their pliers to grab the money bag and brought it back to the flour circle.
Hastur jumped into the air, roared and crashed into the flour circle, but was knocked into flying ash, fell to the ground and disappeared.
A bulge appeared on the inner wall again, and a complete Hastur torn membrane emerged from it. It continued to roar and stared at the wallet and then the pancake, very irritably.
The swarthy middle-aged man greedily picked up the money bag and poured it gently on the ground. A pile of gold coins appeared on the ground. The gold coins stimulated Hasta and he ran into the flour ring again.
The swarthy middle-aged Hakob and the yellow braid looked at each other, then turned to look at Vinayak with fierce eyes.
"Idiot, what do you two want to do? Just look down at your situation."
Vinayak took half a step back, fearing that he would step out of the circle of flour, so he quickly took another step forward, pointed at the ground and said.
When the two of them heard this, they looked down and saw that half of the originally thick layer of flour circles had disappeared.
"It's the mucus on the ground. After Hastur woke up, the secreted mucus kept consuming the flour, damn it." Huang Braid exclaimed.
"Raghav, my good friend, how should I hand over the money bag to you?"
Vinayak asked towards the camera.
Wu Heng watched the monitor quietly. He was expecting who among the three would be left in the end and would be willing to hand over the money bag to him. Unexpectedly, Vinayak was still conscious.
The drone escaped the attack of Hastur who reborn from the inner wall at the back and landed at the feet of the three people in the flour circle. Hastur circled around the flour circle crazily and roared.
"Tie the money bag to the drone, take the bread and feed it to Hastur to attract it, and I will drop the flour."
"No, boss, what if you don't put the rope down? Let us go up with the money bag."
Huang Zhuizi was furious. He was afraid that Wu Heng would take the money bag and leave them alone.
"Shahu, I don't mind waiting for you to die and try it again with a few more people."
Wu Heng replied calmly.
"My boss, I was wrong, I lost my mind, forgive me, I am your loyal little brother."
A trace of reason returned to the yellow braid's eyes, and he quickly apologized.
"It's okay, I'm not angry."
Vinayak took the money bag from the dark middle-aged man's hand, took off the dough from the drone, hung the money bag on it, and couldn't help but say:
"Raghav, this is not fair."
"Fairness only comes when it is needed, and do we need it now, my friend!"
Wu Heng asked calmly.
".Yes, it's not necessary."
Vinayak paused, looked around, and sighed.
"Now please, please throw the bread away, thank you."
Wu Heng controlled the drone to rotate the fan and float it at a height of one meter, ready to take off at any time.