The steps of this passage were directly chiseled with the help of the terrain, and the steps were in line with the shape and moved upwards. It may be that the construction time was a bit hasty, so there was no stone or bricks laid, but the soil was dug into steps. Although it was pressed very flat, when walking on it, I always felt a little weak under my feet and felt a little uneasy in my heart.

Although it is a bit tiring to go up the steps, it is always brighter than the mood of sliding down the slope. After all, we are underground and now we are walking up the steps. Although we don’t know how high it is, we are one step closer to the first step. It is probably because the desire to survive promotes the secretion of adrenal glands, excites the nervous system, and significantly improves fatigue resistance. After climbing for a long time, we don’t feel tired. We’ve been walking on flat ground with our steps.

Since I was locked in this ghost place after falling asleep, dangers have followed like shadows, and it is unpredictable when I can go out and whether I will encounter any more dangers. After thinking about it, I carefully put away the remaining small piece of wax head. After all, in the environment, candles are much more practical than knives.

As he walked, he suddenly heard Daya shouting in front of him: "Who is coming out!"

I was thinking about something else in my heart, and my spirits were a little distracted. The passage was filled with noise. The big teeth almost scared me to sit on the ground. The scream without any warning was like lying on my ears, shaking my eardrums so hard that my eardrums hurt.

My back was tightly pressed against the wall, my body was recycled as much as possible, I closed my eyes and looked forward, and asked in a low voice what was wrong with Daya.

Daya didn't move for a long time after shouting, obviously he was overly frightened. It was not until I asked him that he turned his head slightly and stutteredly told me in a low voice that he seemed to have seen a figure just now, and it flashed in front of him and passed.

I heard Daya say this, and I felt the air becoming tense and a creepy feeling. I was sweating all over when I walked just now. Now I suddenly felt a small wind blowing, and my whole body was cold, and my hair was standing up one by one. I pulled my big teeth and asked him to stick to the wall. Then I looked forward, but the dark and deep winter couldn't see clearly, so I asked Daya with some confusion, did he really see clearly? The dark and deep winter in front could not see too far, would it be because of my eyes being blurred?

Big teeth rubbed their eyes, stretched their necks and looked forward, and answered me while looking: "No, mom, I felt like a swearing in front of me, and a figure floated over, very fast, not like a dazzle, that feeling was very real, I felt that someone had passed by..."

This passage is about one meter wide, and both of them cannot pass side by side, and the height is only about one meter seven. When Daya and I walked, we had to slightly lower our waists and dare not stand up, otherwise we would hit the top of our heads. Moreover, we had already walked by just now, but we didn't see anything at all, and we were absolutely unable to pass by us, but we didn't notice it. We were about to walk to the end, so why would such a strange thing happen?

Daya’s swearing so confidently made me feel a little upset. Could it be that he really hit a ghost?

We didn't have any good guys in our hands. We wanted to come out and check it out, but we didn't expect to encounter this incident. An old man like a ghost came to this ghost place in a confused manner. He had equipment and didn't bring it in outside. Now we can only fist naked, clenched his fists, and plucked his courage to walk forward carefully. While walking, we took a faint light from the cell phone.

The remaining candles were used up when I returned to the hall just now. Now it really makes me feel like I don’t respond to it. It’s not working anymore.

I walked forward with anxiety and could have more than thirty steps. With the faint fluorescence, I vaguely saw a person standing about ten steps ahead, facing us with his back, motionless.

This scared me so much that I was so heartbroken that I stood there and pointed in front of me, unable to say a word.

Daya was like me, and obviously saw the figure in front of me. I just didn’t know if it was because we were too nervous or for other reasons, so I couldn’t speak, and even opened my mouth wide and couldn’t make any sound.

After trying a few times, I realized in my heart that it was not that we were so nervous that we could not speak, but that we could not make any sound at all. It seemed that the sound in this space had been blocked, and we could not speak at all, nor could we hear the sound.

Looking at the person in front, he stood straight with his back to us, his pen tube was not tall, and he didn't need to bend over in this passage, and his figure looked a little thin. Because it was too dark, except for the large outline, he couldn't see anything in his clothes or hairstyle, and even men and women could not judge.

Daya and I didn't dare to act rashly in place. We were enemies or friends. We didn't know why we stopped us, but we were all like a mirror in our hearts. We didn't have such friends at all. If we blocked us in this place, we would never ask for directions.

After a stalemate for a while, his body slowly began to move. His movements were extremely strange, with an exaggerated amplitude, but they were very rhythmic, just like dancing an ancient sacrificial dance.

He raised one hand near his forehead, and the other hand was behind his back, and the two casters were changing to the ground. The wide sleeves and trousers were floating back and forth with the movements of his body. Suddenly, his legs were bent down, his waist was raised, and his hands were hanging down and swinging around. Each movement was not very fast, but the rhythm was very strong. I don’t know if it was my hallucination. There seemed to be a sound of drums in his earlobes, and his body was dancing that strange dance step rhythmically with the drums.

Looking at this dance, the mind is infected unknowingly, a kind of transcendent infection, it seems that death is not terrible, but it is very beautiful, a kind of relief, a new beginning...

Suddenly I realized the terrible part of this bewitching and felt a little uncomfortable. In such an environment, dancing such a dance at such an opportunity would definitely not be a whim. I felt something was wrong, and the sixth sense of strong sense realized that I should leave this place as soon as possible.

Just as I was about to make a gesture and signal Daya to escape together, the dancing person suddenly turned around slowly and turned to facing us. At this time, the curiosity surpassed the unknown fear. My hand stopped stiffly in the air, without falling down, nor running away. Instead, he gathered his eyes with Daya and looked at the dancing person carefully.

The moment the mysterious man turned around, his body shook and reached five or six steps away. The speed was too fast. Before we could react, a face suddenly appeared in front of us, and he felt the sky and the earth were turning, and the whole body was filled with cold.

The man had a strange mask on his face, which felt like it was made of brass. The shape was rough and simple. He only dug a few holes in the mouth, eyes, and nose area, and decorated it with feathers to make his beard and eyebrows. I don’t know what paints were used to paint all kinds of lines and patterns. These lines and patterns were matched with the mask, giving people a mysterious and weird feeling, exuding a gloomy atmosphere of death.

When I saw this mask, Daya and I remembered the strange dream that I had had after digging the sarcophagus of Lao Dao Xuan. The man in uniform dressed in a military general who walked out of the palace was covered with a mask similar to the person in front of me.

We were stunned and didn't move. In fact, we knew in our hearts that we might not be able to escape even if we ran away.

"Lai Liang, is this a fucking ghost? It's so fucking creepy. It's said that ghosts are crying and howling. Why didn't this thing sound like a sound? Is there still a leisurely heartbeat?" Big teeth held their breath and asked me secretly.

When I suddenly heard Daya ask me, I realized that we can speak now. After a little clearing of my throat, the feeling of depression just now was gone.

I glanced at Daya and could only tell him truthfully what this thing was. I was not sure, but it was definitely not a human being, and most of them were ghosts.

After listening to my answer, Daya was obviously a little nervous. After all, he had no experience or ability to fight with this kind of thing. It can be said that he had no chance of winning at all. Moreover, when he saw this thing coming and going without a trace, he knew in his heart that we were not on the same level as others.

In the blink of an eye, he saw his movements getting faster and faster. He could only see phantoms in front of him. I suddenly thought of a possibility. I heard from my grandfather that some evil spirits and injustices could self-destruct the soul and produce a destructive explosion effect. The explosion has a great lethality and strong destructive power, which is called "Yin Po"! After Yin Po, Yin Spirit will really be the soul flying and soul scattered, and it completely disappeared.

When I thought of this, I began to feel unsure. Could it be that this ghost wants to die with us, right? We didn't do anything that hurt the world, and made a ghost full of indignation to kill us. I quickly told Daya that this ghost was not dancing for us at all. This kind of dance is very similar to "Yin Po Sacrifice". It is probably to launch "Yin Po"!

"Yin Po?" Daya was obviously confused.

Seeing that thing dancing and dancing for a while, and the movements were obviously much faster than before, I knew that time was not too much, so I briefly said to Daya: "Yin Po means that the ghost explodes his life soul, and the Yin Qi collapses, causing the surrounding aura to expand. The Yin Qi and Yang Qi repel each other, and the power is huge, which is equivalent to an explosion of air. The dance just now should be the "Yin Po Sacrifice". Now it is almost completed. It is estimated that the "Yin Po" will be launched in a short time."

Time is tight, and I don’t have time to tell Da Ya about the whole story, nor do I have time to argue with him. Tell Da Ya to follow me and can’t stop no matter what. I must rush over, otherwise my life would probably have to be thrown here.

I shouted 123, then closed my eyes with Daya, gritted my teeth, lowered my head and hit the thing with all my strength. Unexpectedly, I could not hold back my strength after rushing. Daya and I staggered a few steps and then lay on the ground.

As soon as I was about to get up, I didn't have time to speak, I pressed him to the ground with a slap. Almost at the same time, an extremely low "bang" sound was heard in the earlobe. After this sound, pink and water blue light flashed behind me, and the dazzling light illuminated the entire channel. This light seemed to be touching and touching like a real matter. The strong light far exceeded the brightness of nature in cognition. This light seemed to make everything lose its original color and all turned white.

As the light appeared, it also emitted an unbearable heat of drinking. There was a hotness behind us, as if it was on fire. It hurt that Daya and I clenched the ground with our hands, gritted our teeth and stood up, and we didn't dare to turn over. We knew in our hearts that if we turned over, we would only burn even worse.
Chapter completed!