The time between Mustache and Monk's entry was not too long, but after Monk and Wang Xiaodong entered, Mustache and Pengbo had disappeared. Even Monk was not sure whether Mustache and the others entered here. But no matter what
If you don't eat accurately, it's useless and you can't go back at all. You can only stay here or find the other party.
I was a little frustrated, and after a lot of effort, I finally met the monk, but Mustache was still missing. According to the monk, Mustache was also seriously injured. How long can he last? This place is so big, we can only
Find people bit by bit. According to Mustache's style of doing things, if he gets lost in a place with a relatively complicated environment and cannot be contacted temporarily, he will leave some marks that only he can understand. This is looking for people.
The key point, but the monk was trapped here for a long time and did not find these clues.
"There are only three of us." I also took advantage of the opportunity to re-open the wounds on my body and said, "Don't rush to find a way out, find someone first!"
"Aren't there four of us? Where is Wang Xiaodong?" Zhang Houhou worked for a long time before treating the serious wounds on the monk's body.
"Yes, yes, there are four of us." I felt that I was really disturbed by the environment and emotions, and I forgot all about it after meeting the monk.
But after listening to what Zhang Houhou and I said, the monk said nothing and added a small piece of fuel to the small fire. At this time, we felt something was wrong. Under such circumstances, if it was not a last resort,
, it is impossible for two companions to be separated.
"This place is very evil. You are not allowed to touch anything." The monk stood up slowly and said, "There are some things that might scare you if you see them. But it won't work if you don't see them. It's very dangerous here."
The monk limped with us to the left and rear for a while. Zhang Houhou and I's hearts were in our throats, because after his prompts, we foresaw that we were going to see some unacceptable scenes. The monk walked.
He was very slow and careful, always avoiding the stone buds and stalagmites that could be seen everywhere. After walking back for about forty or fifty meters, he stopped.
"He is dead." The monk pointed to us in a direction with a flashlight.
It was a stone pillar standing on the ground, like a huge bamboo shoot rising out of the earth. The moment the light shone through, I immediately saw a body lying prone next to the stalagmite.
Zhang Houhou and I had a cold war together. This corpse was a bit scary. It was headless and its neck was torn off.
"Is it Wang Xiaodong?"
The monk nodded. After they came in, they didn't find anything unusual at first. The two of them walked all the way deep, looking for Xiao Hu and Peng Bo. Because both of them were injured, they didn't walk very fast.
Intermittent rest. This big stone
The bamboo shoots were one of their landing places. At that time, Wang Xiaodong was resting against the stalagmites, but in the blink of an eye, the monk found that his head was completely sunk into the stalagmites, and he could not make any sound. Only the exposed limbs were shaking violently.
Struggling and twitching.
The monk didn't think much at that time, he just wanted to rescue the person quickly. But Wang Xiaodong's whole head was stuck in. If he could come out, he would have enough strength to escape. The monk pulled his body and it was stuck very tightly.
.And as time goes by,
In the past, Wang Xiaodong probably suffered from hypoxia. If he was not pulled out, he would probably die in three to two minutes. The monk used brute force, and Wang Xiaodong's exposed body struggled fiercely. Then, the monk suddenly died
Pulled him off from his neck.
"I don't know if I really pulled him off, or if there are other reasons..." The monk stood behind us, his tone was very low.
This way of death was really tragic. Not only did I see Wang Xiaodong's headless body, but I also saw his severed neck still embedded in the stalagmites. The blood had dried and was a little black.
I finally know that the only thing that can truly scare people is people.
The monk showed us this scene, which made me feel a strong fear of every stalagmite around me. We retreated to the place where we had just rested and discussed it. In fact, by this time, many bad signals had already been
It's very clear. How far can sound waves travel in this environment? The time difference between Mustache and the monks is not very long. How far can he go? Can't even hear the sound of gunshots? It is very likely that he encountered
Something we couldn't have imagined happened.
It is precisely because of this that the monk said before that he was not sure whether Mustache was alive.
"Let's look for it bit by bit." I tried my best to drive away the panic in my heart. We had reached this point and there was no other way.
The monk's injured leg could not be completely treated for the time being. He arrived a long time before us and was more familiar with the surrounding environment. He tidied up and led the way. Zhang Houhou and I followed carefully and turned off a flashlight.
, to save light sources. At the same time, we are constantly guessing and analyzing where Mustache and Bloomberg will be.
Every ravine and stone bud was the focus of our search, and we kept firing, hoping to elicit a response. About twenty minutes later, Zhang Houhou, who was talking to me in a low voice, suddenly closed his mouth, and at the same time
He gently pulled me with his hand.
"Huh?" I didn't know what he meant, so I turned to look at him. Zhang Hou's face looked a little strange, and the hand holding me was shaking slightly.
"Old Zhang..." Before I could say a word, Zhang Houhou pretended to cough, quickly covered my mouth, and then motioned for me to walk forward slowly. I was immediately confused by him.
, a little at a loss. Judging from his actions and eyes, he clearly noticed something, but he didn't dare to tell me openly.
We walked slowly, and Zhang Hou released his hand that blocked my mouth. I felt that his palms were all sweaty.
What on earth is this guy up to?
Before I had any further reaction, Zhang Houhou gently put the flashlight under his arm and used his hand to scratch in my palm. What he was writing was a word. I felt it for a moment and found that what he was writing was a sentence, and
is a question sentence.
"Do you believe in ghosts?"
After I recognized this sentence, I was immediately stunned. I didn’t understand why Zhang Houhou suddenly asked this question. In fact, this question is very difficult to answer, because people in this industry often encounter some phenomena and things that cannot be explained, so among them
most people believe
There are many people, especially the older generation in the past, who believed in many things and tabooed many things. In this era, most of the traditional crafts have been lost, but weird things have not stopped. Some people claim that they are immune to all evil, and when they encounter
My legs still tremble when I'm having trouble.
Zhang Houhou was undoubtedly such a person. He reprimanded his subordinates, saying that he was an atheist. When things really happened, he would forget all about gods and non-gods.
I was almost infected by his actions and expressions. Not only did I dare not speak, but my steps also became a lot lighter. At this time, Zhang Houhou followed and wrote another sentence: Calm down and look carefully.
As he spoke, he turned the flashlight forward, and the light of the flashlight intertwined with the light of the flashlight in the monk's hand. In this way, I immediately discovered that the monk had no shadow!
I instantly had some illusions, feeling that the light was distorted. How should I face and accept such a thing? If I were walking in the dark with a very familiar person, and suddenly found that he had no shadow, how many
Is this acceptable to me personally? I personally don’t believe in things like gods and ghosts, but the stories I’ve heard since I was a child remain in my mind. When I face such strange things in person, I can’t believe they are fake.
will become real.
Zhang Hou turned to look at me and found that my expression had not changed beyond control. He deliberately lowered the voltage on his hand and clearly illuminated the monk's legs. One of the monk's legs was seriously injured.
He limped along, seemingly not paying attention to Zhang Houhou and me's little moves.
"Look...look at his feet..." Zhang Hou put his ear to my ear and hummed the words.
At this moment, my scalp immediately started to feel numb. The monk limped and walked very slowly. Although he was a little lame, he was very steady. But after Zhang Hou’s prompting, I saw that the soles of his feet were hanging in the air.
, at least four or five centimeters above the ground. It looks like an inflated plastic man floating in the wind.
Is this an illusion? I can see it wrong, but Zhang Houhou can also see it wrong?
A man without a shadow, walking as if floating on the ground, made me feel cold from head to toe. I was shivering, and Zhang Houhou was also shivering. We looked at each other, and we were both infected by each other's emotions, and the chill came from every pore.
Penetrates into the skin and finally condenses on the heart.
Unknowingly, we both stopped. Zhang Houhou is smart, but not very courageous, especially walking with people like me. He doesn’t even have the chance to be bold. He stood there, sifting through chaff with the flashlight in his hand.
The same shaking. At this point, the monk noticed it, stopped in front, looked back at the two of us, and asked: "What's wrong?"
"And...monk..." Zhang Houhou forced out an ugly smile, maybe it was a psychological effect. I also felt that the monk's face covered with blood and trauma was a bit eerie, especially
It was the two mouth-like wounds on his forehead, which became more and more terrifying the more he looked at them.
"Young Master Wei, you are also injured. Can't you walk? If you can't walk, just rest for a while." The monk turned around and looked around and said, "Anyway, we are stuck here. We can't get out."
go."
These words were like a warm wind, blowing away a lot of the haze in my heart. It was also these words that made me feel that the monk in front of me had not changed, he was still a monk.
I subconsciously looked down and saw that the monk's feet seemed to have landed on solid ground.