Mustache no longer pays attention to whether Su Ri and others will cut his rope. In fact, it is not paying attention, but it is also a kind of trust from the heart. Although his face has been ruined, he still believes that Su Ri is definitely not the kind to take advantage of others.
dangerous person.
The slope is very steep, but there is a strong rope to use for strength, and we go down very quickly. When we are approaching the bottom of the pit, the flickering green light floats little by little, disappearing and appearing. There are many protruding stones at the bottom of the pit that look like intertwined teeth.
, the mustache hasn’t really reached this point yet
When I was inside, I heard a slight groaning sound. Looking down from the edge of the pit, I felt that the floating green lights were just dots. But only when you are immersed in the pit can you know that these green lights are actually objective and connected together.
, can almost replace the light source.
Meng Yong was blocked by a few jagged rocks. He was not completely dead, but he had at least several serious bruises and fractures on his body. What is more terrifying than death in this world? There is no doubt that it is
Die again. So when Meng Yong saw Mustache coming down from above and approaching him, he subconsciously began to curl up and retreat.
When Mustache saw Meng Yong, who was covered in blood and struggling to shrink back, he only showed a little indifference. He ignored him and observed the situation in front of the rocks. There were some noises on the edge of the pit, maybe Su
The Japanese people wanted to come down to look for Meng Yong, but Xiaozhu didn't want to have anything to do with them anymore. After looking at them carefully for a while, he jumped down.
When his feet touched the ground, he felt that he had stepped on a piece of rotten bones. Corpses, all of them corpses. The bottom of the conical pit was an irregularly shaped area, and there were vague roads leading to other places. Everything
The corpses were scattered at the bottom of the cone-shaped pit. This was undoubtedly a mass grave. See
At this time, Mustache's eyes glanced into the distance. He felt that this place should have a separate entrance. The battlefield was very large at that time, and many people died in it. Da Lute, who was cleaning up the battlefield,
The believers of the system may have worked from two directions at the same time and cleaned up all the corpses.
This place attaches great importance to Mustache. If Panye Ancient Jade is hidden in a huge ancient battlefield mass grave as rumored, then it will most likely be here. The predecessors in the family may have guessed some clues.
, but despite all their efforts, they failed to dig through the broken arm hole and enter the hidden mass grave.
When Mustache set foot here, the absolute silence was broken. In addition to the floating green light, he also heard a faint sound like grinding teeth, but these sounds were illusory and misty, and it was not even clear where they came from.
It came from somewhere. According to Meng Yong's previous explanation, Mustache knew that this place would not be so peaceful. He glanced at it and began to walk forward slowly.
Where will Jin Pu Awang be? Mustache doesn’t know, but he knows Jin Pu Awang’s character very well. He is stubborn and lonely. Regardless of whether there is anyone following him or not, Jin Pu Awang will not show weakness under any circumstances, even if he knows something.
It is difficult to do things by yourself, but you will still do it without hesitation.
Mustache walked twenty or thirty meters toward the road at the bottom of the pit and gloomy pit. Suddenly, there was a soft clicking sound beside him. The sound was slight but harsh, and the direction was very clear. Mustache clicked
Turning his head, he immediately saw a place very close to him, among the dead bones that had been corroded into a light-gray color, and slowly stretched out a hand that was also a light-ink color with a heavy skeleton.
It was like a ghost claw protruding from the ground, trying to drag Mustache into the endless abyss. Without thinking, Mustache kicked it with enough force. The hand broke off with a click.
It flew far away and landed in another piece of bone nearby.
Although this scene is a bit scary, it is much worse than the broken arm holes with countless arms sticking out, and it does not scare Mustache. After kicking off the withered hand, Mustache looked forward again.
, a piece of green light refracted a few shining points of light on the ground, looming.
These light spots attracted Mustache, and he took a slight breath before he was completely close to it. A tiger swallowed died here, almost cut into pieces by random knives. The person who killed the tiger swallow was obviously
I didn’t have much experience and didn’t know how to deal with this thing correctly, so I paid a very heavy price. There were at least seven or eight recently dead corpses discarded around. Based on the analysis of various clues, Mustache felt that this was a human being.
people.
People died miserably. They were either devoured alive by tigers, or killed by the highly corrosive body fluids. The bodies had not been dead for a long time, but they almost rotted into a ball of black mud. In order to kill
It took a long time for the tiger to swallow the human body, so they had no time to deal with the body of the deceased and just moved on.
The road at the bottom of the pit continued, and suddenly tightened about a few dozen meters ahead, leaving only a passage less than three meters wide. However, the narrow passage was very short, and you could cross it in a few steps.
After the passage, the space becomes wider again, and the corpses here are very
There were few, the stones on the surface were exposed, and the available green light was extremely dim. Mustache stood behind the aisle and slowly observed the terrain. The terrain was still irregular, but fairly flat. On the right, there was a line like
A ditch like a ditch, but without water.
After he had basically seen the situation, Mustache took another step, and the number of traces left by the people he could pursue was reduced. This time, he only walked a short distance, and Mustache's steps suddenly slowed down. His eyesight was very sharp.
Not as good as before, but other senses are still sensitive.
He smelled a smell of blood. This smell was very familiar. Although it was a bit fishy, it was definitely the smell that slowly filled the air after fresh blood flowed out. There was no wind here, and once the smell of blood dispersed, it would last for a long time.
long time.
Because there was no wind, Mustache could not tell the specific source of the bloody smell for the time being, but the distance was definitely not too far away. He kept his steps as light as possible, holding the alloy tube in one hand and grabbing the light source wrapped in cloth with the other.
I don't know why, but after Mustache smelled the smell of blood, his hands began to tremble slightly and he couldn't control himself.
His mind was a little messed up. Great people like Xiao Hu, Ma Dad, and Wei Ba, who came from the sea of blood, all have an innate or acquired precognitive power. They are not prophets, but they can always predict something.
It was this kind of predictability that made Mustache uneasy and made his heart become confused.
He walked slowly, and there was nothing but a few abandoned ancient corpses and stones along the way. However, the smell of blood lingered and became stronger and stronger. Mustache probably walked out
After walking more than ten steps, when he wanted to continue walking, he suddenly felt that the smell in the air had reached its peak.
He turned around suddenly, and the dim light shone out, and he saw a blurry thing behind a big rock. His vision quickly condensed, and he stared at the blurry thing.
At this moment, all the feelings of Mustache seemed to disappear without a trace. He felt that the blood on his body was cold. His hands began to shake violently, as if he could not even hold an alloy pipe and was about to let go.
out.
He almost froze in place, neither daring nor wanting to believe his eyes. The alloy pipe finally fell to the ground, and Mustache clenched his fist tightly, his nails digging deeply into the flesh of his palm.
The pain in his palm made Mustache's heart twitch violently, and an irresistible pain quickly covered him like a violent wind. What did he see?
Behind the big stone, a body with mangled flesh and blood is hard to identify, but the blood-stained clothes and mustache on his body are extremely familiar. They are the clothes of Jinpu Awang. It is this mass of flesh and blood, but wearing Jinpu Awang
The body in Wang's clothes made it almost impossible for Mustache to control himself. The short, stout, hot-tempered, sincere, and passionate Tibetan man could no longer move.
Jinpu Ngawang is dead.
Mustache could not see anything else, only his body. Jinpu Ngawang died behind this big rock. He did not know how many injuries he suffered. Until the time of death, Jinpu Ngawang was still injured.
Holding his iron ring tightly, his eyes did not close.
On that black and blood-stained face, there was a pair of lifeless eyes, as if he wanted to say something to the mustache who had just arrived. However, he could not say it, and he would never be able to say it.
Mustache forced himself to endure it, but could not control himself. With a thud, he knelt down in front of Jinpu Awang's body. His lips moved back and forth, but he never said a word. His hands became extremely heavy, as if
It takes all the strength of the whole body to reach out tremblingly.
He just slowly stretched out his hand, wiped off the blood on Jin Pu Awang's face, and wiped his eyes that were not closed.
Those scenes that had just disappeared reappeared in Xiaozhu's mind again. He could not forget how many times he had been through life and death. Jinpu Awang dragged his body with injuries and blood, and let Xiaozhu go first.
His vision began to blur, uncontrollably blurring, and he had an illusion. He seemed to see that Jinpu Awang was not dead yet. This iron-clad man who valued affection more than his own life was facing him.
She smiled at him. A simple, yet sad smile.
Xiang Tengxiao, who grew up by the Jiajiang River, came to Nanjing at the age of 20 and built a world with his own hands. In his memory, he only cried hard once when his father passed away.
After that, tears seemed to be wiped away from his life.
He once thought that he would never cry again, not for anyone or anything, but at this moment, he held it back for a long time, and a flood of tears flowed rapidly from his eyes.