I paused for a moment. Zhao Yingjun in front of me ran further. Polonov didn't look very honest, his eyes flickering back and forth. Coupled with the strange noises in the "little house", the surrounding atmosphere
It immediately solidified, and I felt uneasy to the core.
The sound was like sharp nails rubbing against the rocks. Polonov squatted down on the spot and told me that he was very uncomfortable and couldn't walk anymore. I let the sound do it.
In a panic, he pointed a gun at Polonov with one hand and a flashlight with the other hand. He stopped next to the "little house" and tried to shine through the gaps between the stones.
At the same time that the light of the flashlight was projected into the gap, a pair of eyes appeared in the light, which shocked me. They were a pair of bloodshot eyes, very big. When I saw these eyes, I was very panicked.
But after calming down for a moment, I could tell that it was the eye of a shadow, and it was a shadow like Xihaihe.
How could a shadow be locked up here? Who built such a stone "house" as a cage? I dare not get closer, lest the shadow suddenly run out and I can't deal with it. The one in Xihaihe is slightly larger.
The shadows are different from the small blood-red shadows like those in Shiyan River. They are not afraid of my eyes.
"Brother." Polonov took advantage of my uneasiness and said, "I feel really uncomfortable. How about you help me loosen the rope a little bit?"
"Just bear with it." I refused his request rudely, and then looked towards Zhao Yingjun running away. At this moment, this person is extremely important to me. It can be said that without him,
I don't think I can survive in a place like this.
As I looked around, the shadow in the stone "house" seemed to be more restless. It kept grabbing stones, tearing and screaming, and even banged its head against the stones. The gaps between the stones were very narrow.
, the shadow inside could only stretch out one claw. I saw that its claws had been worn on the stone and were full of blood.
Again, if I have not experienced some things, I may not know anything about certain situations. Looking at the crazy shadow locked in the stone house in front of me, I suddenly thought of Kuang
What the master once said in the Xihai River. There are very different kinds of beings in this kind of creatures. They carry memories of countless generations. But because some shadows cannot bear such massive and chaotic memories, they suffer from nervous breakdown and become
"madman".
Is this a crazy shadow?
Thinking of these, I couldn't help but think of Master Kuang again. This silent and capable man may have been buried in the darkness deep underground in the Xihai River.
While I was thinking, Zhao Yingjun ran back quickly from a distance. When he saw his figure, Polonov, who had been nagging me, immediately became honest.
Zhao Yingjun came back empty-handed. He didn't dare to chase him too far, lest I couldn't help if something happened here, so he had to give up halfway. However, when I told him about the "madman" in the shadow, Zhao Yingjun was very
Dare to be interested, just like looking at dogs in a dog market, holding a flashlight and walking around the stone "little house" many times. The two of us have a tacit understanding and a consensus. No matter whether this shadow is crazy or not, but
The memory it once received is still intact in my mind. This is the most precious first-hand information.
With the light we shined in, the shadows in the stone house went completely crazy and were so anxious that they kept banging against the stone with all parts of their bodies. They were bleeding but seemed to feel no pain. Zhao Yingjun squatted next to him and touched his cheeks.
Huzi said, "It's definitely impossible to capture him alive."
"Yeah." I sighed from the bottom of my heart. It was a life after all, but there was nothing I could do.
We have been standing guard next to the "little house". This small stone house was quite crudely built. I suspected that it was a place where the normal shadows in the shadow group specially detained madmen. After a while, the shadows inside didn't have much strength anymore.
He was bleeding and lying on the ground panting violently. Zhao Yingjun seized the opportunity and the two of us worked hard together to lift off the stone above. Zhao Yingjun did the rest. He directly smashed the crazy shadow to death and cut it.
After losing his head, Polonov over there showed a very puzzled expression.
"We need to deal with it quickly. We still have some fuel. Let's think of a way." Zhao Yingjun turned around and walked towards the big pillar with Shadow's head. We don't know how long we will stay here. If Shadow's head is broken,
, then it’s useless.
After we returned to the original place, Zhao Yingjun began to dry the brain tissue with very thin stone flakes. All of this did not avoid Polonov. I thought he was a bit rash, so I reminded him in a low voice. Zhao Yingjun did not speak, but
After looking at Polonov, he showed a meaningful smile. That smile made me feel cold all over. Obviously, Zhao Yingjun had no intention of letting Polonov get out alive.
My heart softened and I frowned. Zhao Yingjun grinned to himself and lowered his head as if talking to himself: "Don't forget those villagers."
I immediately thought of the few villagers who were captured here by the Russians. They were innocent, but they died one by one, and died miserably. When I thought of these, my sympathy for Polonov decreased a lot.
Although this world is an orderly world, many people do not follow this order. If someone arbitrarily deprives other people of their lives, then when his life is deprived of his life, he is not worthy of sympathy at all. Zhao Yingjun is decisive.
His psychological quality is completely out of proportion to his carefree appearance. I think if we hadn't been blocked here by the Russians, Polonov would have been valuable as a hostage when the situation was urgent. Zhao Yingjun would have killed him long ago.
.
We don't have enough fuel, and we can't do it after only drying part of the brain tissue. Zhao Yingjun observed the road towards the entrance for a long time. He may be a little bit unable to bear it, and wants to interpret the shadow's memory now. I suspect that Ya is in the west
Haihe was addicted to drugs every day.
"The nights are long and there are many dreams. Interpret it in advance to save worry." Zhao Yingjun persuaded me: "It's so humid here. If the powder is soaked in water, it will be useless. I think you can take charge of it on your own. I will measure it and take the time.
It won’t be long. Those old fools outside will definitely not go into the water easily again, and we are relatively safe.”
"Brother, I won't give up until you die, right?"
"We are revolutionary comrades." Zhao Yingjun grinned, glanced at Polonov, and said, "If he is dishonest, don't hesitate and shoot him directly."
Once a person like Zhao Yingjun, who loves excitement and adventure, decides something, it’s useless no matter what I say. He found a suitable place and started to inhale the powder. We didn’t have candles, so he inhaled it directly. That way the energy would be strong
It will be very intense for a while, and if you are not used to it, you will be unbearable.
I took Polonov outside the pillar and stared at him closely. He had no idea what Zhao Yingjun was doing, but he seemed to be bullying me for being young and ignorant. As soon as we were alone, he started talking nonsense to me.
.I ignored him at first, but when he grunted too much, I got a little annoyed, so I told him to shut up. At the same time, I turned my head and glanced at Zhao Yingjun. By this time, he should have fallen into a coma.
"Brother, how about making friends? Give me a little slack." Polonov winked at me and said, "There's something on me. It's a specialty of Russia. I guarantee you've never seen it before.
How about making a deal? I just want to feel comfortable, nothing else..."
"Shut up!" I yelled at Polonov, because after I turned around and looked at Zhao Yingjun, I always felt that something was wrong, but I still couldn't remember what was wrong. I frowned and thought
After thinking about it, I slowly turned my head again. This time, I immediately knew what made me feel wrong.
The blood-patterned pottery behind me.
It is a blood-patterned pottery about two meters high. It is a very common unarmed warrior figurine in the Qin Dynasty. When general literary and historical materials and some experts comment on these pottery figurines, they always use some words, such as lifelike features, and pottery craftsmanship.
It can be described as exquisite, but only those who have actually seen ancient pottery figurines know that the facial features of those pottery figurines are actually abstract and exaggerated. Anyway, I have never felt any beauty in the pottery figurines.
The moment I turned my head, I seemed to see the corners of the blood-patterned pottery's mouth widening, revealing an extremely weird smile. I couldn't bear this change all at once, so I shook my head vigorously, and waited for me to smile slightly.
After calming down and focusing all the light of the flashlight on the face of the pottery figurine, I realized that my eyes had just been dazzled. The facial expressions of this blood-patterned pottery statue were the same as those of the surrounding ones.
I sighed, secretly glad that my eyes were dazzled. If a pottery figurine suddenly smiled at me, I would definitely not be able to accept the weirdness. I turned my head again and used the gun in my hand to signal Polonov to be honest.
But I still don't feel at ease, as if there is a knot in my heart that I can't straighten out.
What else is wrong?
I couldn't help but stood up and stared at the blood-patterned pottery statue behind me. Its posture and even expression were normal, no different from other pottery figurines, but I always felt that the uneasiness in my heart came from this ghost.
Ghostly pottery figurines.
I scratched my head a little because I couldn't see any clue, only the strong uneasiness spreading. At this time, Polonov called me. I thought he was going to talk nonsense again, so I turned around and scolded him. But Polonov
He pursed his lips at me in an exaggerated manner and winked at me.
I was really annoyed with him, especially when I was in such an uneasy mood. I walked over and wanted to kick him. But I found that Polonov's head was sweating a little, and his Adam's apple squirmed with difficulty, nervously.
He looked around and said to me: "Do you feel it? Those pottery people are very strange."
"What?" I made Polonov's expression become even more nervous, and he couldn't help but tighten the gun in his hand.