But how come there is such a symbolic thing here? It can be seen that the history here has been more than three thousand years, and there are no such things in the things passed down from generation to generation at that time, right? Is there a mistake in history? There were these things in that period.
? Or is this place made by modern people? Or is there really a place like the underworld in this world, and he is in such a place now?
He stepped on these bewitching "Flowers of the Other Side" and walked forward, but he didn't see the "Sansheng Stone" or "Wangxiang Terrace". Instead, he saw a strange building. It was like two chimneys.
It stands straight at the end, and there is a bridge between the two chimneys, but it is not a straight stone bridge, but a suspension bridge.
It looked like a very old suspension bridge. Some of the wooden boards on it had rotted and fallen, revealing large gaps. Wang Yisheng was surprised to find that there were fresh human footprints on the wooden bridge, but he was surprised.
What was frightening was also these footprints. There were five pairs of footprints in total, and they were all different. He guessed that they were left by the old man and the others, but there were only four of them including the old man and the beard, so who was the other one?
Are there other people here? How is it possible? He has seen everyone who comes in with his own eyes. If there are outsiders, he will definitely be able to see them. There cannot be outsiders except them. Since they are not outsiders, then...
He shuddered. Are there really rice dumplings or monsters in here? It seems that it is necessary to think carefully about whether to go on.
But at present, he seems to have no better choice. His father has disappeared. He and his grandfather found this place together, but their grandfather disappeared again. What happened to them? Of course, it is not out of curiosity, just for a share of responsibility. He also wants to find out.
What exactly happened.
He walked onto the suspension bridge, which was trembling and making a creaking sound. He was a little worried about not stepping on the rotten wooden boards and falling off, but he was lucky, and he walked half of the thirty-meter suspension bridge very smoothly.
The old-fashioned flashlight emits orange light, which does not shine very far, but in this dark environment, he still feels as conspicuous as the sun in the sky, which makes him feel very unsafe. Others, or not people,
You should be able to see him from far away, right? But he had no choice. In order to pass the suspension bridge safely, he had to turn on the light and still be cautious before he could move forward in fear.
However, when he was two-thirds of the way through the suspension bridge, what he had been worried about happened. He vaguely saw a black figure at the end of the suspension bridge, like a person sitting there. Although the outline was a bit blurry, he could still see it.
What I could barely distinguish was that it should really be a person, or something that looked like a person but was not a person.
Who would sit there bored? No one would, so he guessed it should be a stone statue or something. Well, he probably hoped it was a stone statue, because the stone statue would not move, attack or scare people.
It would be terrible if it were a non-human creature.
As if standing naked in the snow, his legs began to tremble slightly, and then quickly spread upward, spreading to the whole body, and the body trembled along with it. After all, he was just a young man who had just grown up, and he had only done this kind of thing before.
He had heard of it but never experienced it. When he heard these stories before, especially when he heard how people were frightened, he was filled with disdain and thought that he would not be like that. But now he finally understood.
Saying it is one thing, imagining it is another thing, but experiencing it personally is another matter. Without seeing it with your own eyes or encountering it personally, you can never imagine how much fear it will bring you.
He was not in a hurry to move forward, and squatted down to observe slowly. Sure enough, the thing was alive, its body was trembling slightly, and it was sitting there with its back to this side, not knowing what it was doing.
After waiting for a long time, the thing didn't seem to want to get up, so he finally couldn't help but slowly move over. As he got closer, he could see it more clearly. It was indeed a person, very fat, with short hair, wearing black clothes.
Wearing a Chinese tunic suit, Wang Yisheng recognized him at a glance. Isn't this man exactly Fat Zhuang?
Seeing an acquaintance, he relaxed a little. His idea was simple. If this fat pile was alive, that would be great. Even if he died and turned into a ghost, for the sake of his acquaintance, he should not
Make things difficult for him.
His pace quickened, and the electric light in his hand shone directly on him, but Fat Zhuang didn't react at all. He lowered his head and shrugged his shoulders, as if he was concentrating.
Wang Yisheng walked directly behind him, patted his shoulder and said, "Uncle Fatty, what are you doing sitting here? Where are my grandpa and the others?"
The fat pile finally moved, slowly raised his head, and slowly turned his face. When Wang Yisheng saw his front, he couldn't help but let out a scream of terror, and all the hair on his body almost stood on end.
.
He swore that he had never seen such a horrific scene. This man was indeed a fat pile, but it was no longer a complete fat pile. Half of his face was gone, and it was as if he had been licked by a blind bear.
It was blurry, and the other half of the face was as white as paper. One eyeball had fallen out of the eye socket, and one arm was gone. The remaining hand held half of the arm, and the five fingers on it were gone.
Three were dropped.
If you look closely, you can see that his mouth is chewing, and half of his finger is still exposed. Blood foam is coming out of the corner of his mouth. It is obvious that he is happily eating this finger.
Seeing Wang Yisheng, Fatty pressed his fallen eyeballs into his eye sockets, opened his mouth and smiled, revealing his blood-red teeth. Suddenly he stretched out his hand and took the thing in his hand, who didn't know whether it was someone else's or his own.
He handed it over with his arm and said in a hoarse and unpleasant voice: "You're late for the birth of the baby. Do you want to eat it? It's still fresh!"
Wang Yisheng felt like he wanted to vomit, but now he was more filled with fear. The appearance of the fat pile was really terrifying. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive, but he was sure that he was dead or alive.
He is no longer a normal person. It looks like he even eats human flesh. Who knows if he will suddenly pounce on him and eat him too.
Wang Yisheng stepped back in fear, but he forgot that several pieces of the wooden board behind him were broken off, revealing a large gap. As he stepped back, he just fell into it. Thanks to his slow reaction, he grabbed a piece of wood next to him in desperation.
The rope prevented him from falling.
Not caring about the fat pile anymore, he twisted his body and climbed up. After all, he was a strong young man, and his strength when facing a crisis was huge. Soon he climbed up along the rope again.
suspension bridge.
Subconsciously looking forward, he found that the fat pile had disappeared. He hurriedly used a flashlight to shine, but there was no shadow of him around. He was a little confused. Could it be that what he just saw was not real but his own hallucination?
He hoped so, but soon he found traces of blood on the ground at the end of the suspension bridge. It seemed that what he just saw was true, but he didn't know how the fat pile suddenly disappeared. If he really changed
He has become something unknown, shouldn't he be attacked?
No matter what, the fact that he couldn't see the terrifying fat pile still made him breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, when he came, he was fully prepared to deal with various dangers and terrifying phenomena. If an ordinary person saw such a scene,
If so, he would probably be stunned.
Wang Yisheng carefully looked around. After the suspension bridge, it was not a smooth road, but a dark and narrow corridor. No, it should be said to be a long corridor. It is square, very narrow and short, and there is no need to stretch your hands.
You can literally touch the top of the passage, and people walking inside feel very oppressive.
Wang Yisheng walked very carefully. He understood a truth: the safer a place looks, the more unknown dangers are hidden. Especially in a place like this, he has seen many unexpected things. Who knows if it will happen?
What kind of surprise will happen again!
As soon as he walked in, he found that there was indeed something wrong with this passage. The echo here was very loud, and there would be a snapping sound as soon as he stepped down. No matter how lightly he controlled his movements, it was like walking on broken glass. Simply
The weight can make it make a violent sound.
He stopped and observed for a while but found nothing, then continued walking forward. After walking for a few minutes without encountering any accidents, he slowly felt relieved. Maybe this was an ordinary passage. However, he soon discovered something was wrong.
The sound of his footsteps was not only loud, but also very chaotic. I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but now I listened carefully, I realized that the footsteps didn't seem to be his alone, as if there was someone following him like a shadow all the time.
Same.
Wang Yisheng was startled and stopped in a hurry. Was it a ghost? No, ghosts should make no sound when walking. Is it some sinister thing like rice dumplings? He looked around, but there was nothing. This possibility could be ruled out.
What on earth is that? He thought about it and vaguely understood. He heard that the echoes in some places are very special. Some will have continuous echoes, and some will have repeated echoes. Maybe this corridor is like that. Okay
, this is just what he hopes in his heart, so as to prove that the road he is taking is safe.
But the situation was not as he expected. The messy footsteps gradually became clearer, as if something was extremely close to his body. Soon, the sound slowly weakened again, and finally disappeared, and the passage
The only sound of his footsteps was left inside.
He was calm and calm, not happy because of this. Sure enough, the sound did not disappear, but reached a balance with his footsteps, as if the sound had been connected with his body.