I have always attached great importance to team spirit and always believed that in a group of three, all members should be honest and honest. Seeing me whispering to the fat man again, he asked me: What were you two talking about just now?
I was most afraid of being questioned, so I had to repeat my old plan. I took out the Chicago typewriter from my backpack and handed it to me: "The road ahead is dangerous. I will give you this submachine gun first. If something unexpected happens, don't hesitate to hold it."
The trigger just shoots.
Then, he took out the Type 64 and said to me: This pistol is enough for self-defense. I vote for the Democratic Party, so I don’t really believe in guns. I think weapons sometimes can’t solve all problems. It’s between you and Fatty.
Only in your hands can it play a greater role.
The fat man couldn't wait, and kept urging me and me to move faster, so we hurriedly took out the gas masks, including some things used to deal with zombies, as well as the golden masks found in the jade coffin and other sacrificial vessels, and packed them into our pockets.
In the bag, the fat man carried all the remaining equipment on his back. According to the terrain on the fossil altar, he found the direction of the exit of the Calabash Cave. Due to the terrain, there was no armed swimming this time. There were many fallen ancient tree fossils, and some
They are connected together, and although there are occasional gaps in the middle, you can jump across them, so you don't have to worry about being secretly attacked by the underwater female corpse.
Using the compass as a guide, we walked straight west for more than a hundred meters. The surrounding red stone walls suddenly closed in. If the cave we were in was really in the shape of a large horizontal gourd, we had now arrived at the middle joint of the gourd. All of this
They are exactly the same as those recorded by the ancient Yi people on the fossil altar.
The various thick plant roots extending from above are gradually sparse, and the air is no longer as hot and humid as before. Searching along the upturned red rock wall, you will find two naturally formed large red caves. The joint in the middle is already in front of you.
It's just that the stone walls here are all red basalt rocks, remnants of the Cambrian period, and are as slippery as mirrors. In the last ten meters, there are no fossils of ancient trees to stay on. We had to wade through the water and use
The mountaineering pick dug hard into the slippery rock wall, and the three of them pulled each other and climbed up to the joint in the middle of the gourd cave.
The water level of the groundwater just cuts to the bottom of this narrow hole. It seems that the gourd hole is tilted downward at a 25-degree angle. After the groundwater flows through, a horizontal drop is created, along the stone wall over there.
It flowed downward, forming a waterfall with a small flow of water. I grabbed the entrance of the cave and looked down with a wolf-eye flashlight. The slope was very steep and arc-shaped, and the depth below was deeper than I expected.
It is much deeper and you cannot see the bottom at all. If you want to go down, it is not that easy. The safest way is to use a rock wedge to fix it to the entrance of the cave, then lower the rope and use the safety bolt to descend. With this preset path
The rope can also save some trouble on the return trip.
I asked the fat man to install rock wedges and climbing ropes. The fat man asked: Old Hu, is there really the corpse poison of a thousand-year-old zombie in this cave? Will black donkey hooves work? We have never tested it before. What if it doesn’t work?
I said to the fat man: There are a few people who have never encountered the zombies in the ancient tombs. Maybe we are the three people who have never encountered the zombies. As for whether the black donkey hoof can
We have all heard about how to restrain zombies, but since it is a method passed down from generations of predecessors, it must be relatively ineffective. We still have old Americans, so there is no need to worry.
I have never seen a zombie with my own eyes, but I have heard about it a lot. I remember my grandfather talking about how his heart and liver were ripped out by a zombie when he was young. Fortunately, he met his master and did not become a walking zombie. And that fellow from Shaanxi Province
Li Chunlai, when talking about the drought demons in their village, they should all be zombies, which shows that such things really do exist. I remember when Fatty and I first fought in Yerengou to deal with the corpse demons, black donkey hooves and glutinous rice, etc.
The object seems to have no effect. Although zombies and zombies are not the same thing, they are both transformed from ancient corpses after all. Therefore, I always have reservations about the legend that black donkey hooves can control zombies.
During the break of fixing rock wedges and installing climbing ropes, I asked her whether the black donkey's hooves worked or not.
What principle is used to restrain zombies?
He said to me: I can make a bet with you that the mountain god in the cave will not be a zombie. The reason I have just mentioned is that even the Yi people will not worship corpses as gods of mountains and rivers. This is a custom.
There are no ethnic minorities in China, nor in other countries. As for the hoofs of black donkeys that can subdue zombies, this is true. There are many theories about the principle that have been passed down, and they all have a strong sense of mystery. I think it is black donkeys.
There is some kind of insulating material in the hoof, which collides with the bioelectricity in the zombie's body. Stuffing the black donkey's hoof into the zombie's mouth is like adding a shield to the zombie's mouth. Maybe you can have other items instead, but this is just
My personal opinion. According to ancient legend, water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. The hoofs of a black donkey sometimes stimulate it to change. I don't know whether this is true or not.
After listening to this, I felt a little relieved. The entrance to this cave is where the barbarians used long poles to hoist the big toads in. But from here, it is quiet and dark inside, like a still dark world, and there seems to be no trace of it at all.
Any sign of life is completely different from the area we just passed. There were a large number of plants, insects and fish in the previous section of the cave. Frogs croaked, earthworms blew, flying insects vibrated their wings, and water dripped into the river. Everything was full of natural beauty.
The sound, the gourd hole at both ends is only separated by a five or six meter long interface, but it is like the two worlds of yin and yang, the two poles of life and death. If there is an old zombie that has become a spirit, the corpse poison that has accumulated for thousands of years may be the reason why there is no sound here.
The reason for vitality.
The fat man had already prepared the climbing rope. He pulled it and it was strong enough to start taking action. I first threw a cold firework downwards. After seeing the height clearly, I put on a gas mask and put it down on my back.
The climbing rope slipped down the smooth red stone wall.
The concave rock wall under the entrance of the cave has been repeatedly washed by groundwater and is extremely slippery. It is impossible to stand on it. I can only control the retraction and release of the climbing rope to slow down the fall. It has fallen for more than ten meters before it reaches the bottom.
, is a large area of wet stacked rock with groundwater on both sides.
I looked up, and in the darkness I could only see the tactical spotlights on the helmets of the fat man and the two of them, but nothing else could be seen. I sent a signal to tell them that it was safe below and they could come down.
After receiving the signal, Fatty and I first used the climbing rope to slide down. As soon as Fatty came back, he asked me: Have I seen any zombies?
I said to the fat man: Why do you still hope that you won't say such taboo words after meeting Zongzi? What if the old zombie can't stop talking and suddenly runs out.
He made a silent gesture to me and the fat man, then loaded the bullets of the June 4th pistol, looked at the surrounding environment, and whispered: It seems that everything is normal now, let's go straight to Huluzui without delay.
, the atmosphere here is not right. Although the mountain gods may not really exist, the floating corpses under the water are absolutely real. We don’t know how they attack humans. When we move around, we must be careful of the movements in the water.
Now the three of us each held weapons, left the deep water in the middle, and groped our way forward in the darkness from the edge of the circular cave. This last section of the gourd cave was hidden deep underground. The water in the center of the cave was extremely deep, and there was deathly silence.
There are countless red stalagmites hanging upside down on the top, and on both sides are overlapping rock formations protruding from the water, which can be walked on. These red stones have been soaked into a translucent color, and the light of tactical spotlights shines on them, making them glow.
There is a weak reflection.
Occasionally, you can see some tiny plankton on the water surface, and there is no sign of poison. I can't help but feel a little lucky. It seems that our choice is correct. After thousands of years, I am afraid that the things that used to regard this place as a nest have long since disappeared.
exists.
After coming down from the cave entrance above, we walked less than a few dozen meters when I suddenly saw a cold, dim white light appearing on the water in front of me. I quickly waved my hand, and the three of them immediately hid behind the rocks and lurked, turning off their masks.
All light sources stared at the will-o'-the-wisp, cold and mist-like light in the darkness.
The ball of light flickering in the water came closer and closer. I couldn’t see it very clearly through the gas mask. It seemed to be a dead body. It finally appeared. I said to the fat man next to me in the smallest voice: I
It seems that the female corpse in the water didn't notice us. You aim first and shoot her, and then we take advantage of the chaos and rush over to cut her into pieces.
The fat man never refused to shoot. He put down the Chicago typewriter in his hand first, took off the rifle from his back, and aimed at three points in a kneeling position. When he was about to shoot, he saw several floating corpses appearing in the water.
They have already surfaced, and some are still under the water. They are all facing upwards. Although they are floating in the water, their arms and legs are bent downwards, seemingly unaffected by the buoyancy of the water surface. This posture is indescribably awkward, as if they are joints.
All were broken.
The number of female corpses floating in the water is increasing, even behind us. In less than a few minutes, so many dead bodies appeared from nowhere. The water is full of dead people, countless dead people.
After all, there were hundreds or thousands of corpses, and a large amount of ghostly white light was emitted from the group of corpses. The originally dark hole was lit up by those will-o'-wisps, but this bright light made people feel like they were falling into an ice hell, and they couldn't help but tremble all over their bodies.