In this huge underground space, there are countless large mayflies flying by the water. Their lives are very short. After the larvae grow wings from the water, they can only live in the air for a few minutes. At this time, their bodies will disintegrate.
A special fluorescent powder is broadcast that will continue to glow for a period of time after death, so the entire underground is shrouded in a hazy and mysterious white fluorescence.
As we spend more time underground, our eyes have gradually adapted to the dim underground fluorescence, and the things around us are no longer as blurry as they were at the beginning. I looked at the soft earth beneath me.
It looks like an umbrella or a cover, with a white middle part and dark surroundings. It is indeed a rare large mushroom, no less than twenty meters in diameter.
This kind of fungi grows abundantly in moist underground areas. Seeing this big mushroom under us, Fatty and I immediately remembered that when we were jumping in line in Xing'an Mountains, we went to the mountains to pick fungus. It had just rained, and there was actually a fungus in the ravine.
We were amazed when we saw a mushroom that was taller than the mountains, growing toweringly in the forest. People in the village said it was the emperor mushroom. If you are lucky, you can see it once or twice every August. However,
This thing grows fast and rots quickly. If you just saw it in the morning, it might be gone before noon. Moreover, it is very dangerous to be near the forest where the emperor mushroom grows, because the smell of this thing is too overwhelming, and the color is different, and its properties are also different.
They are very different, and because they are rare, few people can know all the details, so everyone can only pretend that they are invisible when they see them. They neither dare to eat nor touch them, so they take a detour and pass by.
Fatty and I discussed that this mushroom is not as big as the ones we saw in Xing'an Mountains, but it is not too small. It should be the same type of emperor mushroom. It rolled down the gravel slope by the underground lake and wanted to climb back up.
It was almost impossible. The gravel slope was too steep and slippery, so I couldn't stand on it at all. I had to climb down from the emperor mushroom first.
We were washed down from the sieve-like cave roof to the ground, and were separated from a few other people. What I was most worried about was the scuffle at the bottom of the lake. One of the two striped dragons seemed to be caught by a thousand fallen dragons.
Jun Shiyan was smashed to death, but there was still one left, including the white-bearded fish king. They must have been washed into the underground lake by the rapids. If anyone from Uncle Ming and Axiang encountered them, it would be a disaster.
Thinking of this, the fat man and I didn't dare to neglect and ignored the pain on our bodies. We climbed to the edge and looked down at the top of the emperor mushroom. Under the tall emperor mushroom, there were countless ground mushrooms growing at different heights, with different colors and sizes.
Together, it looks like a forest of mushrooms, with many long-tailed dragonfly-like mayflies flying through it like groups of white ghosts.
In the distance is the second layer of the underground lake. When I first fell into the lake, I felt the force of the water flowing eastward was very strong. It turned out that the underground lake in this huge cave was divided into two layers, with a huge gap.
On the dome-like cave roof above, there are countless holes, ranging from more than ten meters in size to less than one meter in size. The lake water above and the groundwater in the mountain are poured from those holes, and all the water columns flow into the hole above.
There is an underground lake on the second floor. This is a sloping pot bottom. The terrain on the east side is lower. When the water in this layer is full, a large water curtain is formed and pours into the second underground lake below. That lake is even larger in scale and has greater water potential.
There is no fluorescence in the areas, and they look black and white, making it difficult to distinguish the whole picture.
If the rest of the people are still alive, it is very likely that they were washed to the second level of the underground lake by the current. The Emperor Mushroom grows not far from the second level of the underground lake. We are condescending and want to look for it from a high place.
The missing people were waiting for me, but I only saw a few big fish leaping up from time to time in the water, and I couldn't see half a human figure anywhere. I asked the fat man to stay here and look around. I will go down and search around the lake first.
Just as he was about to pierce the mushroom with his paratrooper knife, he saw a man swimming up from the lake below. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, but judging from his figure, he should be Uncle Ming. Uncle Ming climbed up to the shore with great difficulty.
After walking a few steps and looking around, he walked straight into the mushroom forest under the emperor's mushroom. Judging from his appearance, he seemed to want to climb to a higher place to see the terrain clearly.
I told the fat man that this Laogang farmer is really old enough. Since he came here, I will let the fat man take care of him temporarily. I will go to the lake to find the other two people. Finally, I found the most obvious tree.
Meet near the Emperor Mushroom.
I was about to leave when I suddenly realized that something had happened. I saw Uncle Ming walking a dozen meters among tall and short mushrooms. He was probably frightened and overtired, so he couldn't move forward and stumbled.
He fell to the ground, rolled over and rubbed his arms for a long time without getting up. It seemed that he had given up on himself and planned to just die like this. He really didn't want to move.
Normally, Uncle Ming's fall was not a big deal, but his heavy body disturbed something nearby. The fat man and I used the dim fluorescence from a high place to notice that the mushroom not far from him suddenly burst into flames.
It was moving around, and there was something with a black shell inside that was slowly squirming. The black shell was arc-shaped, layer by layer, and the body was very long.
Centipede, how big is it?
Uncle Ming lay sprawled on the ground, opening and closing his mouth, as if talking to himself, maybe blaming others, but he was completely unaware of the danger nearby. The fat man and I wanted to call him to be careful on the emperor's mushroom, but the sound
But they were all covered up by the sound of water flowing nearby, and you couldn't hear anything unless you were close to him.
My shotgun had been lost in the melee at the bottom of the wind-eroded lake, and only the pistol was left. The fat man had not lost much of his belongings. He always carried the sports rifle on his back. At this time, he raised the gun and wanted to shoot. I held him down.
Although the range of the rifle can reach far, the caliber is not good. Shooting here will not help. Even if you shoot the place near Uncle Ming to warn him, it may not be able to save him. Once he sees the big centipede, he will definitely be
My legs were so frightened that I couldn't walk even half a step, so I rushed down to save him. But the mushroom forest was full of dense mushrooms. Although I could see Uncle Ming and the big centipede from a high place, I couldn't see him anymore.
When I was blocked, the fat man had to act as a lookout, pointing out the complicated terrain in sign language from a high place, and use a rifle to cover and shoot at critical moments.
Of course, this was a race against time, and there was no time to deploy these plans. I just told the fat man to watch my signal, and I inserted the paratrooper knife on the sloping canopy of the Emperor Mushroom and slid it down. There were also some very tall ones below.
The mushrooms are distributed in a trapezoidal shape. When you encounter a place where the slope is too steep and you can't stand, you use a paratrooper's knife to reduce it, and you quickly get to the bottom. There are no rocks on the ground here, and there is a layer underneath, all of which are small mushrooms the size of your fingers.
, nearby are large mushrooms more than one meter long.
I looked back at the fat man above. The fat man hung the rifle on his chest, waved his arms, and played the naval communication semaphore. This was learned in Fujian. It is very simple and intuitive. Look at his
The action is that the opponent moves slowly and then points out the direction.
I waved my arm to him to indicate that I had received the signal. At this time, a faint layer of fog appeared in the mushroom forest. I was worried that the centipedes would release poisonous fog, so I took out the gas mask from the carrying bag and put it on. I held the muzzle of the low gun with both hands.
Quickly approach Uncle Ming's position.
After the fat man pointed out a few directions, I found Uncle Ming lying on the ground. There was a thumping sound not far away. Although this sound was not loud, it seemed like countless claws circling around, which made people feel frightened.
, and the sound of the water here is already weak, which is even more disturbing.
I approached quietly, trying to pull Uncle Ming up, and ran away immediately. Uncle Ming suddenly saw the gas mask and was startled, but then he knew it was one of his own, stared at me with dull eyes, and smiled at me.
I laughed and wanted to struggle to get up, but my legs seemed to have turned into noodles and would not obey my orders. I was eager to leave this dangerous area, so I made a silent gesture to him, indicating that he should not do anything.
There was movement, and then he carried him on his back.
But before I could even take a step forward, I heard Uncle Ming behind me suddenly burst into laughter. I felt a chill in my heart at that time. How could this bastard old Hong Kong farmer have no good intentions?
Good guy, I was really careless this time.
I immediately jumped my feet and fell backwards, pressing Uncle Ming on my back. This time I exerted enough force that I could probably crush the old Hong Kong farmer half to death, but Uncle Ming's laughter kept going, and the sound was already gone.
It was a bit off, and the laughter was ten times worse than the woman's cry.
I thought to myself that this Hong Kong farmer could still laugh out loud when he was about to die. I remembered a poem and the devil's palace trembled with laughter. Laughing out loud before death is the privilege of revolutionaries. Why do you, an old capitalist?
Laugh, let you taste the iron fist of the proletariat, Mr. Hu, and implement dictatorship on you. See if you can still laugh, but then you feel something is wrong. Uncle Ming's kind of laughter is not because he wants to laugh.
I hurriedly put the gun to Uncle Ming's head. When I looked carefully, I saw that Uncle Ming was laughing so hard that he was out of breath. His whole body was twitching and he was foaming at the mouth. If he kept laughing any longer, he would probably return to his original position.
, he is poisoned.
I looked around and found that where Uncle Ming fell just now, there were clusters of distinctive little mushrooms with a layer of green powder on them. He most likely took a lick from them when he fell down. Is this true?
The powder of that kind of laughing mushroom is so sharp that if you put a little bit in your mouth, it will become like this. If you continue to laugh like this, it will kill you within a few minutes.
I was so anxious that I quickly slapped Uncle Ming's ears several times, then took out the Beidi Xuanzhu and put it on his nose. The smell of the Beidi Xuanzhu was very extreme. When Uncle Ming smelled it, he sneezed several times.
Only then did he stop laughing, but the muscles on his face were all cramped from laughing, and he couldn't recover for a while. He was still twitching, and his nose and tears were streaming down his face. He was really embarrassed to the extreme.
At this time, a rifle bullet was shot on a mushroom near me. I turned around and saw through the hazy mist that the fat man was holding a gun on the emperor's mushroom and waving it constantly, as if to notify me to evacuate quickly.
A large mushroom nearby shook for a while, and the large centipede with a black carapace came out. Uncle Ming's position was just exposed in front of it. I hurriedly took a few steps back, took off the gas mask, and first cleaned the emperor's mushroom.
The fat man signaled not to shoot, and then said to Uncle Ming in panic: Uncle Ming, this centipede behind you is probably going to eat you. You sacrificed your life to save me. I will never forget it in my life. I will definitely give you more when I get home.
Burning paper money, you died to save people, you will definitely achieve success, I congratulate you first.
Uncle Ming was so shocked that he quickly turned around to look behind him. He was about to faint as soon as he rolled his eyes. I quickly pulled him up and said to him: Okay, I won’t joke with you anymore. As soon as that guy showed his head, I
It was obvious that it was not a centipede, but a large worm that only grew underground. It was a vegetarian monk. I don’t know how many of them we dug up under the Kunlun Mountains back then. It was very common.
After Uncle Ming heard what I said, he took a closer look at the thing behind him. He saw a five- to six-meter-long arthropod beetle. This big fat and thick beetle had a pair of curved and hard antennae in front of its head.
Sensing Pathfinder, its whole body is black, only its claws are white, and there are centipede-like centipedes under its thick and fat body. This thing is stupid and only eats fungi underground.
Uncle Ming let out a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat. This old fate was finally saved from the dead. He reluctantly gave me a wry smile and I asked him if he had seen He Axiang.
Just as Uncle Ming was about to answer, he suddenly heard the sound of claws scratching. We turned around and saw that the body of the nearby Maru Xia had shrunk into a ball, with its arc-shaped carapace wrapping it into a big tire.
Look, the veins on my forehead popped. This was a posture to defend against the enemy. There must be some kind of huge threat nearby. I looked up at the fat man high up. The fat man no longer used semaphores. He raised his arms with one movement: Danger.