In the undulating mushroom forest, Maru Xia suddenly shrank into a ball. The fat man standing on the emperor's mushroom also kept raising his arms, signaling an emergency retreat. When I saw this, I hurriedly grabbed Uncle Ming's arm and fell down.
Drag him back and walk away.
There were bursts of swaying sounds of mushrooms behind me, and there were quite a lot of them. They were surrounded on at least three sides, except in the direction of the lake. I didn’t care to look back to see what it was, and just ran all the way to where the fat man was. Fatty
No shots were fired, which meant that those things were still far away from me, or were not chasing me. When we climbed the trapezoidal mushroom mountain and returned to the Emperor's Mushroom, Uncle Ming immediately fell down, huffing and puffing like a broken bellows.
Breathing heavily.
The fat man and I took out our binoculars and looked back along the path we came from. In the clearing of the mushroom jungle just now, there appeared hundreds of Diguanyins that looked like little foxes or snow rats. Their fur was better than that of a silver fox.
, have sharp teeth and claws, are good at digging holes, and because their sound is like a tiger, their scientific name is snow beetle. However, they can only survive in areas with hot springs or geothermal heat. They are cunning and cruel by nature. Some people in Karamir also call them commonly known as snow beetles.
Dilang, or Diguanyin, many locals have daily necessities made of the fur of this animal in their homes, which are extremely valuable. They are also found in the Northeast, but the number is small, and the fur is not as good as that of Kunlun Mountain, more like a weasel.
The large group of Guanyin was like a white wall, tightly surrounding the Wanxia. They seemed to be highly disciplined, and no one acted rashly. They just lay around silently. After a while, a silver-haired Guanyin crawled out from the group.
Guanyin, it seems to be the leader of these Guanyin, it stood up with its front paws, pushed the motionless ball with its paws, then circled around it twice, and then returned to its own team.
At this time, the other Guanyin stepped forward one after another, opened their mouths at a very close distance to Maru Xia, and blew air along the gap in Maru Xia's tightly contracted hard shell. After a while, Kung Fu Xa seemed to be unable to bear the itch, and pulled his shrink.
The tight carapace stretched out, and there was no room for resistance. It was overthrown by dozens of Guanyin, and it was turned upside down, and could only be slaughtered by them.
Because the distance is too far, although there is fluorescence everywhere in the cave, if there are too many dark areas in between, the light will be absorbed and weakened by the darkness of the underground space. The fat man and I cannot clearly see what evil tricks those Guanyin are doing.
I saw that the poor Wanxia was like a prawn, its shell was peeled off in an instant, revealing the translucent meat inside. The group of Guanyins peeled off the meat of Wanxia, ​​carried it on their bodies, and carried it far away
went into the corner.
The fat man and I looked at each other, lying on the emperor's mushroom sky, speechless. We didn't care about the hundreds and thousands of Di Guanyin, but the scene just now was definitely not something that a beast like Di Guanyin could do. They
Their habits are in groups of three to five. It is rare for them to gather in such large numbers, and they are so orderly. What is incredible is that after they peeled off the meat, they did not compete for food, as if they were holding some kind of ceremony, and the food was
Transported to other places, but these guys don't have the habit of storing food like termites. This behavior is too abnormal.
The fat man thought for a long time and said: Maybe they know that prices have risen significantly recently and want to hoard some scarce supplies. They are just a group of speculators.
I shook my head and suddenly had a bad premonition. In the human skin murals that recorded ancient rituals and legends, as well as the deeds of the King of the World's Enemy-Conquering Orb, the sacrifices of the Demon Kingdom were mentioned more than once.
Masters can control wild beasts, collectively called demon slaves. This is not impossible. Some ancient herbs and formulas that have been lost can indeed control the simple behaviors of wild beasts.
I feel that those Guanyin are very unusual. They must be controlled by some kind of power. The food is not for themselves. There may be something protecting the altar near the underground altar. These slaves may be for it.
If the food delivery person accidentally enters the altar with Axiang, they will be alone, which will be troublesome.
Seeing the large group of Guanyin leaving far away, they probably went to catch other food. Uncle Ming finally took a deep breath. I asked him if he could walk by himself. If he couldn't, he would stay here and wait for us. We got
I'm looking for the two lost people in the underground lake on the second floor. Maybe there is a special smell on this emperor's mushroom, and ordinary things are afraid to approach it. It should be safer to stay here.
Uncle Ming immediately expressed his attitude. When he was washed down from the temple by the water, he didn't see the other people. He relied on his proficiency in water and had swum across rivers and oceans to save his life without drinking a few sips of water. Of course, now
We wanted to look for them together. If A Xiang had something wrong, he would not rest in peace. So we got off the Emperor Mushroom and took a detour back to the underground lake. There were more large mayflies here, not only in the air, but also on the ground.
The entire area was shrouded in the fluorescent light of death.
There are also several huge natural tunnels beside the lake, and the water from the underground lake flows in, forming huge underground rivers. These are only exposed, plus the water systems hidden deeper underground, creating an intricate and giant complex here.
Water network, it goes without saying that everyone knows something. We are basically lost now. We dare not leave the double-layer underground lake too far. We are surrounded by unknown areas and completely unfamiliar geological landforms, including those we have never seen before.
There are strange insects, and the sieve-like arc top is easy to get down, but difficult to get up. It is impossible to go back from there. Thinking of this, I feel a little worried. I have a flare and a flare gun with me. It stands to reason that we should use this tool to get in touch with us.
, but since there has been no movement, I really don’t dare to think about the worst.
This underground lake is very big. We walked along the lake for a long time and only walked less than half a circle. There was still no trace of He and Axiang. I think the fat man is okay. He always has the same virtue, that is, he can't stand the hunger and fire.
They planned to catch and eat everything they saw, but Uncle Ming was tired and hungry, like a deflated rubber ball, so he encouraged them. There must be something good in this underground lake. He had heard about it a long time ago.
There is a dragon elixir refined by the Queen Mother of the West on the top of the dragon. Maybe we can pick up a pot while walking. If you eat one pill, your body will be as light as a swallow. If you eat two pills, you will be reborn. If you eat a handful, you will live as long as heaven and earth.
The fat man said: Commander Hu, your second political commissar is here to bluff us again. What I hear is that this rhetoric is a bit like what the fortune teller Chen Xiazi said when he was selling Dali Pills. You can't even mention the Dragon Pill Immortal Pill now. Can you give it to me?
Fried soybeans, I'm satisfied.
I said to the fat man: This is your idea of ​​small-peasantism. A small fortune means peace. What’s the point of frying soybeans? I’m really not trying to fool you. This underground lake is definitely not ordinary water. What kind of place is this? In Feng Shui, this is the top of the dragon.
, this water is the brain plasma of Zulong. If you don’t believe me, go down and take a few sips. It has higher nutritional value than soybean juice, and you can relieve your satiety after just a few sips.
When Uncle Ming heard us talking about what to eat, he swallowed and said disapprovingly: Soybean juice is terrible to drink. I remember when I was in Nanyang, I drank everything if I didn't drink anything. We didn't drink it there either.
I pay a lot of attention to Feng Shui. But doesn’t it mean that in places with good Feng Shui, water has nutrients? Brother Hu, you are a bit messy.
I thought to myself that this Hong Kong farmer wasn't as frightened as his third grandson just now, so I said to Uncle Ming: Feng Shui can't be truly taught, it's just fake learning. How much do you know about this place? I'll tell you the truth.
Well, the water in this underground lake is not only delicious, but also worth a lot of money. This lake is worth whatever the value of China's Dragon Vein is. It's not that only Kunlun has the Dragon Vein. Without this lake, the Kunlun Ancestral Dragon has nothing.
No. The ancients had a very appropriate metaphor: without Xiangyang, Jingzhou is not enough to use force, without Hanzhong, Bashu is not enough to survive, and Henan cannot be inhabited by Henan. This is because of the situation, because wind and water themselves exist objectively. Similarly,
Without this underground water, Kunlun Mountain would not be worthy of being a dragon. Although outsiders may have never seen this underground water system except for believers in the ancient Demon Kingdom, its existence has been demonstrated in almost all Feng Shui theories. This is
It is called the creation of heaven and earth, the same principle as yin and yang.
The long talk left Uncle Ming speechless, but with this distraction, he no longer felt too tired. He could only endure his hunger until he could find the missing person and Axiang.
We went to the Five Zang Temple to offer sacrifices. We walked around the edge of the underground lake for almost a circle. The further we walked, the colder we felt. We saw no people alive or dead bodies. We looked at the dark lake and were really afraid that they had all been fed.
It's a big fish, or it was washed into a deeper place. Where can I find this black one?
Just when we were getting anxious and planning to search in those underground rivers, suddenly a flare rose from the center of the lower underground lake. The flare was suspended in the air, illuminating the lake and surrounding it. The frightened mayflies were everywhere.
Pulling the light tail and flying everywhere, the stream of light dances wildly. The scene at this time is as bright as fireworks exploding in the dark sky.
Fatty Uncle Ming and I were all pleasantly surprised. To our surprise, we searched around the underground lake to no avail. It turned out that there was a small island in the middle of the dark lake. It was really unexpected. What we were happy about was that since the flares were fired there, it meant that
At least she was still alive, maybe Axiang was beside her, but in the pale light, there was only a raised cone-shaped mountain on the island in the lake, but not a single person was visible. The light gradually became weaker, and before she could take a closer look,
Disappeared into the darkness of the lake.
Uncle Ming was shocked. Since there was no one, the series of questions about who fired the flare and why it took so long to signal was nothing more than to say that there might be a trap on the island in the lake. This was to lure everyone into taking the bait and rashly
If you go there, you will inevitably get dumped, so you should consider the long term.
I ignored Uncle Ming's guess, and while the flare was still hanging in the air and not extinguished, I raised my telescope and looked carefully at the terrain of the lake. There was indeed no one on the island, but I noticed the light that had been shot up by the flare just now.
The angle is vertical, not the arc shooting method we usually use. In addition, the angle is wrong, which means that the flare was fired from below the horizontal plane. There must be a hole on the island in the lake, and they may be trapped in it.
It's not too late, the only way is to swim over as quickly as possible to support them.
The three of them sorted out their equipment and took out the only remaining searchlight. Without delaying for a moment, they swam into the underground lake and tried their best to reach the island in the middle of the lake. However, they found this lonely island in the lake.
, not only was there no trace of anyone nearby, but there was no trace of any hole in the ground. Only behind a rock, a handful of empty bullet casings fell and scattered around. It seemed that there had been a fierce battle, and the owner of the pistol
Of course it is
This island is about the size of half a football field, with a bulge in the middle and an inversion like a trumpet. The terrain is very strange. I looked at the rocks under my feet and said to Fatty and Uncle Ming: This is an extinct volcano in the underground mountains.
There is a crater above. If they are still alive, they may have fallen into the crater. After saying that, they ran up first, and the fat man dragged Uncle Ming behind.
After running a few steps, I found a lot of decayed hard cypress scattered among the volcanic rocks. The piles of rocks nearby could also be seen to be man-made. Could it be that in the heart of the extinct volcano, there is the underground altar of Erluohai City.
, suddenly saw a severed human hand falling on the ground, the blood stains were not yet dry, it was a woman's hand, wearing an auspicious ring on the finger, which was given to Axiang by Tiebang Lama. Book Alliance
Chapter completed!