Uncle Ming's legs and feet were nimble, and he rushed behind me: Brother Hu didn't see what it was, it seemed like it was following us, and it must have evil intentions. I waved my hand to Uncle Ming, signaling him to stop talking, and followed me.
I took out my gun, aimed at the black shadow behind me, and shook my head desperately, trying to make my eyes adapt to the white mist as soon as possible. The black shadow not far away gradually became clearer in my eyes.
It looked like a black hand, two sizes bigger than the fat man's head. I felt the hand holding the gun began to shake. Ever since I entered the tunnel, I couldn't help but feel helpless. I don't know why, but I always felt guilty.
At this time, Fatty and I also pulled off the tape on the left eye respectively, but there was a time difference with me. After Uncle Ming, I finally saw clearly what was behind the tunnel for the second time. There was no need for a light source in the white tunnel to see clearly.
We can clearly see the things nearby, but in this dim fluorescent environment, what we see is also slightly hazy. We can only see an arc of a tunnel more than ten steps away from us. The slope of the slope is relatively obvious, and the tunnel is
It seemed as if some force had twisted it here, forming a shape. In the middle of the figure-8 shape, which was twisted closer to the top, a huge black hand suddenly appeared on the white wall.
However, the shape of this hand was not very clear. I didn't dare to go over there. I just stood there and took out the wolf-eye flashlight and shined it with strong light. The beam of the flashlight fell on the black hand. It turned out that the hand was not in the black hand.
Inside the tunnel, it is on the outside, separated from us by a tunnel wall. The white tunnel only has a very thin, crystal clear, but very solid shell, at least at the top, on the white and smooth wall. That
The shadow of the black hand is quite eye-catching. Everything as far as the eye can see is white, except for the palm which is carious and black. However, the tunnel is so winding that it is impossible to see if there is anything else behind it.
Could it be that the footsteps that come and go in the tunnel, that come and go, come from that hand? But human hands cannot be so huge. Is that a hand or the paw of some beast? I remember that when I passed through the tunnel, I would feel it from time to time.
There is a cool breeze blowing down from the top of the head. Maybe there are gaps every other section on the top of the tunnel. Things above can enter the tunnel at any time. Thinking about the large group of Guanyin in the underground mushroom forest, there must be something like this near the altar.
The ferocious beasts guard the forbidden area every step of the way, watching everyone who enters the tunnel. The "passing with eyes closed" mentioned on the stone door relief is an instruction to the priest, and the people who are cursed by the bottomless ghost cave have no chance here.
People treat you as a human being, just like a group of cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs, like snake-bone victims.
Uncle Ming asked me in a low voice from behind what I should do. I said to him: It’s better not to make yourself uncomfortable. This thing is just following us. Maybe it won’t do anything special if it keeps running back. What I said is just a possibility.
If you don’t believe me, just go over and try it. Go over and practice sweeping the legs on the 18th road and see if it responds.
At this time, after taking off the tape on my eyes, I gradually recovered my vision. I saw a big motionless black hand on the outside of the corner of the tunnel. Naturally, I was surprised. I simply told everyone about the situation. Fortunately, we judged
Go in the right direction, otherwise if you turn back, you may be dead in the tunnel. Now you have no other choice. You can only continue to move forward, regardless of what is behind you.
So everyone turned around and moved forward with anxiety. The stone wall at the end was already in front of them. But as soon as they moved, they heard a loud noise in the entire tunnel, like thunder. My heart also trembled, and I hurriedly turned back.
Look, we saw another big black hand on the top of the tunnel behind us. As soon as we stopped, it stopped moving, but obviously it also took a step while we were moving forward, and the tunnel
It has a very sharp sound, and the sound is particularly shocking, which may be why Thunder Mountain got its name.
It is not that easy to ignore the existence in reality. Now that I have opened my eyes, I feel even more panicked. With the tape on my eyes, I can at least comfort myself that they are all stones.
The sound inside, but now I know that something is really following behind me, but I still want to turn a blind eye, which is really difficult.
The fat man said, we are now a bit like the guerrillas in the Yugoslav movie who were escorted to the execution ground and followed by Nazi SS officers. Do you feel this way?
I said, fat man, your metaphor is very inappropriate. Are you not cursing us that we will never come back? To say that we are Song Jiang Dai Zong who went to the Jiangzhou execution ground is almost enough. We can still count on our gang associates, like some libertine and white stripes.
Tribulation court.
At this time, everyone was in a very depressed mood. Although the fat man and I pretended not to care, I knew in my heart that there was really no turning back from this road. When things came to an end, I calmed down and looked at what had just happened in front of me.
After touching the stone wall for a long time, the tunnel has indeed reached the end. There are symbols on the surrounding walls with eyes open. All the crystal stones here are twisted at an incredible angle. Although the formation of natural creation can be said to be miraculous,
There are many different shapes, but the terrain here is still so special.
A large piece of twist-shaped white rock suddenly emerges from the ground at a height of more than one meter. It is impossible to describe its shape. It looks like a square or a circle. In some places, it looks like a complex geometric figure. The stone body is completely
It is twisted, and not in one direction. Some parts are clockwise and some parts are counterclockwise, so it feels like twists. There are some black and broken rotten wood chips outside. There may have been a wooden structure surrounding this in the past.
It's a strange rock that you can climb up by stepping on it.
I climbed up to the top and looked inside. It turned out to be the mouth of an inclined well. There was a white glow in the depths with no end. There were steps inside the well mouth, but they were almost worn into a slope. I don’t know how many slaves and prisoners were held in the past.
Being used as a sacrifice and driven away from here.
After everyone discussed it, let's go. We have to go down to the 18th level of hell. We can't survive this calamity no matter what. So the fat man tightened his mountaineering helmet and the remaining equipment on his body, and he took the lead again. I think
The way he climbed up was awkward, but before he could remind him, the fat man had already plunged in diagonally, headfirst.
Then came Uncle Ming and He Axiang, and they followed one after another. I was the only one left in the white tunnel, and I immediately felt empty and lonely. I didn’t like this feeling, so I quickly climbed up to the wellhead again.
Before going down, I glanced at the black handprints deep in the tunnel. Suddenly, I don’t know when, a bright shadow of a face appeared between my hands, and the outline of the nose and mouth could be seen.
.But this face only has the lower part, except for the eyes and forehead.
The black face became increasingly clear in the crystal stone, as if it was not outside at all, but in the stone in the tunnel. The upper part of the face was gradually emerging, and just when it was about to see its eyes clearly
, I was too nervous, and the stone ridge I stepped on was too slippery, so I couldn't stand firmly. I lay on the slope and slid to the bottom.
This underground passage is very spacious, with an inverted horn, a narrow mouth and a large bottom. It looks like a very thick underground natural geode. The whole is arc-shaped, with a slope of about 45 degrees. There are some slightly protruding holes at the beginning.
On the lower slope of the steps, there are countless simple stone grooves dug by hand for people to step on. They are shallow and slippery, and due to excessive wear and tear, most of them are almost flat. Once they slide down, it is equivalent to sitting down.
It is difficult to stop the slide before it reaches the end. I lie on my head and feet on the ground and slide down smoothly. The crystal stone in the cave is brighter than the mirror surface. My own shadow is everywhere in all directions. In addition, I slide down very fast, and my eyes
It’s almost spent.
I was worried that if there were protruding stone steps below, my chest ribs would be broken, so I quickly turned over and put the half-empty rucksack on my back under it. When I encountered a place that was too smooth, I threw the mountaineering pick and slid down.
No matter how deep I went, the crystal slope finally leveled off. As soon as I slipped out of the cave, I found that only Axianghe was standing at the entrance of the cave, and Fatty and Uncle Ming had disappeared.
Hearing the noise behind me, I hurriedly turned around and grabbed my arm to eliminate the inertia of my descent. I saw a few meters in front of me, the terrain turned into a downward right angle, and my heart sank. Fatty and Uncle Ming were not falling.
When we got to the bottom of the cliff, she didn't care about the pain on her body. As soon as she got up, she looked at their faces first, hoping to see from her eyes that the two people were safe and sound. She had a worried look on her face and shook her head at me.
She came down after Fatty and Uncle Ming, and due to the effect of inertia, she almost fell down. Thanks to her hand disease, she used a mountaineering pick to hang on a nearby large piece of mica, which prevented her from swinging down directly, and then stopped her and followed her down.
Ah Xiang arrived only one minute before me.
I was even more worried, so I hurriedly went to check the cross section of the stratum. I saw that the place we were in was an astonishingly large crystal mine. On the dome, which was tens of meters high, water dripped from time to time, and an underground lake hung in the
The top of the head is criss-crossed with crystal veins, and the top of the head is full of clusters of crystals extending downward. Whenever a person moves below, there will be shadows of Wuji following them, as if they have entered an upside-down mirror maze. We are standing on the top of the head.
On a platform at the entrance, there are vast white clouds at your feet. These clouds, which look like white mist and water vapor, are stone smoke produced by the merging of crystals caused by orogeny. They are lower in density than crystal dust and are odorless and tasteless.
It condenses but never disperses, and maintains a constant height. It divides the hole in two from the middle and cuts it into two layers. The bottom is like a lake made of white clouds. Because the situation below cannot be seen, it is covered by the stone smoke, making it
The cave looks flat and wide, but it doesn't feel oppressive at all.
A topaz-like mountain emerges from this sea of ​​clouds. The platform at the entrance is connected to the top of Yushan by a stone stem. It is a half-fossil and half-plant-like thick vine, which has been built into a passage.
The sky frame is still very strong after I stepped on it, and it is strong enough to bear the weight of the human body. When I stand on it and look down, I can't see the terrain below at all. Is it an abyss, a pool, or just like the top of my head?
The dense crystals, Fatty and Uncle Ming, must have failed to stop and fell below. I asked Axiang if he could see below, but I saw that Axiang’s eyes were covered with tape and were soaked with tears.
It's swollen and it's hard to see people, let alone other things. Now I can't count on her for anything.
I shouted several times to Xiangxiao, but there was no response, which made me even more worried. I was thinking about where to go to find someone, but suddenly I heard the fat man’s cry from under the clouds: Commander Hu, hurry up and lower the rope to pick me up.
The layers of strands all waved into eight petals.
As soon as I heard the fat man say this, I immediately felt relieved. I could tell from the sound that it wasn't very deep down there. We were standing on the sky frame, not far from the top of the fat man's head. I said to the fat man: Where can I get it for you?
It’s not too late to find a rope and rub it into a piece of tree bark. Can you find a place to climb up by yourself? How is Uncle Ming? Did he fall down too?
I just heard the fat man shouting under the thick stone smoke: The Hong Kong farmer's mountaineering helmet fell off, and his head hit the crystal below. Who knows whether he is dead or alive? There is a layer of clouds in the middle of this place, and this damn place below is...
It's a mirror-like stone. When I move my arms, it sways in all directions. I can't even find my way now. I bump into the wall whenever I move, let alone find a place to climb out. I say you hurry up and find a rope. Uncle Ming falls.
When we came down, the place was almost destroyed. Maybe after a while, we would have to sink into the lake to feed the tortoise.
When I heard that Uncle Ming's head hit a rock, and that there was a danger of collapse below, I knew the situation was bad, but the climbing ropes were all lost on the way, so there was no pure rope available.
It suddenly occurred to me that I could use the load-bearing belt to carry equipment on my body. Everyone has it. It can be disassembled and connected together, and it is strong enough. So I quickly started to hang it. After hanging the load-bearing belt, I asked the fat man to put him and Uncle Ming first.
All the ropes and straps, which were strong anyway, were tied up and connected with our straps. First we hoisted up the fat man's backpack and rifle, and then tied up Uncle Ming and hoisted him up.
Uncle Ming's face was covered in blood. When I reached out and touched it, it didn't look like blood. I couldn't help but scream immediately: Oh no, Uncle Ming has returned to his position, and his brains are all coming out. As soon as Axiang heard that her godfather's brains were coming out.
My nose felt sore and I started crying again.
He said: Don't talk nonsense. This is blood. The hemoglobin has begun to change. He still has a heartbeat. He may have just fainted. We should bandage him first.
While I was bandaging Uncle Ming, I advised Axiang: Stop crying. This little bit of blood won't kill you, and at most you'll get a minor concussion.
The fat man waited impatiently below: I said you don’t care about me anymore. If you want to mourn Uncle Ming, why don’t you get me up first? How about we cry together?
Only then did I remember that the fat man was not as strong as Uncle Ming, so it would not be easy to lift him up, so I lowered the load-bearing belt: I can't pull you, I can only act as a team, you have to show some initiative.
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The fat man tugged on the rope and shouted: Although I am full of subjective initiative, I am not a jet plane, so I can't jump on it directly.
I pulled the load-bearing belt to the stone wall next to the stone stem roof. The fat man had the direction and crawled underneath. He turned out of the crystal maze and grabbed the concave and protruding positions on the stone wall.
In addition, I and I pulled him hard and finally climbed up. The fall just now was not light. Even though I was wearing knee pads and elbow pads, my tailbone was in severe pain, and I couldn't recover for a long time.
The bleeding on Uncle Ming's side also stopped. I felt his pulse and it was still stable. But if I don't go to the altar as soon as possible to remove the curse on him, I'm afraid he will be the first to return. As the saying goes, "We are linked by the same fate, I don't think so."
They couldn't leave him alone, so everyone took a breath, and the fat man carried Uncle Ming on his back, and walked up to the light yellow stone peak on the sky frame hanging above the clouds. The terrain here is a very neat semicircle, and the top
A line of flag clouds wavered uncertainly, giving people a mysterious feeling in the ethereal world. In the crystal veins above the head, from time to time, there were bright lights like will-o'-the-wisps flickering, appearing and dying suddenly, numbering in the hundreds, making them look as bright as stars.
On the light yellow pearl-shaped mountain, the slightly darker color seems to be an old five-view, but it cannot be man-made. It is not possible to see what geological structure the stone peak is from close by. It looks like a saint and a fossil.
Occasionally, you can still hear the crisp sound of flowing water in the depths. In the Dragon Seeking Jue, it is said that there is a dragon elixir under the ancestral dragon. It seems to be true. This underground peak may be the place where vitality condenses in the eyes of Feng Shui Warlocks.
Dragon Dan.
I looked back from time to time to look at the situation behind me. The thing in the white tunnel had obviously stopped at the end and did not follow it in. However, the way it came was completely cut off, but now I couldn’t think about how to deal with it when I went back.
And I didn’t tell anyone about the last scene I saw in the tunnel, so as not to further increase their pressure.
The end of Tianliang reaches directly into the mountain. The interior space is not large. There are two pools on the ground. The walls are carved with ferocious evil spirits. On both sides, there are dozens of vigorous and ancient white stone statues, slightly taller than ordinary people.
, each person held a stone ounce like a bowl in the sea. I remembered that in the rituals depicted in the human skin murals, the human eyeballs were gouged out and placed in such an instrument, so I looked into the stone ounce.
But there was nothing.
When he saw the place, the fat man put Uncle Ming on the ground to rest. Uncle Ming woke up at this time, but he seemed a little confused and confused. He would shake his head without saying anything when asked, even his own goddaughter.
I don’t recognize him either.
There are several smaller caves in the altar, which are very religious and mysterious. I took out the head of the king, which is the phoenix gallbladder. Have you found a way to use it? The nights are long and the dreams are many. It is best to end this life-and-death matter as soon as possible.
major events.
He was staring at a place, surrounded by weird and bizarre carvings. There was a human-shaped groove on the ground, with its limbs spread out. It seemed to be a place of execution. Over the years, too many people had been killed, and it was soaked in blood. In the stone trough
It has changed from light yellow to dark red, and it feels cruel just to look at it.
I asked twice before I came back to my senses. She looked very unhappy. She took several deep breaths without saying a word. She pointed at the stone slabs and motioned for me to take a look.
Although I am not very familiar with the ancient mysterious rituals of this world, the wall carvings here are very intuitive, and even I can see them clearly. After just a few glances, I felt that it was starting to become difficult to breathe, so I waited.
If you want to hold a ceremony on that black-red human-shaped stone trough, you need to kill at least one living person as a victim. Without this victim, none of us can leave alive, but who can be sacrificed casually? Do you want us?
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