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Chapter 40 Multiple Cracks

In front of me is an old railway track that has been abandoned for a long time. The rails are stained with rust. Under the illumination of the flashlight light, the bright red rust looks like pieces of blood that have long dried up. It looks a little different.

of desolation.

I used a flashlight to look inside the crack. The space inside the crack was relatively large. It was a mountain passage spreading downward. One end of it led to the stone chamber I had visited before, and the other end led to the stone chamber that I had visited before.

Looking towards the unknown, I glanced in that direction. It seemed as if there were wild beasts hidden in the darkness. A coldness rushed towards my face, trying to overwhelm me with a sense of oppression that made me unable to breathe.

I quickly looked away. I just took a simple glance, but it instantly sent chills down my spine, and my back was immediately covered with a layer of cold sweat.

"This place is getting weirder and weirder." I shivered several times. I felt that when I came here for the first time, I just felt the chill at most. Unlike now, the feeling comes from deep inside.

Fear kept erupting from the bottom of my heart like a fountain.

I tightened the backpack on my back, and then took out a machete from the backpack. Although I knew that if I encountered those supernatural ghosts, the machete would be of no use at all, but at least I had the machete in my hand.

I still feel some sense of security.

In the darkness, I held a flashlight in one hand and a machete in the other, carrying my backpack and preparing to walk sideways into the crack.

Suddenly, a strange feeling came over my heart.

To be honest, I have become very nervous since I came to this hellish place. At the slightest sign of disturbance, I would panic. My nervous heartbeat was about to burst out of my chest. I quickly retracted my moved body.

, looking around carefully.

"No, where are the bones?"

I reacted suddenly. I clearly remember that when I first entered this crack, the crack was filled with bones. I also lit three cigarettes on the pile of bones as a way of worshiping them. But now, the mouth of the crack is full of bones.

Apart from the dark mud, there are no bones anywhere.

As for the cigarette I put on the ground earlier, I can't even find it.

"What's going on?" I felt extremely weird in my heart. Even if someone came under the well before, at most they would accidentally step on the cigarette I inserted in it. There is no way or any reason to put these things down.

The bones were all removed.

Then an incredible thought came to my mind.

"Is it possible that there is more than one crack like before in this place?" The strange thing is that I was also moving in this direction before. Even though there are many cracks in front of me, the first one I came into contact with should be

Is that the right crack at the beginning?

Is it possible that these cracks have legs and can run away?

I felt very weird, but in order to verify my guess and see if there were any cracks in the front, I continued walking towards the front. Of course, I still dropped a cigarette at this position as a mark.

This dark underground world is like a world isolated from the rest of the world. The deeper you go into this place, the more you can feel the cold and cold atmosphere around it.

In this environment, I even felt that I was walking on the road to hell.

And the smell of death in this hell is getting stronger and stronger.

I continued walking forward for probably several minutes when the flashlight beam that was shining directly in front of me suddenly trembled. I don’t know if it was because I was dazzled. At that moment, I seemed to see a black shadow coming from in front of me. It flashed by, and when I came back to my senses, things were back to normal in front of me.

I was already extremely frightened in my heart, but now that this sudden thing was irritating me, my legs were getting weak. I barely pressed my hands against the wall to prevent my body from collapsing on the ground. Don't say I'm a coward. Yes, I am a little kid after all. I have experienced so many horrible things in my life. Naturally, I cannot be pushed all the way like the brainless protagonists in those little white novels.

I pressed tightly against the dark and cold wall of the well and kept breathing. In the silent space, I could even clearly hear my own heartbeat that was constantly "thumping". My nervousness overwhelmed me, and everything in front of my eyes was... It was pitch black, and this darkness was very torturous. I didn’t know when I would be tortured and go crazy.

"Just...what on earth was that just now?" I muttered nervously to myself. It seemed that only speaking out at this time could relieve the tense and depressed feeling in my heart.

In fact, to be honest, I am not sure whether there was any black shadow before. The more I think about it, the more I feel that the flash of black shadow I saw before was just because of my misreading.

After taking a few deep breaths and resting for a while to stabilize my mood, I once again shined the light of my flashlight forward. I don’t know if it was because of what happened just now, but I always felt that there was a pair of eyes staring closely at me in the darkness. Look at me.

After walking for about four or five minutes, the rock wall next to me suddenly became empty, and a crack that could only accommodate one person was laid out on the wall of the well.

This crack spreads forward for about one or two meters. Under the illumination of a flashlight, you can clearly see that behind the crack is an old and abandoned railway track.

The crack was surrounded by a patch of mud, and it seemed as if no one had been to this place since the crack appeared.

There are also railway tracks in different cracks. I am very curious about who built these railway tracks and what their purpose is.

At this time, I didn’t want to go any further, so I just got into this new crack. Maybe it’s because people instinctively feel a sense of depressive discomfort in a narrow space. At this moment, I stood in the crack, feeling in my heart. I couldn't help but feel an ominous feeling, as if the walls on both sides would suddenly press down on me and crush me to death inside.

As soon as this thought appeared, I was so frightened that I immediately quickened my pace and rushed out of the crack.

The underground corridor where the railway tracks are located is full of potholes. As soon as I ran out, I stepped into one of the potholes. I lost my balance and fell to my knees on the ground.

My hands subconsciously supported the ground, but as soon as I pressed them, there was a soft and greasy feeling under my hands.

The moment that feeling appeared, I felt like my scalp was about to explode.


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