This is a wet palm, and it feels extremely cold when it is pressed against my shoulder.
I don't know why, I haven't felt this chill before, but now, the chill is like the palm of a devil, constantly teasing my body, and it suddenly stimulates goosebumps all over my body.
stand up.
I am timid, after all, I am an ordinary little guy. I have never seen such a scene before. I was so frightened that my legs went weak and I almost knelt on the muddy ground. I was so frightened that I even turned around to see what happened.
I didn’t have the courage to be tapped on my shoulder.
But at this juncture, the wet palm suddenly pulled down and dragged my arm up, preventing me from falling into the muddy sand.
"What's wrong with you kid?" And it was at this juncture that a familiar voice suddenly came out.
After hearing this voice, I couldn't help being stunned, and then I quickly turned around and saw blankly that the owner of the previous palm was my old father.
"father?"
Looking at the figure standing behind me, I shouted blankly.
Dad looks quite embarrassed now. His whole body has become wet, as if he has been caught in a heavy rain. There is mud everywhere on his body. As for his body, there are also many scars. I don’t know where they were injured.
of.
Although he is the father I am familiar with, looking at my father's eyes at this moment, I feel a chill in my heart.
I don’t know why, but I always feel that this dad is very similar to the one who was lying in the coffin before, rather than the one who accompanied me all the way down.
So, when I saw him, I subconsciously took a step back and at the same time shined the light of the flashlight towards Dad.
A dark shadow was elongated under the illumination of the flashlight. As my flashlight swung, the length of the shadow was constantly changing.
After seeing this, I breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good to have a shadow.
I looked at my dad curiously and asked, "Dad, what's going on with you? Why are you so embarrassed? And when I called you when I came down before, why didn't you say anything?"
As a result, after hearing my words, my father fell silent and said after a moment, "After you left before, Liu Banxian also came down. I didn't want to run into him, so I hid in the coffin. When you came down, I
Although I heard your shouting, I was worried that Liu Banxian hadn't left yet, so I kept hiding and didn't come out until now."
I kept looking at my father's eyes. I don't know why, but when he said these words, his eyes kept wandering.
This makes me feel that my father must be hiding something from me.
"Has Liu Banxian come down yet?" I asked doubtfully.
I met Liu Banxian almost as soon as I came out of the well, and I watched him leave. Logically speaking, it was impossible for him to enter the well under my nose without being discovered by me, not to mention that after he left, I would go back to the well again.
Down the well.
I looked into my father's eyes, and at this moment I understood that my father was lying to me.
But why would he do this?
My mind was racing, and of course I didn't tell these things to anyone. No matter what, dad is dad, and he will always think of his son.
"Okay, stop hanging here and go in quickly." While I was still thinking, my father seemed a little impatient and kept urging me to enter this passage.
Under my father's tireless urging, I took a step forward, but now my feet felt as if they were filled with lead water, and every step I took was unusually heavy.
Perhaps because it has been underground all year round, this passage looks extremely damp, and bursts of cold air come out from the end of the passage.
The ancients said that the ancient well can lead to the underworld. I looked straight at the passage in front of me and thought, could I have entered the underworld while walking in this place?
The only thing that comforted me was the railroad tracks under my feet, which at least proved that this place had once been occupied by people.
My dad and I kept silent, walking in this depressingly quiet passage. Finally, I couldn't help but asked, "Dad, what's down here?"
Dad shook his head and told me that he didn't know what was in it, but according to his estimation, there should be some treasure.
Baby? I don’t covet this so-called thing at all. What I want is very simple, that is, for my life to return to normal as soon as possible.
It would be great if dad were alive.
After my father said these words, he shut up, and the only sound left in the cold underground passage was the dull footsteps of the two of us.
We walked for about two or three minutes. Under the illumination of the flashlight, the space in front of us suddenly became clear. My dad and I quickly walked up and found that this was a room of dozens of square meters. This room seemed to be
This passage is at the end, and there are no other exits around.
I walked into this room cautiously. The moment I walked in, I suddenly had an illusion, as if there was a pair of eyes hiding in a dark corner, constantly peeping at me.
I was startled by this feeling and quickly looked around.
It's just that the optical fiber of the flashlight dispersed the darkness, so I didn't notice anything at all.
This room looks very simple. Apart from the old walls, there is only a stone platform in the middle of the room.
In fact, when I first walked in here, I had already noticed the stone platform. There was a dirty iron box placed on the stone platform. The box looked old and covered with rust, although it was iron.
It's made, but I just have that feeling. It seems that as long as I squeeze it hard, this rusty iron box can be broken by me.
"Haha, baby, I just said there is a baby in this place."
At this moment, a sharp laugh came from my ears.
I quickly turned around and saw that my father was running to the stone platform like crazy and kept circling around the stone platform. He kept exclaiming that this iron box was a treasure.
I walked up doubtfully. My father was in a very strange state, as if he was going crazy. I was very worried about my father's current state, so I couldn't help but want to say a few words, but before I had time to speak, he
Dad was the first to speak, "Quick, take this thing away."
Let me take it?
I was stunned, wondering what my father was thinking. He obviously liked this thing, but seemed a little afraid to touch it.
After repeated urging from my father, I reached out and prepared to pick up this thing.
As a result, just when my palm was about to touch the iron box, something suddenly fell from the top of my head.