I shook my head and said to myself, God bless you.
So, the two of us started walking down the string of big footprints. I carefully looked at every detail on the plank road, but there was a string of big footprints like mine, which were about the same size as my feet. My second grandfather was about the same size as me.
High, but I'm wondering why there is only one person's footprints here. Isn't there also Su Daji? Didn't Su Daji come down to Mogou?
Knife-handle saw that I was looking too carefully, so he said: "I know what you are observing, but the one who is most familiar with the magic ditch is Su Daji. There may be more than one road leading to the magic ditch. Can you tell me?
Who left these footprints?"
I sighed and said, "My second grandfather."
The knife handler said in a very surprised tone: "Hey, you are also here to rob the tomb, dragging the family with you. It turns out that your kid's water is not shallow."
I glared at him and cursed: "Go away, you know nothing, don't talk about it, what kind of tomb is robbing? What idiot from the royal family have you seen burying his own tomb in such a big pit?"
According to Feng Shui, this is a very dangerous place, do you know?"
The knife handle scratched the back of his head, frowned, and said: "Then... then what are you here for? Are you here to experience the excitement of approaching death?"
I was too lazy to explain too much to him, so I just said, "At least you can just wait and see."
Speaking of which, the plank road began to turn a corner. It was only now that I gradually understood the structure of this plank road. It uses the triangular principle and is very stable. In addition, this kind of green wood can still survive without the support of roots.
The green vines growing downwards gradually became denser, and a wooden pavilion was built on the corner. There were even some wooden tables and benches inside. This kind of facility must have been built during the time of Su Daji, the ancient Su clan. It is likely that this is
An observation deck also includes the function of resting.
Moreover, the body of the female wooden servant below was covered with a layer of sacred grass lampworms, and the entire plank road became sparkling.
I used the iron sheath to extinguish the torch, and also signaled the knife handle to extinguish the torch. I knew that these insects were not afraid of humans at all, and I didn’t want to use fire to disperse them, so that our torches would last longer.
Next, the two of us continued to walk down, feeling as if we had stepped into the vast green sea of stars. Our eyes slowly adapted, and when we looked down from a bird's eye view, the plank road below was like a luminous green snake winding straight down to the abyss at the bottom of the Devil's Gorge.
During this time, I couldn't help but feel heavy in my heart, thinking about how fucking deep this must be!
I took out an American soldier's watch from my backpack and started timing. The knife handle and I walked downward for another two and a half hours. The series of footprints were still going downward, and the plank road still had no end, and at this time my
My calves are already sore and swollen due to fatigue.
He slapped me with the handle of the knife, put his hands on his knees, gasped for air, and said: "You...you little donkey are working hard, aren't you? Going downhill is the hardest road for your knees. This road is the hardest."
The endless plank road shouldn't lead to the eighteenth level of the underworld, I think the earth is about to go through it, and it's not over yet."
I lightly kicked his calf, and he made a melon with a plop. I laughed and pointed at him, "I'm afraid you haven't walked through the mountain road. To be honest with you, I'm tired too, but
I don’t have time to stop. You and I can just walk here. Now go back and die outside while people are offering incense. The road below is more difficult than this. I think you are an aunt who can’t get on the big bed in a skirt, so rest here.
Just go ahead and wish me a safe journey in your heart."
I didn't look at him, I just waved my hand, and after taking two steps down, the handle of the knife stood up and grabbed my shoulder. I turned back to look at him, and he looked at me with a strange look and said
: "I don't know why, but I admired you very much just now. Suddenly my eyes became mature."
I said: "Maturity does not necessarily require years of experience. The soul has no age, only the body has age. If you say I am mature, it must be the result of ten years of hard work and reading thousands of books."
The knife handler lowered his head and thought for a while, then said: "Let's go, continue."
Now the depth of the two of us has almost reached more than 3,000 meters. When I was tired and started to hold on to the fence to walk down, the number of sacred grass lampworms can be described as terrifying, and the cliff wall
The vines on the top are also covered with sacred grass lampworms. From a distance, it is extremely spectacular and shocking, like strips of green brocade, or like rapids and waterfalls. The wooden servants have been completely covered with denser trees.
The small green leaves cover the pavilions, like huge mushrooms. All pavilions must open the curtain-like rattan to enter. Here, it seems that there is no need for the intervention of sunlight. The abundant green light is already as bright as
Normal daytime.
The knife handle took a breath of cold air and said in surprise: "Why are there so many fireflies down here? I just looked at it from above and it was clearly pitch black down there."
I thought for a while and said: "Either there is fog blocking the view, or we have changed the direction unknowingly. Maybe this plank road is not straight, but curved, just like the eighteen bends of the mountain road.
It’s just that we’ve been walking for too long, and we’ve already had misunderstandings.”
I lifted up the rattan hanging from the pavilion, thinking that there was still an infinite plank road ahead, but I was dumbfounded. There was no pavilion in front of me anymore, but at the end of a straight seven-eight-meter plank road.
It is a dark lake, with a crescent-shaped wooden boat moored on it, and a person lying on his side. The string of footprints extends there and stops abruptly, but the dense small green leaves here are too dense.
Up to the ankle.
I quickly called for the knife handler to follow me, and when I took a few steps closer, I realized that the person lying on his side on the canoe was none other than my second grandfather Guo Qingtian!
Hearing our movements, he immediately opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, and whispered: "Come over slowly, something is coming up above."
Something was approaching? I immediately looked at the knife handle and knew that this thing must be some kind of difficult animal.
We took three steps at a time and quietly boarded the canoe. As soon as we got up, the canoe immediately sank. The second grandfather gave us a paddle, and he grabbed a long green pole and pointed it at
As soon as the plank road was propped up, the canoe made a splash like an arrow. He shouted: "Fu'er, row quickly!"
I didn’t know why, but when I looked up, I was so frightened that I nearly threw my oar into the black water. I saw pale human faces crawling on the dense vines above, and not far above our heads, a short white
Mao's face had been strangled by a cane and was hanging on the top where the second grandfather had parked.
I was so frightened that I immediately paddled with the handle of the knife together. In an instant, sharp spear-like things shot down, and several of them were stuck on the canoe!
Second Grandpa shouted: "Quick! Quick! Go quickly! This is a white-faced monkey bully! It's very difficult to deal with."
As he spoke, the second grandfather threw a bomb called Hei Chan Zi upwards, followed by a loud bang and the sound of splashing water from behind.
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