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Chapter 372, Wrong Line


The side entrance of the ghost town is a huge stone gate.

I glanced at it.

It was about six or seven meters high.

The center of the gate was carved with complicated patterns.

At first glance, it looked like a blooming flower, but if you take a closer look, , you will find that the flower in front of you is made up of countless blades, which seems to indicate that after entering this door, there will be a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire. otbnkotgt The door was opened a crack, about the width of two people, and two strong men in black stood behind them, whispering to me: "Go in quickly."

I ignored them, checked my equipment, and then turned on the flashlight and looked inside.

Even if it was a route that had been explored, the entire stone gate had been closed for a long time, so it was still unclear whether there would be any changes inside. unknown.

I took out a cigarette, lit it and placed it at the stone door.

This is a simple way to test whether there are ghosts or the like in an enclosed space.

The burning cigarette butt flickered in front of the stone door, and the burning light flickered slightly, as if it was about to go out.

I took back the cigarette butt, took a puff and threw it on the ground.

My heart sank a little.

Judging from the burning condition of the cigarette butt, I guessed there was something unclean inside.

It's best if it's just an earth beast.

If it's a powerful evil ghost or demon, it's very likely that it could easily sneak up on me in this darkness and kill me.

I tightened the strap of my backpack and walked into the stone door.

The light of the flashlight became insignificant in this complete darkness.

I used a high-power light bulb.

After shining it, I could see five to ten meters in front of me.

After looking at the surrounding murals, it was obvious that they were in the Khitan and Liao Dynasty style.

The murals are relatively well preserved.

Judging from the hairstyle and dress of the men in the murals, this ghost town was most likely built during the Jingzong period of the Liao Dynasty.

Khitan men have strange hairstyles.

The top of their head is bare, and there is a circle of hair along the head.

Some even wear a few small braids.

Moreover, the probability of horses appearing in the murals of the Liao Dynasty is particularly high.

Most of the horses in the murals have strong limbs and muscular appearance.

I walked forward along the passage in front of me.

The speed was not too fast.

I was getting further and further away from the exit behind me.

This kind of darkness was bearable at first, but as it went deeper and deeper, the darkness invaded all around.

It makes people feel more and more lonely and intolerable.

I didn't bring a watch, but I estimated that I had walked for nearly half an hour.

I stopped, looked behind me and could no longer see the exit, sat down against the wall, and turned off the flashlight.

The battery is limited, but I have to spend a week here.

If the flashlight runs out of power, I will really lose my sight.

He took out the water bottle from his backpack, took a sip and took out the information Mr.

Tang had given him before, including a map of previously explored routes.

After I got lucky, I waved my hand slightly, and a red flame burned on my arm.

I looked at the information and pointed out my approximate location.

Judging from the route, it was about three days away from the unknown area.

If I speed up, it should arrive in about two days.

But it's better to be careful, light a cigarette, put out the fire in your hand, and then move on.

But I had only taken a few steps, and I don’t know if I felt too keenly.

It seemed that the humidity in the air was higher, and there was a slight yin energy lingering around.

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This phenomenon is not uncommon.

The so-called Yin Qi is not only found in places where evil spirits live.

Yin Qi may exist in corners where the sun has not been seen all year round, corpses, or rivers where dead plants accumulate.

I smoked a cigarette and continued walking forward.

After walking along this road for about two hours, the humidity in the air began to increase significantly, and I seemed to be able to hear some water sounds, very faint, as if coming from a distant place.

I frowned.

Did I hear it wrong?

Where did the river come from?

Could it be an underground river?

As I was walking forward, the sound of wind behind me suddenly became louder.

I raised my head suddenly, and there seemed to be a gray shadow flashing far in front of me.

It seemed to be floating past at a very fast speed.

If it wasn't too dark in the distance, the gray shadow might not be easily noticeable.

But I believe my eyes.

The shadow just now might be a ghost.

I didn't expect to encounter the situation so quickly.

I frowned, not too surprised.

After all, I expected to encounter unclean things.

But I hope it’s just one, and not appear in groups, as that would be dangerous.

I carried the flashlight and continued walking for a long distance.

It probably took an hour.

Judging from the route map, there should be the first fork in the road ahead.

But I raised my flashlight and looked forward, and was surprised to find that the fork in the road that should have appeared on the map was not there.

What I saw in front of me was a single passage leading straight ahead.

Could it be that I miscalculated and haven't reached the fork in the road yet?

Full of doubts, I continued to move forward along the road.

However, after walking for more than an hour, I should have passed the fork in the road long ago, but the passage was still going straight ahead.

After groping around the wall, I found that the entire wall was smooth and polished very neatly.

There was no bulge on the entire wall.

This construction style made me feel a little weird.

How could such a large project be carried out in such detail?

To use an inappropriate metaphor, if every brick had to be polished when building the Great Wall, it might have been delayed for hundreds of years.

The style of the murals that appeared on the walls gradually changed from the riding and shooting at the beginning, and slowly developed into some strange murals that seemed to be narrating some things.

On the mural in front of me, for the first time, I I saw a special being, a man wearing Taoist talismans.

There was no front view, only a profile, but his appearance was completely different from the Khitan people around him.

It seems that there is a high possibility that the ghost town was built by Qichuan, and the Taoist priest on this mural is probably Qichuan.

The mural describes how he led the Khitan warriors to build an underground ghost city.

I held up the flashlight and continued to look at the wall in front of me, but the murals were intermittently broken, and in some places they had even been completely dug out.

At this moment, suddenly there was a "whistling" wind blowing behind me, which startled me.

I turned around suddenly and was surprised to see no one behind me.

Could it be another ghost?

Why didn't it attack me?

The line map is also wrong.

Could it be that Mr.

Tang gave me a fake line map?

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But since I came in, it was almost a narrow escape.

He couldn't do such a dirty thing.

What's more, although Mr.

Tang is a good person.

Lee, but he is essentially a man of rules.

If he wants to kill me, he doesn’t need to go in such a big circle.

Things are getting weirder and weirder, and the strangest thing is the sound of water that always comes from a distance, as if it echoes throughout the entire underground world.

I have been walking for nearly four hours since I heard the sound of water, but I still haven’t seen it.

Any river, just more and more humidity in the air.

I looked around and saw no ghost, so I continued walking forward.

Since the wiring diagram is useless, I can only rely on myself to explore.

Fortunately, there was no branch road, only a single passage.

I just walked forward along the passage.

A faint mist began to appear on the wall.

I wiped it lightly with my hand, and there were water droplets on my fingertips.

The sound of the restless water became louder and louder, and when I took a deep breath, fresh water vapor began to float in the air.

However, ghosts appear more and more frequently.

I have been walking for nearly eight hours and I see ghosts more and more often.

However, they do not come into contact with me and usually disperse as soon as I touch them.

Open, no harm done, but come and go.

"It seems that I need to catch him and ask him."

I lit a cigarette, but it burned out shortly after.

No one knows the situation underground better than ghosts.

I took out the bell from my pocket, stopped and looked around, then whispered a spell.

What he was reading was the method of summoning spirits, which was recorded in an old booklet at Senior Han’s home.

It is said to be used by a kind of folk spiritualist, and is not recognized by the Taoist sect, but it seems to be very effective.

I had just finished reading half a sentence when a gray shadow floated over from a distance and flew straight towards me.

I took a closer look and couldn't help but be surprised.

The gray shadow floating over looked like He is a Khitan warrior

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