Going through the path under the stone cliff, there is a deep and long mountain stream.
There is only a wooden stake on the mountain stream leading to the other side.
It should be a bridge built by previous adventurers.
They naturally passed easily, and I pulled Alan carefully onto the single-plank bridge.
Suddenly, Alan's foot slipped and fell.
With her pull, I was also dragged down the single-plank bridge.
Only one right hand is hanging on the bridge.
"Alan, hold on to me."
I grabbed the wood with one hand and dragged Alan upwards with the other hand.
Bart and Hezekin are coming over to help me.
Mayfair shouted: "Be careful" I glanced down, and saw a deep-water crocodile rushing up.
I pulled hard, and actually dragged Alan up with one hand.
Alan didn't seem to know that there was a crocodile underneath her.
After being pulled up by Bart and Hezekin, she suddenly realized that the crocodile was attacking me, and she screamed in fright.
I climbed onto the single-plank bridge and looked at the unwilling crocodile below, and I couldn't help but feel a chill on my back.
If Alan and I had fallen directly, we would probably be dead by now.
"Do you regret it?"
I asked Alan during lunch.
Alan shook his head: "Not yet, as long as you are here, I am not afraid of anything."
"Are you afraid of this?"
I grabbed a caterpillar that bounced from Alan's shoulder.
Alan's hands shook violently and he almost dropped his job.
The fear on his face slowly disappeared, and it took him a long time to say firmly: "I'm not afraid."
As we walked towards dusk, the terrain ahead changed slightly, with forests and lakes crisscrossing each other, which at least gave people a sense of hope.
Ghost Eye went to the lake to put some fish in, and we improved the food.
Just as we were preparing to set up camp, I saw a figure passing by in the mountains far away.
Definitely a person, I'm sure.
I quickly took out my binoculars and looked around, but unfortunately I never found that figure again.
"There are natives here," I told them, which was supposed to be good news.
If we can find the indigenous people and find out the news, we can know whether there are any undead people here that Sherlock mentioned.
"Did you see what it looked like?"
"Black race.
Very tall, wearing animal skins, carrying spears.
Almost like savages."
"Great, as long as we find their tribe and check if there are any undead, we can complete the mission."
Bart happily puffed away at his big pipe.
Feier smiled and said, "Just be afraid, this is just the beginning."
We couldn't help but wonder.
This possibility should be very small.
Are there really undead or black people?
Guiyan, who was sitting next to him and had been silent all this time, took out his artificial eyes and cleaned them.
Not without worry: "Those natives are not easy to deal with."
We don't know what he means.
With our strength, even if a small force comes over, it may not be our opponent.
How could these backward natives with spears stop Bart's muskets?
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Ghost Eye set up camp, took out a rattle bomb from the mechanical iron bull, and buried it near the tent.
"What are you doing?"
I asked.
"Make an alarm so that if something comes, we can take precautions in advance."
"It will ring" "certainly."
It's night.
The ghost eyes wouldn't let us light a fire, saying it would be easy to attract the natives.
In fact, he was overly worried, and the natives did not come at all.
We waited safely until dawn.
After climbing over a mountain, we saw a simple village.
To be honest, the messy piles of dirt they built were not even comparable to the huts in the countryside.
This shows how backward their civilization is.
"It can't be the undead.
If they have been immortal for a thousand years and are still so backward, then their brains are really screwed up."
"Come on, let's go there."
Bart took the lead and walked towards the stockade.
"Wait."
Ghost Eye stopped Bart, "Listen to me, guys.
Just wait."
Along the way, Ghost Eye still showed many of his strengths, especially his anticipation of danger, which was much more sensitive than ours.
It seems that he came here with a copy of the guide.
We had to wait patiently.
After a while, a loud bomb flew into the sky where we camped last night.
Set off incandescent fireworks.
"Damn, why did it sound like this at this time?"
I couldn't help but look at Ghost Eye suspiciously, and Ghost Eye said happily: "Just right, the sound of the bomb will attract all the indigenous people there."
Sure enough, the indigenous people in the village picked up their javelins and spears and ran towards the opposite mountain.
"You lure everyone out, who should we look for?"
Bart felt that this idea was not good at all.
"You don't have to look for anyone, just follow me."
Gui Yan took the lead and walked towards the village.
Seeing that he was familiar with the road, it was definitely not his first time here.
We avoided the sight of all the natives, and under the leadership of Ghost Eye, we walked around to the back of the stockade, where there was a large altar.
There is a hut near the altar, with two natives standing guard inside.
Two silver needles flew out from the ghost eyes, and he fell to the ground without saying a word.
It's really surprising that Ghost Eye is actually an assassin and can shoot so accurately with one eye.
"Come and help me, there is an empty brick."
We walked around the altar and knocked on the stone bricks below.
Boom "Here."
Alan knocked on an empty brick.
Ghost Eye moved away the empty bricks, and found a secret passage inside.
"You've been here before."
I said how he knew what dangers would happen every time he went to a place.
It turned out that this was not his first time here at all.
"Yes, otherwise why would Sherlock let me lead the team here last time, out of fifty people, I was the only one who came back alive.
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I don't want to be so lonely this time."
Ghost Eyes turned on the flashlight, illuminating the road below.
We followed him down the stairs.
This is a bottomless passage.
The scale of the project is simply unimaginable.
Ghost Eyes led the way.
As he walked, he stopped again: "Is this the one thousand and eight steps?"
When he asked this question, we were all stunned.
Only the devil knows how many steps there are.
You didn't tell anyone to remember it before, so who knows now.
"No, it's one thousand and five."
Alan replied affirmatively.
"How do you know?"
I was puzzled.
Alan replied: "I made a mark every hundred steps, and now I have made ten marks."
"Very good."
Ghost Eye turned around and said, "Just stand there and don't move.
I'll call you later."
Ghost Eye walked forward three more steps and stamped his feet four times in succession.
In the secret passage ahead, two large rolling stones crashed down, triggering a series of traps.
We couldn't help but shake our heads secretly.
Fortunately, Guiyan was a pioneer in demining, otherwise we would have been tricked accidentally.
Walking downstairs, there are finally no more steps.
We followed the ghost eyes and crawled on the ground, moving forward like frogs.
From time to time something cool flew over my head, and I didn't know what it was.
Ghost Eye suddenly stopped, and Bart bumped into his butt and cursed: "Fuck you, you didn't tell me in advance if you stopped."
Guiyan said innocently: "There is a strange smell, everyone, be careful."
Climbed another ten meters.
A green fluorescent light appeared above the head in front, and Fei'er shouted: "It's a ghost spider.
The one in front lowers his head."
After saying that, Ghost Eye and Bart quickly lay down on the ground.
Faile formed a hand seal with her hands and flew out a spiritual sword, flying close to their scalps and hitting the ghost spider crawling over.
The ghost spider howled and fell to the ground, green venom spreading in this direction.
"Bite your tongue with your teeth and the spider's ghost poison will have no effect."
I walked last.
As I walked, my back foot seemed to be caught by something.
I pulled hard, and it got tighter and tighter.
When I turned around and shined a miner's lamp on it, I saw a ghost spider with its claws and fangs spinning out spider silk and quickly wrapped it around my entire leg.
"There's another one behind me."
I pulled out my exorcism sword and stabbed the ghost spider with one sword, and it was done.
Cleaned up.
But what is a little helpless is that the spider silk wrapped around the leg cannot be removed no matter how hard it is, and it can't be cut with the exorcism sword.
It is really fatal.
Ignore it for now, let’s talk about it after we go out.
My hind legs were wrapped in dense spider silk, and I dragged the dead ghost spider out.
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After coming out.
Fei'er teased and said: "Cui Xiaoman, why did you come out with a trophy?"
"It's for you."
I finally untied the spider silk and wrapped it around Mayfair's leg.
Fei'er was so angry that it took her a long time to get the spider silk off.
If you see me in the future, stay away from me.
The exit of the tunnel is a basin, and Ghost Eye said it would take two days of walking to reach where we want to go.
But the Mechanical Iron Bull didn't follow us, so we only carried weapons and a few necessary supplies, including food and accommodation for the future.
We can only use local materials.
After thinking about "why doesn't the plane just send us here" for so long, I found that we were doing completely useless work.
Unexpectedly, Ghost Eye shook his head and said: "This place is very strange.
You can only get in through that tunnel.
I once contacted the captain using the radio here.
When I stood here, his signal showed that I was in Where we landed."
"This kind of thing can happen."
It's really unbelievable.
Maybe it's the special magnetic field here that interferes with the aircraft's course.
"There's no danger around here, except what you see."
Ghost Eyes said.
"Fuck, this isn't dangerous."
We saw a large group of wolf-eating vultures flying over at an incredibly fast speed.
The sky was dark just a moment ago, but in the blink of an eye they were already in front of us.
It was too late to lie down and avoid their sight.
Bart's "Dudu" firepower killed four of them, my three Nether Arrows knocked down three, Ghost Eye's Silver Needle killed two, and Mayfair's Spirit Sword killed one, but there were seven more that broke through us.
A hail of bullets flew over.
If you are hit by them, you will die immediately.
I'm always ready to burst into icy mountains and rivers.
But at this moment, Hezejin's whole body exuded a black energy, and the wolf-eating vultures that originally shot at the six of us all changed directions in an instant, and involuntarily stabbed Hezejin together.
And their long mouths, as sharp as knives, failed to pierce Hezejin's armor.
I quickly pulled out the exorcism sword and swung it down, killing three wolf-eating vultures.
Bart's pistol fired four shots in a row, killing all the remaining wolf-eating vultures.
"Lao Jin, are you okay?"
I went over and looked at his armor, and it was actually intact.
His armor doesn't look very heavy, but I didn't expect it to be so strong.
"Why did those wolf-eating vultures suddenly attack you just now?"
Alan asked puzzledly.
"It's a mind control method.
I transferred all their hatred to me."
Hezekin explained.
It turns out that mental power can also control the hatred of creatures.
I will give it a try when I have time.
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