Shiry Yang has always attached great importance to team spirit and always believes that everything between the three of us should be open and honest.
Seeing me whispering to Fatty again, he asked me: "What were you two talking about just now?"
I was most afraid of being questioned by Shirey Yang, so I had to repeat my old plan.
I took out the Chicago typewriter from my backpack, handed it to Shirey Yang and said: "The road ahead may be dangerous.
I will give you this submachine gun first.
If something unexpected happens, you can Don’t hesitate, just hold the trigger and just shoot.”
Shiry Yang didn't answer, took out the Type 64 and said to me: "This pistol is enough for self-defense.
I vote for the Democratic Party, so I don't really believe in guns.
I think weapons sometimes can't solve all problems. 1a1 can only play a greater role in the hands of you and Fatty. " The fat man couldn't wait, and kept urging Shiry Yang and I to move faster.
So we hurriedly took out the gas masks and some things used to deal with zombies, as well as the golden mask and other sacrificial artifacts found in the jade coffin, and put them all into the carrying bag.
The fat man carried the remaining equipment on his back.
According to the The terrain on the fossil altar leads to the direction of the exit of Calabash Cave.
This time, there is no armed swimming.
There are many fallen ancient tree fossils, some of which are connected together.
There are occasional gaps in the middle, but they can all be jumped over.
This way, there is no need to worry about being secretly attacked by the female corpse underwater.
After walking more than a hundred meters to the west, the surrounding red stone walls suddenly shrank in.
If the cave we are in is really in the shape of a large gourd lying sideways, then now we have arrived at the middle joint of the gourd.
All this is exactly the same as the ancient Yi people’s grinding records on the fossil altar.
The various thick plant roots extending from above are gradually sparse, and the air is no longer as humid and hot as before.
The joint between the two large red caves is already in front of you.
It's just that the rock wall here is as slippery as a mirror.
In the last ten meters, there are no fossils of ancient trees to rest on.
We had to wade through the water and use mountaineering picks to dig into the slippery rock wall.
The three of us pulled each other.
Then, he climbed up to the joint in the middle of the gourd cave.
The water level of the groundwater just cuts to the bottom of this narrow hole.
It seems that the gourd hole is tilted downward at a 25-degree angle.
After the groundwater flows through, a gap is created, forming a water flow that is not very large.
Fall.
I grabbed hold of the cave entrance and looked down with my wolf-eye flashlight.
I saw that the slope was very steep and curved.
It was much deeper than I expected and I couldn't see the bottom at all.
The safest way is to use a rock wedge to fix the hole at the entrance, then lower the rope and use a safety bolt to descend.
I asked the fat man to install rock wedges and climbing ropes.
The fat man asked: "Old Hu, is there really the corpse poison of a thousand-year-old zombie in this cave?
Can black donkey hooves work?
We have never tested it.
What if it doesn't work?"
I said to the fat man: "There are a few people who have never encountered zombies in ancient tombs.
Maybe we are the three people who have never encountered zombies.
As for whether the black donkey hoof can We all have heard about how to restrain zombies, but since it is a method passed down from generations of predecessors, it must be more reliable.
If it doesn't work, don't we still have the old American 1a1, so there is no need to worry. " During the break of fixing rock wedges and installing climbing ropes, I asked Shirey Yang.
Her ancestors had many masters of inversion, and they had toppled many large tombs.
They must have encountered zombies a lot.
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If the black donkey's hooves worked?
It works, and what principle does it use to restrain zombies?
Shiry Yang said to me: "I can bet you that the mountain god in the cave will not be a zombie.
The reason I have just mentioned is that even the Yi people will not worship corpses as gods of mountains and rivers.
This kind of custom does not exist among ethnic minorities in China, nor does it exist in other countries.
As for black donkey hooves, it can be subdued.
Zombies, this is a real thing, it is probably just the effect of static electricity.
Maybe other things can replace it.
Water can carry a boat and capsize it.
According to legend, black donkey hooves can sometimes have the opposite effect, if no corpse transformation occurs.
If the body of the black donkey comes into contact with the hooves, it will stimulate it to change faster.
I don’t know whether this is true or not.”
After hearing this, I felt a little relieved.
The entrance to this cave now is the place where the Yi people used long poles to hoist the big toad in.
The inside is quiet and dark, like a static dark world.
There seems to be no sign of life at all, which is completely different from the active cave we just passed. different.
The gourd holes at both ends are only separated by a five or six meter long interface, but they are like the two worlds of yin and yang, the two poles of life and death.
Could it be that there are really old zombies who have become spirits?
At this time, the fat man had already prepared the climbing rope.
I threw a cold firework downward first.
After seeing the height clearly, I put on a gas mask, put 1a1 on my back, and slid down the smooth red stone wall along the lowered climbing rope.
Go down.
The concave arc-shaped rock wall under the entrance of the cave was extremely slippery after repeated erosion by groundwater.
It dropped about ten meters to the bottom.
What you stand under your feet is a large piece of wet stacked rock, with groundwater on both sides.
I looked up, and in the darkness I could only see the spotlights on the helmets of Fatty and Shiry Yang, but nothing else could be seen.
I sent a signal to tell them it was safe down there and they could come down.
Shiryy Yang and Fatty received the signal and used the climbing rope to slide down one after another.
Fatty asked me as soon as they got off: "Have you seen any zombies?"
I said to the fat man: "Why do you still hope that you won't say such taboo words after meeting Zongzi?
What if the old zombie can't stand people talking about it and suddenly runs out?"
Now the three of us each held weapons and left the deep water in the middle, groping for the edge of the circular cave in the dark.
The water in the center of the cave is extremely deep and silent.
There are countless red stalagmites hanging upside down on the dome.
On both sides are overlapping rock formations protruding from the water, which people can walk on.
These red stones have been turned into a translucent color, and the light from the spotlights shines on them, giving off a faint reflection.
Occasionally, some tiny plankton can be seen on the surface of the water, and there is no sign of poison.
I can't help but feel a little lucky.
After thousands of years, I'm afraid the things that used to regard this place as a nest no longer exist.
After walking less than a few dozen meters, I suddenly noticed a cold, dim white light appearing on the water in front of me.
I quickly waved my hand, and the three of them immediately hid behind the rocks and lurked, turning off all the light sources on their bodies, in the darkness.
Staring at the cold light like a will-o'-the-wisp.
The ball of light flickering in the water, approaching from far away, seemed to be a dead body.
I whispered to the fat man next to me: "I think the female corpse in the water didn't seem to notice us.
You aim first and give it a shot, and then we take advantage of the chaos and rush over to cut it into pieces."
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The fat man never refused to shoot.
He put down the Chicago typewriter in his hand first, took off the rifle from his back, and knelt down to aim at three points.
When he was about to fire, he saw several more floating corpses appearing in the water.
Some of the floating corpses have already surfaced, while others are still under the water.
They are all lying on their backs with their arms and legs bent downward.
This posture is indescribably awkward, as if the joints have been broken; what's even weirder is that they seem to be beyond the control of buoyancy in the water.
More and more female corpses floated out of the water.
In less than a few minutes, so many corpses appeared from nowhere, even behind us.
We couldn’t count the number of them, thousands or hundreds.
Death Piao emits a ghostly white light, and the originally dark cave is lit up by those will-o'-wisps.
However, this bright light makes people feel like they are falling into an ice hell, and they can't help but tremble all over their bodies.
Shiry Yang whispered to me and Fatty: "These floating corpses seem to be gathering in a certain area.
It doesn't look like they are coming for us."
Seeing that he was surrounded by dead floats in the water, the fat man became anxious.
He pulled the trigger of the Chicago typewriter and said with a fierce face: "I think most of them are going to get together and gang up to deal with us.
Strike first to gain the upper hand." , you will suffer disaster if you do it later, Lao Hu, why are you waiting to do it?
" I pressed the fat man's shoulders with my hands and pushed him behind the rocks to prevent him from acting recklessly.
The three of us lurked behind the rocks to watch the movements of the floating corpses.
At this time, most of the entire cave was illuminated by the floating corpses that emitted a strange light.
There were layers upon layers of bottomless underground water.
It was unknown how many corpses were floating there.
I was a little panicked.
I only thought that if we had an American submachine gun, we could deal with it.
However, I never expected that there would be thousands of dead floats in the water here, even if we had ten times more ammunition. , I’m afraid I can’t deal with it.
The veins on my forehead jumped.
Fortunately, those dead drifters were no more than logs in the river.
They were all ignorant and slowly gathered towards the deep water in the middle of the cave.
We held our breath, not even daring to breathe out.
Where did these many female corpses come from?
If they are ancient corpses thousands of years ago, how come they are so well preserved in the water without decay at all?
Looking at the hazy and clear plump bodies, they are not much different from living people.
I couldn't figure out what the cold blue light was emitting.
I had no choice but to suppress the pounding in my heart, hide behind the dark shadow of the rock, and watch with wide eyes.
Only slowly did I get some clues.
The dead floats might have come up from deep water and gradually gathered.
At the most concentrated place, there was a large cloud of red gas floating above the water surface, connected to the water surface, blocking the compelling blue light.
Group after group of dead drifters aimed at the red cloud and scrambled to get in.
The large cloud of red smoke was like brightly colored red paint.
There was something inside that could not be seen clearly, but it was like a bottomless hole, and a large number of floating corpses were sucked in, without any sign of being filled.
The red cloud is probably the poisonous gas recorded in the altar painting, but the painting has changed color, so at first we thought the poisonous mist sprayed from the cave was black, but now it seems that it is so bright.
The beauty of the poisons in the world is often directly proportional to their toxicity.
The brighter the red, green, and colorful things, the more toxic they are.
This red mist is so poisonous that it gathers and never disperses.
If we hadn't all worn gas masks in advance, we would have inevitably inhaled the poisonous mist into our orifices and died of poisoning.
It is strange to say that so many dead people were crowded into a pot of porridge in the water, but there was only a very faint sound of running water, and there was no other sound.
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All of this was done in silence.
Shiry Yang said in my ear: "There seems to be something in the poisonous mist, which is probably the original form of the mountain god.
These floating corpses in the water are attracted to the poisonous mist for some unknown reason and keep drifting into it.
Once It seemed like he was eaten when he entered.”
I said to Shiry Yang: "This is really evil.
No matter who the mountain god is, according to the way he eats, how many female corpses must he have to eat for so many years?
Who are these corpses?"
The fat man lay on the ground, shrugged his shoulders and said, "God knows, ghost knows.
But it seems that those floating corpses really have no clothes on.
It's a bit far away here, so it's blurry.
We might as well get closer and see clearly." , but no longer care about how to deal with it.”
Shirey Yang waved his hand downwards repeatedly, asking us to speak in a lower voice.
He pointed to the west and whispered: "These are not important.
The only plan now is to take advantage of the moment when the mountain god is eating the female corpse.
Let's come from the side."
Sneak over and be sure not to disturb those things."
I have no interest at all in whether the mountain god is an old zombie or a mountain spirit and water monster.
It is best to go around and get out of the gourd mouth without anyone noticing.
After all, our target is the person in the tomb of King Xian.
Muchen Pearl did not come here specifically to embarrass the mountain god in the Calabash Cave.
We separated the guns, each took a long gun, and pressed it tightly against the wall of the Calabash Cave.
We didn’t dare to turn on the tactical spotlights on our mountaineering helmets, so we just huddled in the shadow of the translucent mountain rock like a wolf’s tooth.
Move forward slowly, like in slow motion in a movie.
There are many large and small gravels in this section of the cave.
If the movement is slightly larger, there will be noise, so the three of them can't help but be extra careful.
We all know the iron rule of sneaking quietly, and we must not be impatient.
However, we carry too much equipment and equipment, and things still go wrong.
We all carried guns on our backs.
The fat man and I carried a Chicago typewriter, and Shirey Yang carried a "Jianwei".
I don't know whose gun butt knocked down a rock.
The stone fell straight into the water and made a "plop" sound.
In the silent cave, this small sound was amplified ten times by the dome-shaped cave wall.
The countless floating corpses on the water stopped, as if the female corpses had been alarmed by us and were staring at us.
I shuddered in my heart and thought: "It's over."
But I still had a sense of luck, so I lay on the spot with Fat Shirey Yang, not daring to move, just hoping that the mountain god in the red poisonous mist would not notice it, let alone Dare to take a look over there.
I lay on the ground, cursing in my mind, but I can't blame the government for my misfortune, and I can't blame society for my misfortune.
It's useless to complain about bad luck now.
The fat man raised his ears to listen to what was going on over there, but there was always silence.
He became suspicious and made a gesture to me.
I couldn't see his movements clearly in the dark, but we have been together for many years and we know each other's thoughts very clearly.
I knew he probably wanted to ask me: "Is there an old zombie that has become a spirit in the red mist?"
I gently shook my hand to signal the fat man to stop moving.
My palms were sweating, just hoping to survive this ordeal.
In fact, I am also full of doubts in my heart.
I ask myself that my attainments in the secret techniques of Feng Shui I have learned throughout my life are also extraordinary.
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Looking at the terrain here, it is really like a gourd.
I think the "Calabash Cave", "Sleeping Cow Land" and "Tai Chi Halo" are also called dragon halo.
They are all fairy points in Feng Shui.
This cave is shaped like a gourd.
Although it is strange, the Qingwu Warlock has said since ancient times: If the real dragon really lives, no matter how strict or clumsy it is, the mountains and the plains will be judged by the true eyes of the gods.
Although it looks strange, it is a real treasure.
How could there be zombies in such a place?
If the things wrapped in the poisonous mist were not zombies, how could they still exist after thousands of years?
If zombies had not become spirits after thousands of years, how could there be such a vicious corpse poison, let alone see it?
Those dead and drifting looks are probably caused by corpse transformation.
I heard that zombies can smell people, but I don't know if it will work if we wear gas masks.
I was thinking wildly in my mind and didn't pay much attention to the movement near the water.
Suddenly I felt a pinch from Shirey Yang on my arm, and I immediately came to my senses.
There was only the sound of gravel clattering by the water, as if there were many people walking by the river.
The light reflected by the dead floats in the cave also became flickering, as if something in the water was moving.
I know that what is supposed to come will eventually come, it is just a matter of time.
It seems that the other party has already noticed our existence.
I decided to take a pre-emptive strike and turned my body slightly to face up.
I already had the bullets of the Chicago typewriter loaded into the chamber in my hand.
I was waiting quietly for what was about to emerge from behind the rocks.
I was ready to use the storm of bullets to attack It's a greeting.
Fatty and Shiry Yang beside me were also ready to attack without making any movement.
I heard my breathing sound very heavy in the thick gas mask, but I couldn't hear the sounds outside clearly.
I could only hear the small sound gradually approaching.
It wasn't until I was close at hand that a layer of fine red mist appeared in front of my eyes, and I could hear the sound behind the rocks.
There were bursts of clanging sounds of iron armor, and just by hearing that sound, one could tell that the person coming was quite big.
Could it be an ancient army?
I held the submachine gun tighter.
The fat man could no longer hold his breath.
He suddenly jumped up from the ground, raised his submachine gun, and a string of 1a1 bullets came out.
The sound of shooting like a typewriter resounded throughout the cave.
Seeing that the fat man was attacking in advance, I didn't hesitate and stood up.
Before I could see clearly what was over there, I pulled the trigger and swiped behind the rock where I was hiding, suppressing the opponent with firepower first.
The bullet shot into the red poisonous mist and made a ricochet sound, as if it had hit an armor plate.
The dead floats in the nearby water seemed to be frightened, and they were scurrying around in the water as if they were exploding.
The green light emitted from the corpse became more intense, and coupled with the fire erupting from the muzzle of the Chicago typewriter, the entire gourd-shaped cave flickered, as if countless fireflies were flying rapidly in the darkness.
At this moment when light and darkness were flickering, the red mist in front of me suddenly faded and dissipated, leaving nothing.
I couldn't help but wonder where the bullets had gone.
Suddenly I heard a low gasp beside me, and a A strange face wearing a golden mask was spitting out a large cloud of bright red mist at us
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