We were washed down from the sieve-like cave roof to the ground, and were separated from several other people.
What I'm most worried about is the striped dragon.
There was a melee at the bottom of the wind-eroded lake.
One of the two striped dragons seemed to be killed by a falling stone eye, but there was still one, including the white-bearded fish king. , they should have all been washed into the underground lake by the rapids.
If any of Shiry Yang, Uncle Ming, and Axiang encountered them, it would be a disaster.
Thinking of this, Fatty and I didn't dare to neglect, regardless of the soreness in our bodies, we climbed from the top of the Emperor Mushroom to the edge to look down at the terrain.
Under the tall Emperor Mushroom, there are countless ground mushrooms of different heights and sizes, all of different colors and sizes.
It looks like a forest of mushrooms, with many large mayflies like long-tailed dragonflies, like groups of white ghosts among them.
Flying and flying.
In the distance is the second layer of the underground lake.
When I first fell into the lake, I felt the force of the water flowing eastward was very strong.
It turned out that the underground lake in this huge cave was divided into two layers, and there was a big gap between them. , there are countless holes on the top of the dome-like cave roof, ranging from more than ten meters in size to less than one meter in size.
The lake water above and the groundwater in the mountain are poured from those holes, and all the water columns flow into it.
An underground lake.
This is a sloping pot bottom.
The terrain on the east side is lower.
When the first layer of water is full, a large water curtain is formed, pouring into the second layer of underground lake below.
The lake is even larger in scale, and the area with high water potential is black.
It's just a piece of white and it's hard to tell the whole thing.
If the rest of the people are still alive, it is very likely that they were washed to the second level of the underground lake by the current.
The Emperor Mushroom grows not far from the second level of the underground lake.
We were condescending and wanted to search for the missing Shiry Yang and others from a high place, but we only saw a few big fish leaping out of the water from time to time, and nowhere to see half a human figure.
I asked the fat man to stay here and look out, and I went down to look around the lake first.
Just as he was about to pierce the mushroom with his paratrooper knife, he saw a man swimming up from the lake below.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, judging from his figure, he must be Uncle Ming.
Uncle Ming climbed up the shore, walked a few steps with difficulty, looked around, and then walked straight into the mushroom forest under the emperor's mushroom, as if he wanted to climb up to a higher place to see the terrain clearly.
I told the fat man that this Laogang farmer is really old enough.
Since he came here, the fat man will take care of him temporarily.
I will go to the lake to find the other two people, and finally find the most obvious tree.
Meet near the Emperor Mushroom.
I was about to leave, but suddenly I saw Uncle Ming walking more than ten meters among the tall and short mushrooms.
Probably due to the fright and fatigue, he couldn't take a step under his feet, so he tripped and fell to the ground.
Chewing mud, lying on the ground and turning over, rubbing his arms for a long time without getting up.
It seemed that he was giving up on himself.
Normally, Uncle Ming's fall would not be a big deal, but his heavy body disturbed something nearby.
The fat man and I used the dim fluorescence from a high place to notice that the mushroom not far away from him suddenly moved, and something with a black shell inside was slowly squirming.
The black shell was made of arcs one after another, and its body was very long.
My heart skipped a beat, no, it looked like a big centipede.
If it was really a centipede, how big would it be?
Uncle Ming lay sprawled on the ground, opening and closing his mouth as if talking to himself, maybe complaining about others, but he was completely unaware of the danger nearby.
Fatty and I wanted to shout to the Emperor's Mushroom to be careful, but our voices were obscured by the sound of water flowing nearby.
We couldn't hear it unless we spoke close by.
My shotgun had been lost in the melee at the bottom of the wind-eroded lake, leaving only the pistol.
Fatty didn't lose much of anything on his body, and he always carried his sporting rifle.
At this time, I raised my gun and wanted to shoot.
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I held down his gun body.
Although the range of the rifle could reach far, the caliber was not good.
Shooting here would not help.
Even if I shot Uncle Ming near him to warn him, it might not be able to save him. he.
Once he saw the big centipede, his legs would become weak from fear and he would not be able to run away even half a step.
I was the only one who rushed down to save him.
But the mushroom forest is full of dense mushrooms.
Although I can see Uncle Ming and the big centipede from a high place, my view will be blocked as soon as I go down.
The fat man must act as a lookout hand and use sign language to point out the complex terrain to me. , and use rifles for covering fire at critical moments.
Of course, this was a race against time, and there was no time to deploy these plans.
He only said to the fat man, "Watch my signal action," and then inserted the paratrooper's knife on the emperor's mushroom and slid down from the tilted umbrella canopy.
There are also some very tall mushrooms below, which are arranged in a trapezoidal shape.
When encountering a place with a steep slope that makes it difficult to set foot, use a paratrooper's knife to slow down and quickly reach the bottom.
There is no ground here.
There is a layer underneath, all of which are small mushrooms the size of a finger.
Nearby, there are large mushrooms more than one meter long.
I looked back at the fat man above.
The fat man hung the rifle on his chest, waved his arms, and played the naval communication semaphore.
I learned this in Fujian before.
It is very simple and intuitive.
Looking at his movements, the other party moves slowly and then points out the direction.
I waved my arm to him to indicate that I had received the signal.
At this time, a faint layer of mist appeared in the mushroom forest.
I was worried that the centipedes would release poison, so I took out a gas mask from my carrying bag and put it on.
I held the 1911 with both hands and lowered the gun. mouth, and quickly approached Uncle Ming's position.
After the fat man pointed out a few directions, I found Uncle Ming lying on the ground.
Not far away there was a thumping sound, like countless claws scratching, which made people feel frightened.
Moreover, the sound of the water here was weak, and it was even louder.
It's extremely disturbing.
I approached quietly, trying to pull Uncle Ming up and run away immediately.
Uncle Ming suddenly saw the gas mask and was startled, but then he knew it was one of his own, stared at me with dull eyes, smiled at me, and wanted to struggle.
He was about to get up, but his legs seemed to have turned into noodles and would not obey his orders.
I was eager to leave this dangerous area, so I made a silence gesture to him to signal him not to make any noise, and then I carried him on my back.
But before I could even take a step forward, I heard Uncle Ming behind me suddenly burst into laughter.
I felt a chill in my heart at that time.
How could this bastard old Hong Kong farmer have no good intentions and be an old capitalist under the colonial rule of imperialism?
Good guy, you were really careless this time.
I immediately bounced my feet and fell backwards, pressing Uncle Ming on my back.
This time I exerted enough force that I could probably crush the old Gangnong half to death, but Uncle Ming's laughter kept going, and the sound was already gone.
It was a bit off, and the laughter was ten times worse than a woman's cry.
I thought to myself that this Hong Kong farmer could still laugh out loud when he was about to die, and suddenly I remembered a poem, "The devil's palace trembles with laughter."
Damn it, laughing out loud before death is the privilege of revolutionaries.
Why do you, an old capitalist, laugh?
Let you taste the iron fist of the proletariat like Mr.
Hu and implement dictatorship on you.
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Let’s see if you can still laugh.
But then he realized something was wrong.
Uncle Ming's smile was involuntary.
I hurriedly put the gun to Uncle Ming's head.
When I looked carefully, I saw that Uncle Ming was laughing so hard that he was out of breath.
His whole body was twitching and he was foaming at the mouth.
If he kept laughing any longer, he might be dead. , he is poisoned.
I looked around and found that where Uncle Ming fell just now, there were clusters of distinctive little mushrooms with a layer of green powder on them.
He most likely took a lick from them when he fell.
Is this true?
The powder of the legendary laughing mushroom is so sharp that if you put a little bit in your mouth, it will become like this.
If you continue to laugh like this, it will kill you within a few minutes.
In my haste, I quickly slapped Uncle Ming's ears several times, then took out the Beidi Xuanzhu and placed it on his nose.
The smell of the Beidi Xuanzhu was very stimulating.
When Uncle Ming smelled it, he sneezed several times and stopped laughing.
However, the muscles on his face were cramped with laughter and he could not recover for a while.
His nose was filled with snot and tears.
The look on his face was extremely embarrassing.
Then a rifle bullet struck a mushroom near me.
I turned around suddenly and saw the fat man holding a gun on the emperor's mushroom and waving it around, as if to notify me to evacuate quickly.
A large mushroom nearby shook for a while, and a large centipede with a black carapace came out.
Uncle Ming's position was just exposed in front of it.
I hurriedly took a few steps back, took off the gas mask, and first gave a signal to the fat man on the emperor's mushroom not to shoot, and then said to Uncle Ming in panic: "Uncle Ming , the centipede behind you is probably going to eat you.
You sacrificed your life to save me, I will never forget it.
I will burn more paper money for you when I get home.
You died to save others, and you will definitely succeed.
I congratulate you first. ” Uncle Ming was stunned and turned around to look behind him.
He was about to faint as soon as he rolled his eyes.
I quickly pulled him up and said to him: "Okay, I won't joke with you old man.
As soon as that guy showed his head, I could tell that it was not a centipede, but a giant shrimp that only grows underground.
It was a vegetarian monk." .
I don’t know how many of them we dug out from the Kunlun Mountains back then.
It was very common.”
After Uncle Ming heard what I said, he took a closer look at the thing behind him.
It was a five- to six-meter-long arthropod ball shrimp.
This was a fat and thick beetle with a pair of curved and hard antennae in front of its head.
Sensing Pathfinder, its whole body is black, only its claws are white, and there are centipede-like centipedes under its thick and fat body.
This thing is stupid and only eats fungi underground.
Uncle Ming let out a sigh of relief and wiped his sweat.
This old fate was finally saved from hell again, and he gave me a forced smile.
I asked him if he had seen Shiry Yang and Axiang.
Just as Uncle Ming was about to answer, we suddenly heard the sound of claws scratching.
We turned around and saw that the body of the nearby ball shrimp had shrunk into a ball.
The arc-shaped carapace wrapped it into a big tire. look.
The veins on my forehead popped.
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This was a defensive posture.
There must be some kind of huge threat nearby.
I looked up to see the fat man high up.
The fat man no longer uses semaphores, he just raises his arms and says: "Danger, run back."
In the undulating mushroom forest, the shrimp suddenly shrank into a ball.
The fat man standing on the emperor's mushroom also kept raising his arms, signaling an emergency retreat.
When I saw this, I hurriedly grabbed Uncle Ming's arm and fell down.
He dragged him backwards and walked away.
There were waves of swaying sounds of mushrooms coming from behind.
The sound was surrounded by at least three sides, except for the direction by the lake.
I didn't care to look back to see what it was, and just ran all the way to where the fat man was.
The fat man never fired, which meant that those things were still far away from me, or were not chasing me.
When we climbed the trapezoidal mushroom mountain and returned to the Emperor's Mushroom, Uncle Ming immediately fell down, "whooshing" like a broken man.
He gasped like a bellows.
Fatty and I took out our binoculars and looked back along the way we came.
In the clearing of the mushroom jungle just now, hundreds of "Di Guanyin" that looked like little foxes or snow rats appeared.
This guy's fur is like a silver fox, its teeth and claws are sharp, it is good at digging holes, and its cry is like a tiger's, so its scientific name is Xueyi.
However, they can only survive in areas with hot springs or geothermal heat.
They are cunning and cruel in nature.
Some people in Karamir also call them earth wolves or earth Guanyin.
Many local people have daily necessities made of this animal's fur in their homes, which are extremely valuable.
They are also found in the Northeast, but their numbers are small, and their fur is not as good as those in Kunlun Mountains, more like weasels.
The large group of Guanyin was like a white wall, tightly surrounding the shrimp.
They seemed to be highly disciplined.
No one acted rashly, but just lay around silently.
Not long after, a silver-haired Guanyin crawled out from the team.
It seemed to be the leader of these Guanyin.
It stood up with its front paws raised, pushed the motionless ball shrimp with its paws, and then surrounded it.
It turned around twice and then returned to its home team.
At this time, the other Guanyins came forward one after another, approached the shrimp, opened their mouths at a very close distance, and blew air along the cracks in the shrimp's tightly packed hard shell.
After a while, the shrimp seemed to be unable to bear the itch, and stretched out its contracted carapace.
Without any resistance, it was overthrown by dozens of Guanyin and lay on its back, only to be slaughtered by them.
Because the distance was too far, although there was fluorescence everywhere in the cave, the light was absorbed and weakened by the darkness of the underground space.
Fatty and I couldn't see clearly what evil tricks those Earth Guanyin envoys were doing.
We only saw the poor ball shrimp statue.
It was like a big shrimp, and the shell was peeled off in an instant, revealing the translucent meat inside.
The group of Guanyins peeled off the meat of the shrimp, carried it on their bodies, and carried it to the far corner.
The fat man and I looked at each other, lying on the emperor's mushroom, speechless for a long time.
We don't care about the hundreds and thousands of Di Guanyin, but the scene just now is definitely not something that a beast like Di Guanyin can do.
Their habits are in groups of three to five.
It is rare for them to gather in such large numbers and in an orderly manner.
The most incredible thing is that after they peeled off the shrimps, they did not compete for food.
It was as if they were holding some kind of ceremony.
Transported to other places, but these guys don't have the habit of storing food like termites.
This behavior is too abnormal.
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The fat man thought for a long time and said: "Maybe they know that prices have risen significantly recently and want to hoard some scarce supplies.
These are a group of speculators."
I shook my head, suddenly having an ominous premonition.
In the human skin murals that record ancient rituals and legends and the deeds of the World's Enemy-Conquering Orb King, it is mentioned more than once that the priests of the Demon Kingdom can control wild beasts and command demon slaves.
This kind of thing is not impossible.
Some lost herbs and formulas in ancient times can indeed control the simple behaviors of beasts.
I feel that those Guanyin are very unusual.
They must be controlled by some kind of power.
The food is not for themselves.
Maybe there is something protecting the altar near the underground altar.
These slaves may be delivering it to it. of food.
If Shiry Yang and Axiang accidentally enter the altar and they are alone, it will be troublesome.
Seeing the large group of Guanyin leaving far away, they probably went to catch other food.
Uncle Ming finally regained his breath.
I asked him if he could walk by himself.
If he couldn't walk, he would stay here and wait for us.
We had to go to the underground lake on the second floor to find the two separated people.
Maybe there is a special substance on this emperor's mushroom that ordinary creatures dare not approach, so it should be relatively safe to stay here.
Uncle Ming immediately expressed his attitude.
When he was washed down from the temple by the water, he didn't see the other people.
He relied on his proficiency in water and had swum across rivers and oceans to save his life without drinking a few water.
Of course now They want to find it together.
If there is something wrong with Axiang, he will not rest in peace.
So we got off the Emperor Mushroom and detoured back to the underground lake.
There were more large mayflies here.
Not only the air but also the ground were full of larvae corpses that had not been able to escape from their shells.
The whole area was shrouded in a fluorescent light of death.
There are also several huge natural tunnels beside the lake, and the water from the underground lake flows in, forming huge underground rivers.
This is only what is exposed, plus the water system hidden deeper underground, creating an intricate and giant water network here.
Needless to say, everyone knows one thing.
We are basically lost now and dare not leave the double-layer underground lake too far.
There are unknown areas all around, completely unfamiliar geology and landforms, including those weird insects that I have never seen before.
The sieve-like arc top is easy to get down but difficult to get up.
It is impossible to go back from there.
Thinking of these makes me feel a little worried.
Shiry Yang was carrying flares and a flare gun.
Logically speaking, he should have contacted us through these tools, but when there was no movement, I really didn’t dare to think the worst.
This underground lake is very large.
We walked along the lake for a long time and only walked less than half a circle, but there was no trace of Shiry Yang and A Xiang.
The fat man was able to hold on.
He always had the same virtue, that is, he was so hungry that he planned to catch and eat everything he saw.
Uncle Ming, on the other hand, was tired and hungry, like a deflated rubber ball, so I encouraged them, saying that there must be good things in the underground lake.
I had long heard that there was a dragon elixir refined by the Queen Mother of the West at Longding.
Maybe we can pick up a pot while walking, eat one pill and the body will be as light as a swallow, eat two pills and be reborn, eat a handful and live as long as heaven and earth.
The fat man said: "Commander Hu, your second political commissar is here to bluff us again.
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What I hear is that this rhetoric is a bit like what the fortune teller Chen Xiazi said when he was selling Dali Pills.
Now don't mention the Dragon Pill Immortal Pill.
Can you give it to me?"
Just fry the soybeans and I’ll be satisfied.”
I said to the fat man: "You are thinking of small peasantism.
If you are a small rich man, what's the point of frying soybeans?
I'm really not trying to fool you.
This underground lake is definitely not ordinary water.
What kind of place is this?
In Feng Shui, this is a dragon."
Damn, this water is Zulong’s brain.
If you don’t believe me, go ahead and take a few sips.
It’s more nutritious than soybean juice, and you can relieve your satiety just by taking a few sips.”
When Uncle Ming heard us talking about what to eat, he swallowed and said disapprovingly: "The bean juice is terrible to drink.
I remember when I was in Nanyang, I drank everything if I didn't drink it.
Where we are We also pay great attention to Feng Shui, but it doesn’t make sense that water is nutritious in places with good Feng Shui.
Brother Hu, you are a bit messy.”
I thought to myself, wasn't this Hong Kong farmer scared like his third grandson just now?
So I said to Uncle Ming: "Feng Shui can't be truly taught, it's just fake learning.
How much do you know about this place?
I'll tell you the truth."
Let's talk, the water in this underground lake is not only delicious, but also worth a lot of money.
How much the dragon veins in China are worth, this lake is not only because of Kunlun, there will be dragon veins.
Without this lake, the Kunlun Ancestral Dragon will be worth nothing.
Nothing.
The ancients had a very appropriate metaphor.
Without Xiangyang, Jingzhou is not enough to use force, without Hanzhong, Bashu is not enough to survive, and Henan cannot be inhabited by Henan.
This is because of the situation.
Since wind and water themselves exist objectively, similarly, without these groundwaters, Kunlun Mountain will not be able to survive.
It is not worthy of being the head of a dragon.
Although outsiders may have never seen this underground water system except for believers in the ancient demonic kingdom, its existence has been demonstrated in almost all Feng Shui theories.
This is called the creation of heaven and earth, the creation of yin and yang.
Same thing.”
The long talk left Uncle Ming speechless, but with this distraction, he didn't feel too tired anymore.
I can only endure my hunger and wait until the missing Shirey Yang and Axiang are found, then I can think of a way to go to the Five Zang Temple to offer sacrifices.
We walked around the edge of the underground lake for almost a circle, and the further we walked, the colder we felt.
We saw no living people, no dead bodies.
We looked into the dark lake, fearing that they had all been fed by the big fish, or had been eaten by the big fish.
Rushing into a deeper place, where can I find this dark thing?
Just when we were anxious and planning to search in those underground rivers, a flare suddenly rose from the center of the lower underground lake.
The flares hung in the air, illuminating the lake.
The frightened mayflies scattered around with their light tails flying everywhere, and the light danced wildly.
The scene at this time was as bright as fireworks exploding in the dark sky.
Uncle Ming, Fatty and I were all pleasantly surprised.
Surprisingly, we searched around the underground lake to no avail.
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It turned out that there was a small island in the middle of the dark lake, which was really unexpected.
Fortunately, since the flares were fired there, it was It means that Shiry Yang is at least alive, and maybe Axiang is beside her, but in the pale light, there is only a raised cone-shaped mountain on the small island in the lake, but not a single person is visible.
The light gradually becomes weaker, and I don’t wait to take a closer look.
Look, it disappeared into the darkness of the lake.
Uncle Ming was shocked.
Since there was no one, the series of questions about who fired the flare and why it took so long to send out the signal were nothing more than to say that there might be a trap on the island in the lake.
This was to lure everyone into taking the bait. , If you go there rashly, you will inevitably get dumped by others, so you should consider the long term.
I ignored Uncle Ming's guess, and while the flares were still hanging in the air and not completely extinguished, I raised my binoculars and took a closer look at the topography of the lake.
There is indeed no one on the island, but I noticed that the angle at which the flare was fired was vertical, rather than the arc launch method we usually use.
In addition, the height is also wrong, which means that the flare was fired from below the horizontal plane. .
There must be a cave entrance on the island in the lake, and they might be trapped in it.
Without further delay, they could only swim over as quickly as possible to support them.
The three of them sorted out their equipment and took out the only remaining searchlight.
Without daring to delay for a moment, they swam desperately to the island in the middle of the lake.
However, they found that this lonely island in the lake had no one around. , there are no traces of any caves on the ground.
Just behind a rock, a 1911 with all the bullets dropped.
The bullet casings were scattered around.
It seemed that a fierce battle had taken place, and the owner of the pistol was of course Shiry Yang. .
This island is about the size of half a football field, with a bulge in the middle and an inversion like a trumpet.
The terrain is very strange.
I looked at the rocks under my feet and said to Fatty and Uncle Ming: "This is an underground extinct volcano with a crater above it.
If they are still alive, they might have fallen into the crater."
After saying that, I ran up first, and Fatty dragged Dragging Uncle Ming to follow him.
After running a few steps, I discovered that there were many decayed hard cypresses scattered among the volcanic rocks.
The piles of rocks nearby could also be seen to be man-made.
Could it be that the underground altar of Eluohai City was walking in the heart of the extinct volcano?
Suddenly, I saw a severed hand falling on the ground, with blood still wet.
It was a woman's hand, with an auspicious ring on its finger, which was given to Axiang by Lama Tiebang
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