Uncle Ming's legs and feet were nimble, and he jumped up behind me: "Brother Hu, have you seen what that thing is?
It seems that it has been following us, it must have evil intentions."
I waved my hand to Uncle Ming to signal him to stop talking, then I pulled out my gun and pointed it at the black shadow behind me.
The black shadow not far away gradually became clearer in my eyes.
It seemed to be a black hand, two sizes larger than the fat man's head.
I felt that the hand holding the gun began to tremble.
Ever since I entered the tunnel, I had been at a loss.
I don't know why, but I always felt weak.
At this time, Shiry Yang and Fatty also pulled off the tape on their eyes.
You can see nearby things clearly without a light source in the white tunnel, but in this dim fluorescent environment, everything you see is slightly hazy.
More than ten steps away from us, we saw an arc of tunnel with an obvious slope.
The tunnel seemed to have been twisted by some force here, forming an "8" shape.
In the middle of the "8" shape, closer to the top, a huge black hand suddenly appeared on the white wall.
However, the shape of this hand was not very clear, so I didn't dare to rush over.
I just stood there and took out the wolf-eye flashlight and shined it with strong light.
The beam of the flashlight fell on the black hand.
It turned out that the hand was not in the tunnel, but was attached to the wall, separated from us by a layer of wall.
The white tunnel only has a very thin, crystal clear but solid shell, at least at the top.
On the smooth white wall, the shadow of the black hand is particularly dazzling.
Everything as far as the eye could see was white, except for the dark palm, but the tunnel was so winding that nothing else could be seen.
Could it be that the intermittent, fast and slow footsteps in the tunnel were made by that hand?
But human hands cannot be so huge.
Could they be the soles of some kind of beast?
I remember that when I passed through the tunnel, I would feel the top of my head from time to time.
There is a cool breeze blowing down, and there may be gaps on the top every once in a while.
Thinking of the large group of Guanyin in the underground mushroom forest, there must be some kind of beast near the altar, guarding the forbidden area every step of the way, watching everyone.
A man entering a tunnel.
The "passing with eyes closed" mentioned on the relief of the stone gate is an instruction to the priest, and the people cursed by the bottomless ghost cave do not treat you as a human being here, but are just a group of snakes like cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs.
Bone sacrifice.
Uncle Ming asked me in a low voice from behind what I should do.
I said to him, "Don't make yourself uncomfortable.
This thing is just following us.
It might not do anything unless it runs back.
What I said is just a possibility.
If you don’t believe it, just go over and try it, practice sweeping the legs on the 18th road, and see if it responds.”
Shiry Yang was naturally surprised when he saw a big, motionless black hand on the outside of the bend in the tunnel.
I simply told everyone about the situation.
Fortunately, we judged the right direction.
Otherwise, if we turned back, we might have been dead in the tunnel.
Now we have no other choice.
We can only keep moving forward, regardless of what is behind us.
Walk.
So everyone turned around and moved forward with an anxious mood.
The stone wall at the end was already in front of them, but as soon as they moved, they heard a loud "bang" in the entire tunnel, like muffled thunder.
My heart also trembled, and I hurriedly looked back.
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I saw another big black hand on the top of the tunnel behind me.
As soon as we stopped, it stopped moving, but it was obvious that when we were moving forward just now, In an instant, it also took a step.
The tunnel is very loud and the sound is particularly shocking, which may be why Thunder Mountain got its name.
Now that I have opened my eyes, I feel even more panicked.
When the tape was on my eyes, I could at least comfort myself that those were the sounds in the stone.
But now I know that something is really following behind me, but I still can't.
It is really difficult to deliberately turn a blind eye.
The fat man said that we are now a bit like the guerrillas in Yugoslav movies who were escorted to the execution ground to die, followed by Nazi SS officers.
I said, fat man, your metaphor is very inappropriate.
Aren’t you cursing us that we will never come back?
To say that we are Song Jiang and Dai Zong who went to the execution ground in Jiangzhou is almost the same.
We can still count on the gangster associates, like some idle idlers.
Come to rob the law field.
At this time, everyone was in a very depressed mood.
Although the fat man and I pretended not to care, we knew in our hearts that there was no turning back from this road.
When things came to an end, he calmed down.
The tunnel has indeed reached the end, and the walls are surrounded by symbols with only open eyes.
All the crystal stones here are twisted at an incredible angle.
Although the natural creation can be said to be miraculous and diverse, the terrain here is still too special.
A large piece of twist-shaped white rock suddenly emerged from the ground more than one meter high.
It is impossible to describe its shape.
It looks like a square or a circle, and in some places it looks like some complex geometric figures.
The stone body is completely twisted, and it is not moving in one direction.
Some parts are clockwise and some parts are counterclockwise, so it feels like twists.
There are some black and broken pieces of rotten wood outside.
There may have been a wooden structure surrounding this strange rock in the past, and you could climb up to it.
I climbed to the top and looked in.
It turned out to be the mouth of an inclined shaft.
The depths were so white that I couldn't see the bottom.
There are steps inside the well mouth, but they are almost worn down into a slope.
I don’t know how many slaves and captives were driven down here as sacrifices in the past.
After everyone discussed it, let's go.
Even if we go to the eighteenth level of hell, we can't get through this calamity no matter what.
So the fat man tightened his mountaineering helmet and the remaining equipment on his body, and he took the lead again.
I thought his climbing posture was awkward, but before I had time to remind him, he had already plunged in diagonally, headfirst.
Then came Uncle Ming, Shiry Yang and Axiang, who followed one after another.
I was the only one left in the white tunnel, and I immediately felt empty and alone, so I quickly climbed up to the top of the well again.
Before going down, I looked up at the black handprints deep in the tunnel, and suddenly found that at some point, a shadow of a face appeared between my hands.
The outline of the nose and mouth could be seen, but this There is only the lower part of the face, except for the eyes and forehead.
The black face became increasingly clear in the crystallized stone, as if it was actually in the stone in the tunnel.
The upper part of the face was also gradually emerging.
Just when I was about to see its eyes clearly, my foot slipped on the stone ridge and I lost my balance.
I lay on the slope and slid to the bottom.
The passage underground is very spacious, with an inverted horn, a narrow mouth and a wide bottom, like a very thick underground natural geode.
The whole thing is arc-shaped, with a slope of about 45 degrees.
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There are some slightly protruding steps at the beginning, and there are countless simple stone grooves dug by hand on the lower slope, which are used for stepping on them.
They are shallow and slippery, and are worn due to wear and tear.
It's too much, and most of it is almost flat.
Once you slide down, it's like riding on a slide.
It's difficult to stop until you reach the end.
I lay on my head and feet on the ground and slid down smoothly.
The crystal stone in the cave was brighter than the mirror.
My own shadow was everywhere in all directions.
In addition, I was sliding down so fast that my eyesight was almost dazzled.
I was worried that if there were protruding stone steps below, my chest ribs would be broken, so I quickly turned over and put the half-empty backpack on my back underneath.
When I encountered a place that was too smooth, I used a mountaineering pick to slow down.
I don’t know how deep I slipped, but the crystal slope finally leveled off.
As soon as I slipped out of the cave, I found that only Axiang and Shiry Yang were standing at the entrance of the cave, and Fatty and Uncle Ming were missing.
A few meters ahead, the terrain turned into a downward right angle.
Their hearts sank.
Fatty and Uncle Ming stopped falling under the cliff.
They didn't care about the pain on their bodies.
As soon as they got up, they looked at Shiry Yang's face.
I hope that from her eyes, I can get the news that those two people are safe and sound.
But Shiry Yang had a worried look on his face and shook his head at me.
She came down after Fatty and Uncle Ming.
Due to the effect of inertia, she almost fell down.
Thanks to her quick hands and quick eyes, she used a mountaineering pick to hang on a nearby large piece of mica, so she didn't fall directly.
Then she stopped Ah who was following down. fragrant.
I was even more worried, so I hurriedly went to check the cross section of the stratum.
I saw that the place we were in was an astonishingly large crystal mine.
On the dome, which was tens of meters high, water droplets seeped out from time to time, as if a lake was hanging above our heads. .
The crystal veins are criss-crossing, and the top of the head is full of clusters of crystals extending downward.
Whenever a person moves below, countless shadows will follow them around, as if they have entered an upside-down mirror maze.
We stood on a platform at the entrance, with white clouds under our feet.
These clouds, which look like white mist and water vapor, are stone smoke produced by the dissimilation of crystals caused by orogeny.
They are lower density than crystal dust, are odorless and tasteless, condense and do not disperse, and they maintain a constant height.
The cave is divided into two layers in the middle, and the lower part looks like a lake made of white clouds.
Since the situation below cannot be seen, it is obscured by stone smoke, making the cave appear flat and wide, but it does not feel oppressive at all.
A topaz-like mountain emerged from this sea of clouds.
There was a stone path connecting the platform at the entrance to the top of Yushan.
It was a thick vine that was half fossil and half plant.
It was built into a section of the sky beam for traffic.
I stepped on it and it was still very strong.
When I stood on it and looked down, I couldn't see the terrain below because of the clouds under my feet.
Whether it was an abyss, a pool, or just like the top of the head, it was densely packed with crystals.
Fatty and Uncle Ming must have fallen below without stopping.
I asked Axiang if he could see below, but I saw that Axiang’s eyes were swollen with tears because they were taped before.
Her eyes were blurred, let alone other things.
She couldn’t count on anything now.
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She did.
Shiry Yang and I shouted down several times, but there was no response, which made us even more worried.
I was thinking about where to go to find someone, but suddenly I heard the fat man's cry from under the clouds: "Commander Hu, hurry up and put the rope down to pick me up, my butt is broken into eight fucking pieces."
When I heard the fat man say this, I immediately felt relieved.
I could tell from the sound that it wasn't very deep down there, and we were not far from the top of the fat man's head.
I said to the fat man: "Where can I find a rope for you?
I can't even go to the tree bark to rub a piece of it.
Can you find a place to climb up by yourself?
How is Uncle Ming?
Did he fall down too?"
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Just listen to the fat man shouting under the thick stone smoke: "The Hong Kong farmer's mountaineering helmet fell off, and his head hit the crystal below.
Who knows whether he is dead or alive.
There is a layer of clouds in the middle of this place, this damn place down there They are all mirror-like stones.
When I move my arms, I see them in all directions.
They are all shaking.
I can't even find the north now, and I hit the wall every time I move, let alone find a place to climb out.
I said you should hurry up and find the rope.
Uncle Ming almost collapsed this place when he fell.
Maybe we’ll have to sink into the lake to feed the bastard soon.”
When I heard that Uncle Ming's head hit a rock, and there was a danger of collapse below, I knew the situation was bad, but the climbing ropes were all lost along the way, so there was no rope available.
Shiry Yang suddenly thought that he could use the load-bearing belts and armed belts to carry equipment.
Everyone has them, they can be taken apart and connected together, and they are strong enough, so he quickly started.
After hanging the load-bearing belt, let Fatty first use all the rope straps he and Uncle Ming have, which are strong anyway, and connect them with our straps.
First, Fatty's backpack and rifle were hoisted up, and then Ming Ming was hoisted up.
The uncle tied him up and hung him up.
Uncle Ming's face was covered with blood.
When I reached out and touched it, it didn't look like blood.
I couldn't help but scream immediately: "Oh no, Uncle Ming has returned to his position.
His brains are all coming out."
As soon as Axiang heard that her godfather's brains were coming out. , my nose became sore and I started crying again.
Shiry Yang said: "Don't talk nonsense, this is blood, and the hemoglobin has begun to change.
He still has a heartbeat, maybe he just fainted, so we should bandage him first."
While I was bandaging Uncle Ming, I advised Axiang, "Don't cry.
This little blood won't kill you.
At most, you'll get a minor concussion."
The fat man waited impatiently below: "I said you don't care about me anymore.
If you want to mourn Uncle Ming, you should get me up first.
How about we cry together?"
Only then did I remember that it would not be easy to lift the fat man up because he was as strong as Uncle Ming, so I lowered the load-bearing belt and said, "I can't pull you up.
I can only play a cooperative role.
You have to use your subjectivity." initiative."
The fat man tugged on the rope and shouted: "Although I am full of subjective initiative, I am not a jet plane, so I can't jump on it directly."
I pulled the load-bearing belt to the stone wall next to the sky beam of the stone path.
With the direction guide, the fat man climbed up and down underneath, turned out of the crystal maze, and grabbed the concave and protruding positions on the stone wall.
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Coupled with the fact that Shiry Yang and I were pulling him hard from above, he finally climbed up.
He fell badly.
Even though he was wearing knee pads and elbow pads, his tailbone still hurt so much that he couldn't recover for a long time.
The bleeding on Uncle Ming's side also stopped.
I felt his pulse and it was still stable, but if he didn't go to the altar as soon as possible to remove the curse on him, I'm afraid he would be the first to return.
As the saying goes, the same disease is connected, I can't leave him alone, so everyone took a breath, and the fat man carried Uncle Ming on his back, and walked up the light yellow stone peak on the sky beam hanging above the clouds.
The terrain here is a very neat semicircle, with a line of flags and clouds wavering on the top, giving people a sense of mystery as the mountain is ethereal.
In the crystal veins above the head, there are bright lights like will-o-the-wisps flickering from time to time, appearing and extinguishing suddenly.
There are hundreds of them, and they look as bright as stars.
On the light yellow mountain, where the color is slightly darker, there is a faint look of an old face, but it cannot be man-made.
It is not possible to see what geological structure the stone peaks are from close by.
They look like jade and fossils, and occasionally they can Hearing the crisp sound of running water in the depths, it seems that the description in the Dragon Searching Jue that there is a dragon pill under the ancestral dragon's head is not false.
This underground strange peak may be the dragon pill that condenses life in the eyes of Feng Shui magicians.
I looked back from time to time to look at the situation behind me.
The handprint in the white tunnel did not follow me in, but the way it came was completely cut off, but I couldn't think about how to deal with it when I went back.
I didn’t tell anyone about the last scene I saw in the tunnel, so as not to increase their pressure.
The end of the sky beam reaches directly into the mountain.
The internal space is not large.
There are two pools on the ground.
The walls are carved with ferocious evil spirits.
There are dozens of vigorous and ancient white stone statues on both sides.
They are slightly taller than ordinary people.
Each one is Everyone is holding a stone as big as a bowl in the ocean.
I remembered that in the rituals depicted in the human skin murals, the human eyeballs were gouged out and placed in such an instrument, so I looked into the stone, but there was nothing there.
At this time, the fat man put Uncle Ming on the ground to rest.
Uncle Ming woke up, but he was a little confused and confused.
He would shake his head without saying anything when asked, and he didn't even recognize his own goddaughter.
There are also several slightly smaller caves in the altar, which are extremely religious.
I took out the phoenix gall from King Xian's head and asked Shirey Yang if he had found a way to use it.
The nights were long and there were many dreams, so it was best to end this life-and-death matter as soon as possible.
Shiry Yang is staring ahead.
There are weird and bizarre carvings all around.
There is a human-shaped groove on the ground, with its limbs spread out.
It seems to be a place of execution.
Over the years, too many people have been killed, and it is soaked in blood.
The stone groove The inside has turned dark red, and it feels cruel to look at it.
I asked Shirey Yang twice before she came back to her senses.
She looked gloomy and took several deep breaths without saying a word.
She pointed at the stone slabs and motioned for me to take a look.
Although I am not very familiar with these ancient mysterious rituals, the wall carvings here are very intuitive.
Even I can see the same thing.
After just a few glances, I felt that it became difficult to breathe.
I pointed at the black-red human-shaped stone trough and asked Shiry Yang: "If you want to hold a ceremony, you need to kill at least one living person as a victim.
Without this victim, none of us can leave alive, but who can do it casually?"
To sacrifice it, do we have to draw a lottery between life and death?"
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