I made a small nest filled with earth at the entrance of the robbery cave, jumped into the robbery cave holding the human-faced pottery, and then placed it on the temporary raised platform.
Fatty was worried that I would bury the jar alone and stay behind to take care of him.
I slowly moved my body and entered the robber's cave.
Then I pulled the buckle on the earth-filled nest.
The soil above my head immediately poured down, and the human face altar and the entrance to the robber's cave were instantly buried.
I clasped my hands together and muttered: "This junior disturbs the resting place of our ancestors in order to save people and save lives.
It is fundamentally different from those jackals and thieves.
I beg you, sir, don't argue with a few of us.
Let's go out later."
Make incense.”
The fat man pushed me and told me to leave quickly.
I followed him and slid into the depths of the Thief's Cave, but couldn't help but look back.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but I seemed to see a mutilated human face laughing at us in the dark cave entrance.
Coming out of the Thieves' Cave and looking around the inner city, the scene here is completely different from the outside.
Although most of the buildings within the city collapsed and were covered with the dust of the years, the overall structure and layout are clearly visible to everyone.
Houses in the windy sand area are known for being short and open.
The front and back of the house are bright, there are no complicated functional divisions, and the living and sleeping areas are integrated.
The design of the door face and windows strictly follows the proportion of sunlight.
There are culverts buried in front of the door and ditches and wells hidden behind the house.
Everything we see in front of us is silently telling us about the history.
The wise and tenacious people of Zhenku began to fight against the harsh nature thousands of years ago.
Even in this almost deserted inner city, we You can still feel the prosperity and vitality of the past.
I leaned on the giant poplar tree that had long since dried up and necrotic to check the map.
The first suspicious point was due south not far from this residential area, deep inside Zhenku City.
Based on the scale we currently have, it would take almost forty minutes to get there on foot.
After experiencing a series of appalling adventures on the outskirts, we were already exhausted.
Especially Lao Cai, who suffers from a strange disease.
His complexion is getting worse and worse.
There is an abnormal dark yellow color in the texture of his skin under his eyes, and his movements are much slower than before.
I arranged for everyone to rest under the Populus euphratica tree, and took Shiry Yang aside alone to consult her about the coagulation condition.
The two of us walked around Populus euphratica, deliberately avoiding Lao Chuai.
She sat under a poplar tree and softly described the symptoms of her grandfather and father.
"Lao Chuai's current condition cannot last much longer.
His blood is coagulating, and his red blood cells can no longer produce new blood.
This waste blood carrying viruses will circulate in his body over and over again, gradually corroding healthy internal organs.
In the final stage, his whole body will become stiff and unable to move, and he will be unable to interact with the outside world.
Flow is no different from a dead person.
The scary thing is that he will still have consciousness and continue to struggle alone in the darkness and silence until his heart stops beating completely.
This is the most torturous part for my grandfather.
I was so scared that I didn’t even make it to the end and pulled out the needle myself.”
After Shiry Yang recalled that childhood past, he stood up and dusted himself off like a normal person.
"After resting, let's hit the road.
I don't have much time left."
The fat man and I supported Lao Chuai, and the group continued to move forward.
This time I clearly felt that his body functions were declining rapidly.
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He had almost no strength to walk.
Most of the time, he relied on the dragging of me and the fat man to lift his feet unconsciously.
The fat man gave me a worried look.
Faced with this situation, I felt deeply powerless.
The medicine folder Lao Chuai carried was already empty.
We only had disinfectant items and some solid glucose in our backpacks, which could not relieve his pain at all.
Although Lao Chuai is still conscious, the joints of his hands and feet have begun to stiffen, and he walks unsteadily.
If the fat man and I hadn't been supporting him, he might not have been able to move freely.
After leaving the Populus euphratica forest dwellings, we came to an open ravine area.
The fat man was sweating profusely and asked me how far it was.
I looked ahead, and the spire of the temple was still as small as the stars in the sky.
Shiry Yang said: "It's much slower than expected.
At this speed, we won't be able to reach the temple in less than an hour."
At this time, Lao Chuai had almost lost the ability to talk to us.
With tears in his eyes, he was struggling to bend his fingers. , shouting our names hesitantly in his throat, indicating that we should leave him behind.
There are too many unknown areas in the ancient city.
Based on his current physical condition, if he is in danger, there is no room for resistance.
If he stays, he will undoubtedly die.
I picked up a few dead poplar trees, dismantled the rainproof tent, and quickly wrapped a mobile stretcher around it.
Lao Chuai understood our intention and struggled not to get on the stretcher.
The fat man dragged him and threw him on the stretcher: "Don't be gibbering like a bitch.
You guys have a lot of strength.
If you dare to die on the way, I will let you die."
This damn place.”
"Let's go" I hung up the stretcher and said to Shirey Yang, "Just lead the way.
Run as fast as you can and we can keep up."
Shirey Yang picked up the backpack that the fat man and I left on the ground and strode towards The direction of the temple.
We carried the stretcher and trotted after him with all our strength.
I lowered my head and moved cautiously along the edge of the ravine.
After running a few steps, I realized that this terrain with crisscrossing ravines was not naturally formed, but was deliberately dug by later generations.
There are clear and straight excavation marks on the edges of the deep trenches.
There is a space of about three or four square meters between each trench horizontally and vertically, which is filled with round earth bags similar to the shape of a yurt.
The earth bags are much higher than the ground level.
According to visual inspection, there are About half a meter.
They are placed regularly in the ravines, like ownerless graves, sleeping quietly underground for thousands of years.
I cannot speculate on the role of these earthen bags at that time.
Whether they were religious sacrificial rituals or some traces left in daily life.
I turned my head with difficulty and looked at the fat man behind me.
He was concentrating on carrying the stretcher and didn't seem to notice the dirtbags around us.
I secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
If this was normal, he would have gone deep into the enemy's army with his shovel to find a bright weapon.
Lao Cai's eyes widened on the stretcher.
He didn't know if it was due to blood congestion.
His body had begun to curl up and become stiff.
If it weren't for the weak rise and fall of his chest, it would be impossible to tell whether he was dead or alive.
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I shook the sweat off my head and told myself not to be distracted.
Instead of trying to guess the secrets in the ravine, I should work harder.
The lives of Lao Chuai's family now rest on the shoulders of just a few of us, and we can't help but relax even a little bit.
"Old Hu, what are you doing?
There's no one in front of you."
The fat man suddenly shouted.
I woke up from my reverie, looked around, and found that I was far away from Shiry Yang.
Her figure kept swaying among the mounds, and she was already separated from us by five or six ditches.
I hurriedly carried the stretcher and chased after him, but for some reason, the faster I ran, the more erratic the figure in front of me became.
I was anxious, so I carried Lao Chuai and hurried on almost without touching the ground.
The fat man was already out of breath behind him, and he shouted: "You really don't know how hard it is to carry water.
Let Staff Yang wait.
Hurry, I can't breathe anymore."
I put down the stretcher and shouted Shiry Yang's name.
She peeked her face from the other side of the mound, seemingly not seeing us, and then disappeared between the mounds of the dome.
By this time, the fat man was sweating profusely and sat down on the ground unwilling to move any more.
I saw that there was a temple not far away, so I said to the fat man: "Have a rest for five minutes, and we'll be almost there after leaving the gully.
I'll go ahead and call Shirey Yang first.
There are ghosts everywhere in this place.
If we get separated, we'll be there."
Delaying the trip."
He was so tired that he didn't even have the energy to speak, so he waved his hand for me to go back quickly.
I took out my dagger and marked the dirt bags along the way to avoid getting lost when I came back, and then I looked for the place where Shirey Yang last showed his face.
I shouted her name as I ran, but the inner city was too empty, and the sound disappeared without a trace in mid-air, and even I couldn't hear her clearly.
I turned several gullies, but never found Shirey Yang.
I lowered my head and took another look at the mark I had carved on the dirt bag, and realized something was wrong.
From the time I left Fatty and the others to now, I have made no less than twenty marks along the way.
Calculating the distance, I have already surpassed the place where Shiry Yang last appeared.
More than ten minutes passed.
Didn't she look back and realize that she and the rest of us were lost?
I hurriedly boarded the earthbags and looked from a high place.
The endless ravine was filled with spherical earthbags half a person's height.
Within the range of the flashlight, most of the field of vision was blocked.
I shouted Shiry Yang's name again, but never got a single response.
I was a little panicked, but then I remembered that we had made a detailed plan in case we got lost before entering the city.
I took out the miniature map and hurriedly looked for the nearest meeting point, and found that it was the temple not far away.
I breathed a sigh of relief and decided to meet up with Fatty and the others first and carry Lao Cai into the minaret temple.
Depending on Shiry Yang's skill, he might be waiting for us in front.
I had an idea in my mind, so I jumped off the dirtbag and planned to go back to find someone.
Just as I turned around, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a blood-red figure from the corner of my eye.
I was so frightened that I almost stopped breathing, turned around and looked around.
But the surroundings were dark and quiet, and the figure just now disappeared without a trace, just like an illusion in my mind.
I squatted under a dirt bag nearby, trying my best to recall the figure I had just seen, but he moved too fast, like a blood-red rag suddenly floating past my eyes.
I had no time to react, let alone see clearly.
His appearance.
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I raised my flashlight and looked around, but I still couldn't decide whether it was my hallucination.
I forced myself to calm down, and then lowered my head to look for the road sign on the dirt bag.
But it didn't matter when I lowered my head.
I suddenly saw a pair of blood-red footprints clearly appearing where I was standing just now.
At this time, I didn't care about checking at all.
I turned around and ran away, running along the pre-marked marks without even having the courage to look back.
What kind of ancient city is this, and why do all kinds of blood marks always appear around us?
Is it a person or a ghost?
What do they want to express?
In the darkness, I was surrounded by fear and had no strength to think about these problems.
I just wanted to get rid of this lingering haze.
I jumped all the way out in one breath, and in the end I no longer bothered to look for the marks on the dirt bag, and ran away based on my impression.
After walking around for a while, I finally saw the searchlight hanging on the stretcher.
The fat man squatted next to Lao Chuai, both of them lowered their heads.
"Fat man" I waved my flashlight and ran forward across the ditch at my feet.
When I got closer, I saw that they both had their eyes closed tightly and were in a curled up posture.
One was squatting and the other was lying down.
I didn't know what they were doing.
"Fat man" I shouted again, this time closer to the two of them.
The fat man trembled slightly when he heard someone calling his name.
He held the flashlight tightly in his hand and opened his eyes suddenly.
"Where the hell are you running?"
The fat man said and jumped up.
He took a small step forward, then retracted his feet, pressed against the stretcher and said to me, "Don't come over here, look at the ground first."
His face was pale and there were beads of sweat on his cheeks.
I immediately stopped, half-bent, and looked at the ground with the flashlight.
This photo doesn't matter, circles and circles of blood-red footprints instantly pop into my eyes.
What's even more frightening is that these footprints are arranged neatly and regularly, forming an airtight circle around the stretcher, wrapping the two people in the center of the footprints stained with blood.
I hurriedly jumped over the ravine in front of me and came to them.
When I got closer, I saw that the bloody footprints were even more strange.
They were large and small, almost occupying the open space around the stretcher.
The fat man lifted up his coat and sweated all over the floor.
He pointed to the footprints on the ground and said to me: "Not long after you left, I felt something was wrong, and the whooshing wind went straight into my neck.
I pulled him for a while, and damn, he still followed me.
I could surround him.
They are everywhere, scolding, kneeling, I have tried everything.
There is nothing I can do.
What should I do?
I have a disabled person and I don’t dare to mess around."
I stepped over the footprints without hesitation and walked to the two of them. .
The fat man breathed a long sigh of relief, took a long step, and walked back and forth several times on the footprints.
"Damn, you're scaring your grandpa."
He was furious and spat a few more times before finally breathing again, "Why did you come back alone, where did Shiry Yang go?"
"If we don't find her, carry her into the temple first.
It's important to save her life."
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For some reason, when I saw them, I felt much calmer in an instant.
Although I couldn't explain the scene in front of me for the moment, the safety of everyone was more important than anything else.
Looking at Lao Chuai lying on the stretcher, I began to worry about Shiry Yang again, wondering if she had encountered the same danger as us.
The fat man said with lingering fear: "First there are handprints, then there are footprints.
Are we entangled with something unclean?
I think Lao Chua looks like this.
I'm worried."
I checked Lao Chuai's condition.
His muscles were stiff, his breathing was weak, and he had fallen into a coma.
The fat man and I lifted the stretcher and rushed to the temple without stopping.
I couldn't help but look back every step I took, for fear that something was following us.
Seeing that the spire at the top of the temple was getting closer and closer to us, the weight on our shoulders suddenly became much lighter.
"Can you please stop looking back all the time," the fat man complained.
"It makes me nervous too.
Damn it, you looked back twenty times and I looked back forty times.
My neck is almost broken." ” "Okay, okay, I won't look.
Please pay attention and shout if anything happens."
"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense and leave quickly."
"Be careful when sailing a thousand-year-old ship, it will get stuck."
"Old Hu" "What's wrong?
Did I say something wrong again?"
"Old Hu" "What are you shouting about?
I said I won't look back.
What else do you want?"
"Old Hu" "What's wrong?"
I couldn't help but turn my head and saw the fat man standing two meters away from me, staring at me.
The end of the stretcher that was supposed to be carried by the fat man was floating empty in mid-air, and there were clearly a pair of bloody fingerprints on both ends of the handles tied with poplar wood.
I was so frightened that I almost let go of my hands, and almost fell to my knees because my legs were weak.
The fat man gritted his teeth and said, "I can't move, something is pressing me down."
At this point, the flashlight he hung on his chest suddenly made a hissing sound, and the moment I put down the stretcher, it went out together with the searchlight I hung on the handle
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