Standing at the fork of gold and silver, looking at the different scenes on the left and right, Thomson took out a spray paint can, made a cross mark, and always had a triumphant smile on his face.

Professor Feng stood indifferently, his eyes slightly closed, as if with tears, his face full of vicissitudes of life was full of loss and regret, and his hair, shining silver in the sun.

The wind stood behind Thomson, carefully observing his every move, carefully remembering it, and his eyes looked at Thomson's short-barreled gun and test tube filled with black liquid from time to time.

When Thomson finished his movements, he looked at Professor Wind and Wind Sound, rolled up the sleeves of his jacket above his elbows, brushed his loose hair, clenched his fists, and slammed it, "God forbid, go!" and strode down the golden road.

It was a road up the hill, and when it turned a great golden rock, on which was a sculpture of a horse, galloping, and on horseback sat a man exactly as the wind had seen on a sailboat.

Startled by the wind, he remembered the "Houshan Holy Cave" and the five-pointed star, could it be that behind this striking resemblance, there is an unknown secret.

On both sides of the road are tall trees, golden leaves, shining with golden light, rustling in the breeze.

The stones on the road shone golden, as if they were pieces of gold. When the wind saw it, he ran over excitedly and lowered his head to pick up a piece.

"Danger, put it down!" Professor Feng shouted, hurriedly stopping him.

Stunned by the sound of the wind, the stone in his left hand fell to the ground and made a "pop" sound, but it was too late, he looked down at his left hand, and the palm of his hand turned purple and black, emitting an unpleasant burnt smell, as if it had been burned by fire.

"Ahh Panting for air.

"In the eyes of greed, coals are gold, because they have lost their eyes and cannot distinguish between black and white and right and wrong. Professor Feng squinted at the wind, a look of regret and disdain on his face.

The wind reined in frivolity, settled greed, and his expression changed in an instant, and he regained his senses, and his old face became resolute.

No matter what his acting skills are, Feng Sheng is destined to be an actor who almost forgets himself, and he never lives for himself.

"Let's go, don't grind, I need the key, I need the world, haha!" Thomson shouted with a short barrel in his hand, dangling in the air, his eyes glinting with greed, grabbing.

Uninterested in admiring the scenery, they walked briskly forward, and the ground became hard and cold.

Thomson grabbed Professor Wind's arm and dragged him across the potholed pavement, skirting the glistening golden waters, which seemed to be beautiful traps, and faint singing could be heard in the distance, bewitching their hearts.

Quickly passing through a forest, there is a mountain gate in front of you, and on both sides are rocky cliffs, outside the cliffs are thousands of abysses, bottomless, and a cold breath is slowly rising.

They walked to the edge and looked down, dizzy. Looking back, the road from which I came was hidden in the golden mist, barely visible.

If you go forward, there is only one way.

"Go, open the door!" Thomson pulled Professor Wind, took two steps back, and yelled at the wind, "this is your time to show your loyalty. ”

Feng Sheng looked back at the two of them, and then at the abyss on both sides, gasped, hesitated, and saw the cold short barrel in Thomson's hand, he mustered up his courage and walked towards the door.

This is a golden gate, about a few meters high and about two meters wide, simple and middle, with exquisite clouds carved on both sides, and the door may be a different world.

It happened to walk up to the side of the gate from the side, pick up a rock, and slam it into the door's nose.

"Bang", the stone was bounced back, the golden gate did not move, and there was no sound inside.

The sound of the wind cautiously walked to the door, facing the door, stood still with his feet, stretched out his hands, and pushed the door hard.

There was a "squeak", and the door moved slightly, but it was not pushed open.

When the three of them were puzzled, the ground under the feet of the wind suddenly cracked, and it sank instantly, the wind didn't have time to shout, the body was stumbling, constantly bumping, and fell into the black hole, reaching out and seeing, the yin wind swished, and fear hit his heart, he shrank all over, looked left and right, but there was no sound, only the sound of his own breathing.

When he calmed down, the wind found that his arm was painful, and he could feel the blood flowing down his forearm, converging in his palm, sticky.

In less than a minute, there were sounds of collisions, falls, cries for help, and then complaints and curses, Thomson's voice, and it was obvious that they had also fallen into the black hole.

Following Thomson's voice, the wind moved forward, and the three of them converged to ensure safety.

Thomson's voice echoed through the hole, and a "pop" was heard, and the flashlight was turned on, like a searchlight, up and down until it shone on the wind.

"Quick, get here, me off, how can this be?" Thomson shouted, pointing to the wind with his light.

"Our priority is to get out, Mr. Thomson. The wind said as he walked over to Thomson.

"Stupid, don't I understand, how to get out? It's all your fault, causing the trap, the ground is sinking. Thomson said.

"How can you blame me, sir, you asked me to open the door. The wind argued.

"Dare to fight back, dare to fight back!" Thomson was so angry that he grabbed the short barrel and slammed it on the wind's chest until he kept begging for mercy.

"Why don't you be quiet, I don't know if you're alive or dead!" roared Professor Wind.

Professor Feng snatched the flashlight and shone it around, "Is there a candle, according to the direction of the flame, to prevent suffocation, find the exit." ”

Thomson came back to his senses and fumbled for a long time to find a candle and a lighter. He snatched the barrel around his neck, pressed the lighter, lit the candle, and a pale yellow flame appeared in front of them.

By the candlelight, the wind found that this was an underground cave that extended in all directions, and they were in the center of it, and countless black holes were facing them, like countless huge black mouths. Water dripped down from the top of the cave, dripping on their heads and faces, reaching out and touching it, slimy, with a fishy smell, the ground was damp, almost sticking to the soles of their shoes, and there were black fungus creatures on the walls, like black eyes, staring at them.

Professor Wind walked in front with a candle, followed by the sound of the wind, and Thomson with a gun in his hand walked behind, looking around as he went.

The whole cave glowed with a strange reddish light, and the candlelight shone on the walls, like the tendrils of vines, and the teeth and claws danced, all of which reminded the wind of the legendary hell.

Professor Feng held the candle in one hand and spread the other hand to protect the candle, carefully observing the direction of the candle's flame to determine the direction in which they were traveling.

The cave became narrower and narrower, almost touching the top of the head, allowing only one person to pass, and sometimes having to lie down to pass, and the three of them moved forward at a rapid pace.

Thomson was like a long-tongued woman, scolding incessantly, and he was obsessed with what had happened, as if it were caused by the stupidity of the wind.

Professor Feng stood still, looking left and right, the candle in his hand, the flame was steady, there was no air flow here, which meant that there was a dead end ahead, what the hell was going on?

Suddenly, the wind screamed, and behind him, a creature squirmed, teeth gritting at his toes, and he turned around and touched the warm, soft skin, which was covered in slime.

Behind him came the rattling of teeth, the sound of whirring gasps, and the smell of rot in the air.

It must be a python!

The sound of the wind frightened and pushed forward desperately, the horror making every cell in his body tremble, and his legs swung rapidly, trying to escape the clutches of the unknown creature.

The sound of the wind, like a sharp knife, pierced Thomson's heart, and he jumped up and lunged forward, knocking Professor Wind to the ground, and the candle fell to the ground, which was instantly extinguished.

The darkness in the cave was restored, and the panic caused by the fear, like the plague, the three of them crawled nervously and slammed forward, although there was a dead end in front of them, and like headless flies, they rushed desperately forward.

The huge momentum caused Professor Feng's head to crash into the rock in front of him, and a bright light flashed in front of his eyes, causing him to have stars in his eyes, and then, with a "bang", the rock in front of him was knocked open, and the three of them rushed out.

The sun was shining outside, and it turned out to be the middle of the cliff, about hundreds of meters high, and the three of them tumbled and fell straight into the raging river below, like three leaves.

The three of them went down the water, and at the sharp bend of the river, the three of them were washed up to the bank by the turbulent water, like three fish starved of oxygen, lying straight on the bank.

Lying on the bank of the river, the wind vomited violently for a while, poured out the river water that had been poured into his stomach, and then, turned over, and lay on the ground, looking at the blue sky with tired eyes, as if he was still reminiscing about what had just happened. There was a faint pain in his toes, he looked down and found that the flesh of his two toes was open, revealing the white bones inside, and the pain in his heart was like thousands of insects devouring nerves, and the sharp pain radiated from his toes to his whole body, he gritted his teeth and did not let himself hum.

Professor Feng sat on the ground, his eyes tired, his head resting on his knees, his hair scattered over it, like a handful of withered grass, his hands hanging down his thighs, his whole body soaking wet and dripping with water.

Thomson pulled out the map, shook the river above, laid it on a rock, cursed as he put his fingers on it, and slid down the course, blinking his eyes as he tried to shake the drops off his eyelashes.

"FK! It's bad luck to go back down the hill and back to square one. Thomson smacked the drawings hard, and there was a "through" sound.