In order to explore the situation of the Old Mother Temple, Zheng Fatzi left a hand in the tunnel, but even so, he still couldn't go in, but was smoked by a strange smell and retreated.

Therefore, his mood was quite bad, and coupled with the pain in the severed hand, Zheng Fatzi's face was very scary.

Lao Bai vomited two or three times, and after there was nothing in his stomach, he walked back with his steps.

"This smell is a smell that will only be formed after the death of a living being, when the body is locked in a place that is not very ventilated, but not completely isolated from the air, and after decaying for countless years, it is a bit like a miasma in a dense forest, and something will definitely happen if you smell too much. ”

After Lao Bai finished speaking, he ran away without looking back, it seems that he will not come back until the smell is gone.

Zheng Fatzi didn't speak, he was still staring at this big pit.

Since the effect of that smell is similar to that of miasma, then we also have some ways to deal with it, we can't solve the miasma that is particularly toxic, but there are also some antidotes, drugs such as miasma pills can play some role.

After taking a few pills, our condition has improved a lot, and the symptoms of dizziness and dizziness have basically disappeared.

Although I don't know how many people have died below, the smell will definitely be exhausted for a while.

We ate some antidote, but that doesn't mean we can ignore the smell.

Therefore, we set up a position in the direction of the headwind from the entrance of the cave, and Le Yan asked the emergency doctor on the construction site to help, put some medicine on Zheng Fatzi's severed hand, and bandaged it again.

I can see the pain of Zheng Fatzi, but there is no good way.

The people in the office already knew about it, but the attitude was very surprising.

Except for Bian Pao and Huang Bawang, Bai Baoer and Gossip didn't say anything about it.

When things come to this point, I naturally understand that having a broken hand will have little impact on Zheng Fatzi, and he will grow his hand again.

Since this is the case, I have nothing to worry about, I am busy, and now it is almost noon, Le Yan asked someone to buy us something to eat, and solve lunch on the spot.

Zheng Fatzi ate the most, he ate more than ten steamed buns by himself, and five boxes of braised pork lunches, all of which entered his stomach.

Even so, he was not satisfied, and asked someone to buy several catties of sugar, and he grabbed and ate them one by one.

His way of eating is quite like a starving ghost, but Zheng Fatzi eats white sugar, and his painful expression goes down a lot.

After the meal, Zheng Fatzi leaned back in the rocking chair and said while drinking tea:

"No wonder that kid was going to make trouble last night, no matter what was in the old mother's temple, it wasn't something that could be taken out for a while. ”

"It's a bit out of the way, but there are workers at work, and he must have scared them away before he can act. ”

Zheng Fatzi's guess is very reasonable, but we still don't know that before the construction site starts, the demon has countless opportunities to make a move, why choose now.

We chatted for a long time, and then Lao Bai trotted back to us from the other side.

"Alright, it's okay, there's still a smell down there, but you can go down. ”

Lao Bai himself will definitely not go down any longer, for psychological reasons, Le Yan does not plan to join in this fun, but Zheng Fatzi does not give up, Jiugong and him have the same idea, and I will act with them.

Soon, a few of us came to the previous place again, our heads were all wearing gas masks, which Le Yan had just taken advantage of the efforts just now, but these things had no effect on this stench, they couldn't stop the smell at all.

Despite this, we wore masks and lit up the space inside the door with flashlights.

The first thing that caught our eye was a downward staircase, which was a little black in color, and seemed to be a little red in the light.

But after stepping on it, we realized that these were all paved with smooth stone slabs, and if the dark red came from blood, I am afraid that it would take countless blood to dye the slate this color.

We have suffered losses before, so Zheng Fatzi didn't dare to go down directly, the mechanism here is not like the mechanism in an ordinary tomb, it is not a thing like a hidden arrow, but an evil art.

Even if Zheng Fatzi can bear the consequences of temporarily losing a hand, he definitely doesn't want to have no feet anymore.

Therefore, we all raised our vigilance, and Zheng Fatzi found a big white goose and asked it to kick in front of it to open the way.

The first white goose was called Bad Luck Egg No. 1 by Le Yan, referred to as No. 1.

No. 1's life was not good, so he jumped down without two steps, and stretched out a bloody hand from the slate, which grabbed No. 1's two legs, No. 1 struggled, and was dragged into the slate and disappeared.

Zheng Fat picked up a stick and slammed it on the steps where the bloody hand appeared, but the bloody hand did not appear.

"It seems that the evil art here can recognize the signs of life, and if we want to go over, we have to seal our yang energy. While analyzing the situation of the evil arts, Zheng Fatzi beckoned to Jiugong, "Tear it down for me!"

Zheng Fatzi's anger is very strong, so his way of acting is also more radical, Jiugong always listens to Zheng Fatzi's words unconditionally, and this time it is the same.

Jiugong jumped three steps without hesitation, and as soon as the bloody hand stretched out, Jiugong's three-pointed knife pierced down.

A shrill scream rang out, and the space underground seemed to be small, and we heard a slight echo.

With a 'click', the stone steps were torn apart, and the whole stone slab shattered.

The unlucky one has been sacrificed, and the ninth palace can deal with the remaining evil arts, so the second and third can live a little longer.

I saw Jiugong pick up a three-pointed knife and stab each stone step.

The screams rang out two or three more times, and several of the stone slabs of more than ten steps were shattered.

Although it has existed here for a long time and is considered a monument, we didn't pay much attention to it.

Soon, we led the White Goose No. 2 and No. 3 and walked to the bottom of the steps.

In the light, we see the size of this place.

It was a room more than ten meters horizontally, and it could not be seen vertically, and the light disappeared into the darkness.

There are stone walls on the left and right, and there are many portraits and inscriptions on the stone walls.

I don't know much about the portraits, but I can still tell that the portraits are full of gods.

In the first portrait, there were no figures, just a cloud of air that seemed to be moving in the air flow.

Then there is the second picture, which is a goddess who is not very old from the point of view of her clothes, and as for her face, the person who painted it did not draw it, and we cannot see the face of the goddess.

Even so, we can guess that the goddess in this painting is very likely to be a childless mother.

(End of chapter)