Lao Liang's team was confused by the person who suddenly appeared. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info Everyone looked at each other for a while, until someone recognized the identity of the person in front of them.

"Isn't this Sun Zhe?" said someone in the team.

After such a reminder, everyone found out that the other party was Sun Zhe, one of the members of the first team who came down earlier. It was only now that he was all dirty, covered in muddy water, and his face was a little distorted with horror, that they didn't recognize him in the first place.

The first person who recognized him stepped forward and asked with concern, "Sun Zhe, I'm Li He, what's wrong with you?"

The man seemed to have a good relationship with Sun Zhe and was very worried about his condition.

However, when Sun Zhe saw the man approaching him, the expression of horror on his face was even worse, and his whole body trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and he retreated again and again.

"Hey, you ......," the man said and stretched out his hand to Sun Zhe.

When Sun Zhe saw it, he screamed "ah", opened the man's hand suddenly, turned around and fled desperately towards the depths of the river, and let out a scream of "ah, ah" as he ran, sounding like a frightened beast.

Everyone was stunned, completely unaware of what was going on.

"Hey, wait!" The man who stretched out his hand towards Sun Zhe was the first to react, and regardless of anything else, he chased after Sun Zhe.

When the others saw this, they also quickened their pace, followed the two of them, and advanced towards the depths of the river.

Lao Liang was already walking at the back of the team, and he hadn't recovered from Sun Zhe's appearance at this time, and by the time he was in a daze, the team had already thrown him several meters away.

In the undeveloped river, the distance of a few meters is not comparable to that of the ground, there is no light around except for the flashlight in the hand, and the ground is uneven and extremely slippery.

Lao Liang immediately followed, but was thrown farther and farther away by the team. The more anxious he was, the more unsteady his steps became. After a few steps, I didn't know what I had tripped, and my foot slipped and fell into the underground river next to me.

The river was deep and bitterly cold.

Lao Liang choked in the water a few times before he fluttered and climbed out of the water.

By the time he climbed ashore, there was no one around.

It's pitch black, and it's so quiet that you feel like you're hairy all over.

The flashlight that fell to the ground glowed coldly.

Lao Liang was soaking wet and shivering, not knowing if it was because of the cold or something else.

He shuddered and picked up the flashlight, shining forward.

By this time he could no longer tell which side was front and which was behind, and the cold and fear made his head a mess.

I vaguely heard someone talking.

Lao Liang seemed to have found a life-saving float and ran desperately in the direction of the sound.

The narrow channel turned a bend in front of it, and the water flowed into a relatively open cavern.

The area around the cave was washed out by the river in various irregular shapes, and it looked very gloomy in the light of the flashlight.

Lao Liang held his flashlight and looked around, and strange rocks kept jumping into his eyes. He couldn't help but swallow his saliva and walked inside tremblingly.

There seemed to be something mixed in the humid air, which made his heart beat even harder.

Later, he realized that at that time, the smell of blood was mixed in the air. It is a very special smell formed by the mixing of fresh flesh and rotting corpses. The fishy smell is mixed with sweetness, which makes people fascinated.

Lao Liang followed the smell and continued to move forward.

The slippery feet made him walk very slowly, and there was an intermittent strange sound in front of him, sounding like someone was yelling, accompanied by some hoarse screams.

Lao Liang sensed that something was wrong and wanted to stop and turn his head, but for some reason, his steps kept moving forward.

The sound flickered far and near, like a dream.

After walking a few steps, he didn't know what sticky things he stepped on, Lao Liang lowered his head in confusion and directed the light of the flashlight towards the road under his feet.

Pitch-black blood was mixed with minced flesh, and a severed arm lay at his feet.

Lao Liang screamed "ah", and as soon as he let go of his hand, the flashlight fell to the ground.

As the flashlight rolled, the light circled around the ground.

Corpses, scattered everywhere.

The corpses that had been smashed beyond recognition by chisels and hammers were scattered everywhere, and their original appearance was not visible at all, except for uniform work clothes. The body that had been chiseled through was still gushing with blood.

Lao Liang covered his mouth, his stomach churned, and he turned his head and vomited wildly.

The flashlight was still spinning in circles on the ground, and in the light turning, several figures appeared in front of it.

Lao Liang held on to the raised stone on the wall with one hand, and slowly moved his steps in the direction of the figure.

There were still four people alive, all of them members of their team, wearing the same uniform, but Lao Liang did not recognize who they were.

Because each of their faces was stained with blood, and everyone's face was as if they had just been fished out of the pool of blood, and everyone's expressions were unusually hideous.

They held their burrowing tools aloft and swung them at the bodies of the others.

Shouting and screaming followed, and soon two of the four were killed in the scuffle.

Lao Liang saw with his own eyes that one of them used a chisel to cut through the head of the other, and the blood mixed with the brain was scattered and splashed.

The remaining two were still fighting each other, as if they had lost all their minds, and the splatters of flesh made them even more insane.

Soon, one of them slashed at the shoulder of the other with a huge chisel, directly smashing half of the man's body to pieces. But even so, he still didn't want to stop, holding a one-meter-long iron chisel high and smashing wildly at the man who fell to the ground, one after another, until the blood overflowed, until the fallen person turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

With the help of the faint light, Lao Liang saw all this.

He only felt his whole body weaken, his legs trembled wildly, and his throat involuntarily made incomprehensible sounds.

Hearing the movement, the last man turned his head and saw Lao Liang.

Making eye contact with the man, Lao Liang only felt his whole body tremble.

The other party's blood-red eyes were full of violent murderous aura, which were no longer human eyes, but the eyes of beasts and demons.

Lao Liang turned around and ran desperately.

He didn't dare to look back, but he knew very well that the man was right behind him, holding a huge chisel in both hands, and if he took a slight slow, he would be gouged open by the other party.

He didn't know where he got the strength to run in the darkness without falling into the water or tripping over a stone, and he thought it was a miracle all along.

He remembered the rest of the story very vaguely, and he knew that he had been running in the dark, and had been running, and had come to a place where there was light, and then he was unconscious. (To be continued.) )