August 1, 1990. The fastest update is available today after two years.

The third group of 36 adventurers, 20 male adventurers, 6 female adventurers, and 10 soldiers, with advanced weapons and communication equipment, slowly embarked on their adventure at half past seven in the morning.

Advanced mountaineering equipment, plus there are ten people in the team, who have received professional training, so the 36 people in the third batch of adventure team, all climbed up unscathed, recording the first level of the trip, the rock wall.

Recorder: Pockjack.

On August 1, 1990, according to the information provided on the recorded itinerary, 36 of us skillfully climbed the first level with ingenious modern science and advanced weapons, and everyone rumored to be able to eat people.

After getting up the rock wall, we rushed frantically all the way to the location of the next target river with excitement, and it was a little speechless that when we arrived at the river, it was already half past six in the evening.

Because it was too late and the mountain road was no longer visible, we divided the work of 36 people, 15 people set up tents, 10 people made fires to prepare dinner, 5 people were responsible for collecting firewood, and 5 people were responsible for fishing by the river.

Everyone must be very puzzled, why do we go up the mountain adventure and bring a fishing rod, heheheI'll tell you the truth, because we have been here before we came, and the itinerary of the last adventure was recorded, so we know that there is a river here, and of course there will be fish in the river.

At 7:30 p.m., strange things finally happened, when we were ready for dinner and gathered everyone to prepare for dinner, we found that our number had changed from 36 to 31, and the five missing people were all teammates fishing by the river.

There were a lot of people, and we also brought guns and explosives, so the 31 of us mustered up the courage and collectively took flashlights, guns, and explosives, and walked to the location where the five people were fishing.

When we arrived at our destination, we didn't find the five people who were fishing, nor did we see their bodies, but we saw a pair of glowing eyes in the middle of the river, looking at us indiscriminately, and even suspected of approaching us.

As if aware of the danger of those eyes, the ten soldiers immediately opened fire and shouted at us, "Shoot, don't hesitate, this monster must have eaten the things of those five people." ”

After hearing the shouts of the soldiers, we quickly took out our pistols and explosives, and frantically shot and threw explosives at those eyes.

Due to the rapidity of the river, the width of the river, and the darkness of the night, we did not know whether we had killed the eye or had simply scared it away, so ten soldiers were forced to keep vigil for our safety.

At seven o'clock the next morning, when we stepped out of the tent, we were collectively stunned by the scene in front of us, we never imagined that one day we would also see a scene that could only be seen in the age of mythology.

Dragon, we see, the dragon in the era of Chinese mythology, a living dragon, a dragon with wings, a dragon that spans the entire river, a dragon so large that it can make humans despair.

The dragon didn't hurt us, it was just quietly enjoying its food, a very strange behemoth, if I guessed correctly, the dragon's food should be the presence of the pair of eyes last night.

At 11:26 p.m., the dragon swayed into the river after enjoying the perfect meal, and disappeared before our eyes, and to be honest, if it weren't for the dragon's tracks and footprints on the river's edge, we would all wonder if we were dreaming.

After the dragon was gone, we hurriedly set up a fire and began to prepare lunch, and when lunch was ready, we hurried to eat, and then hurried to the mountain pass across the river.

At 5:50 p.m., we felt like we were going crazy, why they had been able to get to this pass so quickly three years ago, and we had to walk for more than six hours from the river to this side of the pass.

Now we are faced with two difficult choices, the first option is to cross the river to pitch a tent, the second option is to stay on this pass for the night, the first option may be dangerous, and the second option is that the water under the pass is too noisy to sleep.

After some struggle, we finally chose to cross the other bank to set up our tents, in fact, we all chose the second option, but after ten minutes on it, we obediently crossed the river with our luggage.

Once we were on the other side of the river, we finally settled on a clearing under the rock wall to set up a tent as a habitat.

After choosing a habitat, we started to set up a tent while collecting firewood to prepare dinner, making some traps near the tent and using some bells with rope to make alarm bells in case something mysterious appeared on the trip.

The next morning at 7:25, last night everyone slept peacefully, but this peace was not what we wanted, 31 teammates came here, and when we woke up, it was seven teammates.

The 24 teammates were not eaten by monsters, nor were they injured and died, but they were really killed in their sleep, I don't know why, I can't figure out why, why did they die so well?

They died peacefully, they died very strangely, the seven of us lived very strangely, we lived very lucky, we lived very confused, at this time we were all hesitating, hesitating whether we should continue to move forward, or turn around and go down the mountain and go home.

At 9:12 a.m., after struggling for more than an hour, we gathered all the food and guns and explosives, and then set out without looking back, heading out for the cave.

The reason why we chose to move forward was because we didn't want to be the first person in history to be scared by the nameless mountain and run home, and for this only far-fetched reason, the seven of us moved forward without hesitation.

At 4:52 p.m., the seven of us went to the cave, to the place where the last group had appeared, and where we saw what they had left behind, rows of names on the stone walls, and last warnings.

I'm in a hurry, so I'm not going to take notes now, I'll be sure to record their names and warnings when I come out, and I'm sure I'll get out of the cave, so I'm not going to send the pigeons out now.

Now I'm going into the cave, and when I come out, I'll send this record out to everyone, goodbye, everything outside the cave.

At 6:44 the next morning, unfortunately the last recorder died, and I, the recorder, were also dying, so don't come, don't come to the nameless mountain, don't come to this cave, shhh, there are demons on the mountain.

The third batch of adventure teams was still wiped out, 36 people went up, and none of them survived to the third level, the legendary Demon Cave, the Cave of Death, and therefore the Nameless Mountain was once again closed.