I was definitely in the dark, especially if I was unprepared, I stepped on my bald feet.

I stumbled a few times, was carried by inertia, and threw myself forward.

I'm afraid of hitting the ground first, it's the rhythm of disfigurement. At the critical moment, I stretched out my hands in advance, and the flashlight was put aside by me.

With a thud, I fell to the ground, grinning in pain. The flashlight fell not far away, and coincidentally, it was still facing down, and for a while the flashlight was blocked by the ground.

In addition, at this time, my mind was full of question marks.

I quickly turned my head to look. I can't describe the feeling of this moment, but behind me, a pair of green eyes appeared.

It's about the size of a small light bulb, especially the green energy, which is very similar to the product of the netherworld. I was very panicked, but as a person like me, I was affected by the subconscious at a critical moment, but I was bold, and I was not so afraid.

I stretched out my leg and kicked the green eyes. Actually, this is just a preliminary plan, and I don't want to let Green Eyes come near me. After that, I'll fight back and try to catch the green eye. I want to see, what the hell is sacred?

But the green eye didn't give me a chance to kick, and suddenly, it jerked back, and the more evil ones were still behind.

The green eyes vanished without warning.

I looked at the darkness, and of course, I didn't think it was an illusion.

I reached for the flashlight and tried to pick it up.

The moment I fell, the beard felt it, first he heard it, and second, the flashlight light disappeared. But he didn't know about Green Eyes, and he didn't know that I had secretly fought with this Green Eyes.

The beard turned to look at me, and asked, "What's the matter?"

I didn't rush to answer, by this time I had already grabbed my flashlight. I pressed my wrist hard to let the light shine behind me.

I could see clearly, there was nothing, but I didn't give up, and I took another look.

When I found a wall by the flashlight, I saw the door of a small wall tomb, which suddenly closed.

I chuckled inwardly. Beard also saw this scene, and he scolded his mother.

In fact, at this moment, the two of us also thought of going together, and the beard asked rhetorically, "Is there really a ghost?"

I couldn't answer anything, and the ground was still shaking slightly. I don't have time to think too much, and I don't have time to go to that wall tomb to study.

I tried to move and found that I just fell, but it wasn't a big deal.

I climbed up as fast as I could. I saw that the beard was still stunned at the wall tomb, and I reminded him, "Hurry up." ”

We turned around and ran again, and then I didn't encounter anything weird.

When I reached the entrance to the basement level, I stuck my flashlight on my waist and pounced on the string first. The beard followed.

We both struggled to climb up, and I found that my skills had suddenly improved a lot, and I suspected that it had something to do with the chip in my brain.

I also asked Beard, what does that mean, can he do it? Do you want me to pull him?

In contrast, the beard is harder to climb than mine, but he is a man with both a hard mouth and a backbone, and he replied, "Forget me." ”

I climbed a little more distance first, and with a click, I felt like something had fallen overhead.

I looked up. At this moment, something fell on my head.

My first instinct was water, but where did it come from? Especially if it was water, how could it feel greasy?

I put my legs on the rope, and I reached out with one more hand and touched the top of my head and the door of my head.

I found it stickier than I thought it would be, especially when I sniffed my palm again and saw that it smelled of oil.

There was a buzz in my head. Originally, I thought that there were no traps in this burial place, and we didn't encounter any verbosity on the way in, but now my attitude has changed 180 degrees.

I said in my heart that if my brothers don't hurry up, won't they be doused with oil and become a chicken in soup?

I reminded the beard, but it was under my body, and I was in the way, and he hadn't been drenched yet.

I climbed as fast as I could, and the frequency of the dripping oil and water increased more and more.

In the end, not only me, but also the string was drenched.

Come to think of it, it's oil, it's not only oily, it's slippery.

I clung to the rope, but I couldn't hold it anymore. The beard is worse than mine, and he has a heart to climb, but at this time, with all his might, it would be good not to go bald.

Realizing that something was wrong, Beard shouted a few times to try to cheer himself up.

I feel like I can't protect myself, let alone help him, but I also have a clumsy trick. I told him to find a way to hold on no matter what.

The beard reluctantly answered. I slammed into another burst of power, and with this momentum, I climbed to the top.

I struggled to get out of the hole. I stumbled and lay flat next to the hole.

I gasped for air, and as soon as I turned my head, I could see the stone statue lying on the ground, and even the bearded flashlight.

I don't have time to rest. I pinched myself again, it made me feel better for a moment.

I stood up and rushed towards the statue.

I tugged on to the string that attached to the bottom of the flashlight. When I had eaten and stopped first, I took out one more hand and untied the flashlight from the stone statue.

This way, I can pull a flashlight and get my beard out in a tug-of-war. I'm definitely like I've been beaten with chicken blood. I shouted as I stepped back.

It was a grueling job, but I stumbled and carried it off.

At the entrance of the cave, a bearded head appeared, followed by the upper body and lower body...... Finally the beard snorted, and he lay on his back on the ground by the mouth of the cave.

The beard sometimes laughs, sometimes swears. He couldn't figure it out, he didn't know where the oil was overflowing.

I advised the beard to think about it, and I leaned over and pulled him up from the ground.

At this point, the ground didn't shake much, at least slightly more than before. I said to the beard, "Let's both have a big life, let's leave first." ”

The beard was repeated, and we supported each other, but in fact, I was more of a supporter of the beard, because his physical strength was too weak.

The two of us walked along the corridor for more than ten meters, and suddenly, the beard suddenly stood still.

I could feel his body stiff, and I was startled as I looked at him sideways.

I found that the expression of the beard was also very dull, and in this stupidity, there was a hint of hideousness. I thought to myself, what's going on? Could it be that I've been ghosted?

I shouted a few words of the beard's name. The beard ignored me and didn't say anything, and finally gave me a hard push.

The force was so strong that I took several steps back in a row to stand firm.

Then the beard beat his chest with both hands, and screamed again. After I saw this scene, I vaguely understood something, but it also buzzed in my head.

I pretended to be guts, touched my lower back, and took out the flashlight.

I opened it and used it to shine a picture of my beard's body. I focused on his left hand.

On the middle finger of his left hand, he wore the ring. I wonder if Beard accidentally touched the ring, so the Pandora's box in his brain was activated?

But I couldn't find the ring at all, and I thought to myself, where did that thing go? Not to mention losing it, I don't believe it, especially since the ring is worn on the finger, how can it be so easy to lose it?

Suddenly, there was a squeaky, squeaky sound behind me.

I chuckled inwardly, and waited to turn my head to look. Good guys, those green eyes are back up.

It's right next to the hole. I jerked the flashlight so that the light passed.

This time, the green eyes didn't hide, and I saw it clearly.

I can't describe how I feel. It's actually an animal, not much taller than a baby, and it's furry.

I was connected to one thing. When Beard and I first came into contact with the Demon Thief, we met his pet, a small monkey with green eyes.

I remember what the thief called the little monkey Xiaobao.

Of course, I wouldn't be stupid enough to think that the demon thief's little treasure came to Dawang and coincidentally appeared in the burial ground.

I have another guess, the little monster in front of me is the same breed as Xiaobao, and they are the same kind of monkey.

The green-eyed monkey kept looking at me curiously, and finally it squeaked and fiddled with its two little hands.

I saw that it had a bearded ring on both hands, and this immoral monkey pressed it against the diamond of the ring.

I don't know if this continues, the beard will be in trouble, and I know how important this ring is to the beard.

I held the flashlight and walked step by step towards the green-eyed monkey.

I wanted to find a chance, preferably with an electric shock, to stun it. In fact, at this moment, how I wish I could have a gun.

And before I could take a few steps, the beard shouted a long time, and then he giggled and rushed towards Xiaobao.

Beard is much more agile, or rather, almost like a gorilla. As soon as he rushed like this, the green-eyed monkey was frightened.

It stopped playing with the ring, and casually flicked the ring to the side, and then it fled down the hole as if it were fleeing.

The beard took out a posture of not giving up, and when he rushed to the entrance of the cave, he also disappeared from the entrance of the cave with a jump.

I was in a hurry and shouted at the top of my voice. But the beard didn't answer me.

Beard and I wanted to evacuate as soon as possible, but now that there is one less person, I can't leave him alone.

I stiffened my head and ran back. Before I got to the hole, I picked up the ring.

I have a hunch that this green-eyed monkey is also a natural "thief", just now I was inexplicably touched and fell, or my beard was pulled out of my hair, it is the masterpiece of this little monkey, and it is definitely taking advantage of the effort of pulling the hair, it actually took away the ring of the beard.

What kind of concept is this, the beard itself is a pickpocket, he can be stolen, which shows the power of the little monkey.

I secretly said in my heart, this monkey is a treasure. Then I went back to the hole.

I want to find the beard, and even the two of us join forces to catch this little monkey.

Who knew that at this moment, another accident appeared. I had just peeked into the hole, my dear fellow, there was a flame in it, and it was burning and spreading along the string and the rotting wooden ladder......

(End of chapter)