When Mr. Teach arrived, he saw only children fluttering in the underground river. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info every half minute or so, a child will let out a terrible scream and sink into the river. No matter how hard the other children struggled, they could only play in place, not moving in the slightest.

Mr. Teach, who watched from the shore for more than a minute, knew that this vision was beyond the power of man. Even if he jumped, it wouldn't help, and besides, he was so scared that he didn't have the courage to jump into the river.

It was like a hellish scene for half an hour, and at last the water was quiet, and the children's faces were intertwined with tears, and they turned their heads around in a daze, calling for their mothers.

At this moment, Mr. Teaching heard what seemed to be a sound in the water, and then the water began to fall, and the children broke free from the inexplicable restraint in the water, and began to run to the shore one by one, while Mr. Teaching pulled them on the shore.

By the time the rest of the children had landed, the water had dropped more than a metre deep, revealing two dark caves, the inlet and the outlet, and a rugged moss-covered path beside the rock wall.

Mr. Teach tried to comfort the children, trying to get them to stop crying. But the monsters in the water devoured the big children like a filter, and now the escapees are all children under ten years old, who are afraid of death, where will they listen to him, an outsider, naturally let go of their throats and cry wildly, trying to use their voices to attract their parents to comfort.

Seeing that no one cared about him at all, Mr. Teaching sighed heavily and turned slightly, his eyes immediately attracted by the stone cave. He didn't know where he got the courage to carry a kerosene lamp into one of the stone caves, and after entering the cave, there was water between the stone walls on both sides. Several stone platforms are raised high in the water, and the pillars seem to have carved lines, but they have been covered with moss and show signs of weathering and cracking.

He was only a meter away from the nearest stone platform, and after he noticed that there seemed to be some light between the moss on the stone platform, he grabbed the edge of the cave entrance with one hand, held the kerosene lamp handle in his mouth, and tilted his whole body towards the stone platform.

The moss tentacles were slippery and soft, extremely uncomfortable, and Mr. Jiaoshu patiently touched a few handfuls, and found that the center of the table was sunken down to a depth of ten centimeters, and there was a hard ring inside.

The touch in his hand told the teacher that there was nothing but the ring and moss in the stone platform, and after the ring was taken out by the teacher, even if the light in the cave was dim, it still shimmered silver.

Mr. Jiaoshu took a closer look at this ring and found that it was originally just a ring, the material was not silver or iron, the thickness was about 1 mm, and the width of the ring was only 3-4 mm. But don't look at it small, but it's very heavy to the hand, almost about the same weight as the kerosene lamp in your hand.

Looking at the thickness of the moss and the degree of weathering of this stone platform, it must have stood here for a long time. Although the flow speed of this underground river is not fast, it is rare that such a small ring can continue to remain in the groove of the center of the table under the erosion of the years. What made Mr. Jiaoshu even more suspicious was that the ring shimmered silver, and it was not stained by debris or moss in the water, and it was not even a little old.

Just as he was wondering about the origin of the ring, the river suddenly swelled. Mr. Teach hurried back to the shore the same way, put aside his doubts about the ring for a while, comforted the children, and returned along the tunnel.

The group walked in the tunnel for a long time, thirsty and hungry, and the children did not even have the strength to cry, but they still could not get out of the tunnel.

Although this teacher is an adult, his physical strength is not stronger than that of these children who are used to the field, and he is also extremely tired. Everyone stopped to rest together, and at this time Mr. Teaching had already guessed in his heart that this was the ghost that the older generation often said was hitting the wall, but he didn't know how to crack it.

I'm so hungry, I'm so hungry, if only I had something to eat. As soon as Mr. Teach's thoughts stopped, he saw the ring in his hand spit out an object similar to a steamed bun, he rubbed his eyes, and the steamed bun was still in his hand.

Could it be that this ring is still a treasure?

Mr. Jiaoshu tried to continue to shout hunger, and sure enough, there were more and more steamed buns in his hand, and he happily gave the steamed buns to the children, and everyone continued to go on the road after eating and saving some strength.

In this way, they drank a sip of underground river water when they were thirsty, and ate steamed buns when they were hungry, and everyone walked in the cave for a long time. Later, Mr. Jiaoshu also found that there were not only "steamed buns" in the ring, but also many foods that he had never eaten.

As time passed, the atmosphere of the team gradually became gloomy, and finally one day, a little boy refused to say anything, but just sat on the ground crying and calling for his mother. When he shouted, the other children began to cry too.

Mr. Teach, who was also shrouded in the negative emotions of fear and loneliness, was so quarreled by the children that evil was born from the guts, and a sinful thought began to emerge - could there be a treasure like this ring in another cave? Or...... Way out?

In this way, he made up a lie and coaxed all the children to go back. The underground river, which had been gone for a long time, reappeared in front of everyone within half an hour of their return, and Mr. Teach, in order to test his guess, threw the remaining children into the river one by one......

"Oh my God!" Hua Xiaoyan covered her mouth and let out an exclamation.

"Teacher Hana! Teacher Yu! Sister Sue! Woo woo woo ~ ~~~ " At this moment, Fang Si suddenly rushed out from behind everyone and shouted vigorously, he was followed by two little friends, and the three and a half teenagers now had tears on their faces.

Miao Biao's body trembled violently after being interrupted by Hua Xiaoyan, and the essence light slowly seeped into his chaotic eyes, Zuo Zhu saw this and suddenly slashed at the back of his neck with a knife, and Miao Biao's nose suddenly spurted out two nosebleeds, and then his tall body slowly fell, slamming into the snow and splashing a piece of snow foam.

Fifth Yixuan and Su Li looked at Zuo Zhu with inquiring eyes at the same time, and after seeing him shake his head gently, they sighed helplessly. Both of them knew that with Zuo Zhu's current spiritual power, it would be difficult to ask about the fairy cave from Miao Biao's mouth.

Illusions are actually like cold viruses, and it is easy to develop resistance after failure, especially if the caster is not strong enough.

"Woo~~ Teacher Hua, they, they, they threw a child into the fish pond and was eaten by a monster......" Fang Si and the other two teenagers, you and I told Hua Xiaoyan everything they saw and heard one by one.

Hua Xiaoyan's already somewhat haggard and emaciated face became even more pale at the moment.

Seeing that Miao Biao was no longer useful, Su Li looked at Fang Silai with his eyes.

When did this teenager start to lose sight? When you get out of school? When you meet Grandma Miao? When she went to get gas?

Su Li shook her head, she really still has shortcomings, and people who don't remember it will not pay special attention. If it's the Fifth Yixuan...... Oh, he's just afraid that he will write down the little things such as when everyone left and how long they left, it's just Conan's piracy, and he started to do follow-up foreshadowing before anything happened.

**(To be continued.) )