This made me a little confused, if this woman is really Kui Xue's mother, then she is too young! Even if people are well maintained now, it is impossible that there has been no change at all for more than 40 years, and it will always be the same as when it was an eighteen-year-old girl?

But if this woman is not Kui Xue's mother, it doesn't make sense, because she and the Huo Qiyun in the photo are almost carved out of the same mold, and even the black mole on the corner of her right eye is exactly the same. And she was still clutching this canvas bag when she was dying, wasn't it because of this precious group photo inside?

But at this point, the question comes back to her, since she is Kui Xue's mother, why do she still wear a human skin mask? What is it to sneak here alone? And why did he suddenly drown?

I couldn't figure it out when I thought about it, and the cold bench patted me on the shoulder, telling me not to think so much, the boat was naturally straight to the bridge, and I might understand if I had the opportunity to ask Kui Xue.

Speaking of Kui Xue, although I don't want to see her, but after all, the deceased is the greatest, no matter whether this woman is Kui Xue's mother or not, but she must be a person who is related to her, we should bring these relics back to Kui Xue, and the cold bench also has this intention.

These trivial things are not convenient to hold in my hands, I tried to break Huo Qiyun's hand, her five fingers grasped the backpack strap very tightly, I spent a lot of effort, I wanted to break them one by one, after trying a few times, I found that it was not at all, the joints and muscles in her hands have been stiffened, unless her entire right hand is also cut off and taken away.

Somehow, all of a sudden, the image of Kui Xue seeing her mother's severed palm popped up in front of my eyes, and she was crying very, very sadly...... I think anyone who sees the remains of their loved ones will be in pain...... So, we have to find another way to do this.

I was just thinking about it, when my afterglow suddenly flashed, I saw Leng Bench holding a shiny dagger and slashing towards Huo Qiyun's palm. I was shocked, and I said that this cold bench was too unkind, but after thinking about it, he and Kui Xue had met once, and he didn't even say a word, and he wasn't any favor.

I hurriedly stretched out my hand to stop him, shook my head at him, and gestured on Huo Qiyun's wrist again, meaning to say, "This method doesn't work, let's think about it again." ”

The cold bench looked at me with a very strange look, as if he was looking at an idiot, and the next second, the white light flashed in the corner of his eye, and I saw his hand up and down, not even a second, and I didn't even see the blade clearly, I saw a phantom flickering, and the strap of the military backpack was broken.

I was stunned, and immediately embarrassed, I was really fucking pig-brained, I couldn't figure out such a simple question, just cut the backpack belt? , it's a shame to be thrown home.

We simply tidied up and decided to continue downstream, the water temperature here has reached more than 40 degrees, hotter than bath water, cold sweat and hot sweat on the body, uncomfortable.

I took one last look at Huo Qiyun, she estimated that it would start to rot in a few hours in this place, it was a pity that she had such a good look. The cold bench has already dived down to explore the way, and shook the flashlight below to tell me to hurry up, I bowed to Huo Qiyun, and said sorry in my heart, I can't take her out with her, and go to the ground for peace, because the two of us don't know if we can get out alive now, in case we die in a stinky place, full of poisonous snakes and bugs, and even affect the beauty, then it is really a crime that deserves death.

The cold bench shook the flashlight at me again, I plunged down, the water temperature below was obviously much cooler than above, it was really comfortable to soak in it, and the deeper the dive, the smaller the water waves caused by the fire unicorn hitting the water surface, diving to the position of the cold bench, the lake water was almost very calm.

The cold bench shone the flashlight around, and I was immediately taken aback, it turned out that there was a hole under this lake! As the old saying goes, it's really "the mountains and rivers are full of doubts, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village".

In front of us is a long tunnel under the lake, built against the mountain, as if to lead into the mountain, and the most incredible thing is that this tunnel reflects a light brown light under the illumination of the flashlight.

My mind spun fast, and bits and pieces flashed through me, and I compared to the cold bench: "This fuck, it seems to be mica!" ”

Mica is a rock-forming mineral, insulation, high temperature resistance, acid and alkali resistance, mostly used in industry, a small amount can also be used in medicine, the main treatment of muscle rigidity, cold and brain fever, as well as longevity and so on. It was in my professional class that I was first exposed to this substance.

The cold bench didn't seem to be interested in any of this, beckoning me to hurry up, and I suddenly thought of my junior brother, who studied geography, and would be overjoyed to find such a large area of natural mica.

We changed our breath with the "gills", hit the head on the cold bench, and after I broke off, we continued to swim to the depths. We swam for about fifteen minutes, and there was no word all the way, when the cold bench in front of me suddenly stopped, and my heart tightened, and I thought I had encountered something messy again.

My heart sank, damn it, which grandson said that the road to heaven is endless, and I have to reason with him after I go down. At this time, the cold bench suddenly dragged me, I turned my head to look, and found that his flashlight was hitting the rock wall in front of me, and the mica here should be a kind of phlogopite, which was crystal clear and sparkling under the illumination of the flashlight.

If I'm not mistaken, phlogopite is generally concentrated in Sichuan, Xinjiang, and Inner Mongolia in China, but I didn't expect it to be found in Shaanxi, or under the lake.

But now that life and death are present, I really don't have the leisure to appreciate any mica or non-mica, even if we are facing a big gold mine now, we have no life to take it away, let alone a flower! I waved my hand at the cold bench and told him to cultivate himself and not bother Lao Tzu.

At this time, the cold bench suddenly made a move, which really scared me, and I thought that this kid couldn't think of self-harm. I saw the five fingers of his right hand together, and he slammed into the mica in a daze, and then, right in front of my eyes, his palm disappeared at once.

I know that the cold bench is definitely not the kind of person who will joke with you casually, so I immediately became nervous, and when I looked closely, it turned out that there was a palm-wide slit in the middle of the ore! The murmuring water inside is connected to the lake outside, and the light was dim before, so I was careless and didn't notice it in time.

I immediately thought of the cracks in the walls that I had encountered that would crack on their own, and although this place was far beyond the underground scope of the Emerald Hills, the rock structure belonged to a series after all, and maybe the rock walls here had similar ingenuity.

Thinking of this, I was already so excited that I had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly remembered that I still had a map, and I hurriedly turned it out. Luckily, it's human-like and the ink is a waterproof ink that won't fade.

As soon as the cold bench saw the map in my hand, his eyes immediately lit up, which made me feel a sense of accomplishment. I pointed to the line of small characters in the upper right corner: Knock on the wall, two by two, a total of four groups, for open, three or three in a group, a total of three groups, for off.

Without waiting for the cold bench to signal, I shook the flashlight back, the butt of the tube was facing up, and I was about to knock it first, but if it didn't work, I would talk about it. At this moment, the cold bench suddenly stopped me, and pointed to something under the small print.

I looked at it, and my heart immediately chuckled, cold sweat broke out in my palms, and my heart said, fortunately, the cold bench is fast. It turned out that there were a few words under the small print, which read: Remember, don't be wrong, there will be a big disaster.

I suddenly remembered that when I was in the red-glowing jade tunnel, I seemed to have punched before I hit the wall, so I knocked two times four and then added one, that is, nine times, no wonder the mechanism was opened downwards in the end, it turned out that the problem was here.

After knocking four times, the ground suddenly cracked, and the person fell into the quicksand layer, presumably because of the wrong number of knocks.

The cold bench probably figured this out, and looked at me and became more cautious. After we entered here, no one touched or knocked on the rock wall, only the palm inserted into the crack when the cold bench found the crack just now, but it did not directly touch the ore on both sides, so it should not be counted as the first time.

I cheered him up with the cold bench with my eyes, telling him to relax, anyway, the soldiers will come to block the water and cover the earth, and the matter has come to this point, no matter what he does, it is better than waiting for death here. I haven't eaten a bite since two days ago, I'm so hungry that my chest is close to my back, I'm dizzy from time to time, I haven't slept either, my whole body is full of mouths, and I'm almost all supported by a thought when I come here.

The physical condition of the cold bench is similar to mine, and even the physical exertion is more than mine, so I guess what I think about is his mother's early death and early superbirth. After knocking on the four sets twice, we stared intently, calmly, but tormentedly staring at the crack in the wall.

One-second, two-second, three-second, four-second, five-second...... I counted until the two hundred and thirty seconds, and my eyes were sore, and tears were pouring out, and the crack in the wall was still standing still, damn it, nothing happened.