(8) Is this cave the mine of death that the old beggar said? Zhao Xiaoming was not sure. He tried to get up, barely taking a few steps forward, and the only thing he stepped on was a pebble-sized nugget of gold, and then a streak of bones. With the help of the fluorescence of phosphorus fire on the rock face, he walked towards a wider area in the distance. Soon, he walked out of the pile of bones, and under his feet was soft sand, and if he looked closely, it was actually granular gold sand.

According to normal reasoning, the elevator tunnel that goes down vertically, and the brilliant gold nuggets full of holes, plus the bones of Bai Sensen in this hole, this should be the place that the old beggar said. However, there are no zombies here!

There was a rumbling sound in the distance. Zhao Xiaoming stood on a high ground and looked out, but saw a long white river hanging in the darkness, it roared, rushed, and the momentum was huge, boundless!

"Dark River ......"

Zhao Xiaoming was extremely excited. He knew this place must be the legendary Death Mine. So he shouted excitedly: "Old beggar, you didn't lie to me, I really saw the dark river......

After a few shouts, he suddenly sat down on the ground and began to sobble bitterly.

He knew that the people who came here never left alive. It seems that today he is no exception, and he is destined to die here.

Although he is strong-willed, he is still a child after all. After going through a lot of things, he needs to cry to vent the depression in his heart!

I heard heavy footsteps behind me, and the sound of humming and humming gasps. Looking back, I saw a group of ragged zombies surging on the banks of the dark river in the white forest.

He wiped away his tears and got up to rush forward. Since fate has pushed itself to the brink of death, it is simply desperate. Anyway, sooner or later, they will all die, and they will all become new zombies.

As soon as the left foot took a step, the right foot was grabbed.

"Dead boy, if you want to live, stay honest with me." The voice was familiar, and when I looked down, I couldn't help but be overjoyed. It turned out that what he was sitting on just now was the body of the old beggar. He was lying on the beach, his eyes half-open and half-closed, and he was looking at himself with a grin.

"Hey, old man, is it really you? Why are you here? ”

Zhao Xiaoming was overjoyed, in this terrifying realm, it was a blessing to meet a person of the same kind, not to mention that he met an acquaintance.

"Hey, hey, hey...... This site was originally Lao Tzu's, but your kid came uninvited, making the old man unprepared, and it was difficult to fulfill the friendship of the landlord, which was very embarrassing! The old beggar sat up and said with a hippie smile.

"How so? This is obviously the territory of the ancient wizard, why is it yours again? Stare and talk nonsense, beware of being heard by that zombie and eat you alive! Zhao Xiaoming threatened.

"Boy, take a closer look, isn't the old man like that ancient wizard?"

Zhao Xiaoming glanced at him casually, and suddenly startled, and his heart burst wildly! His old face changed at some point, and his skin became sallow and transparent, like a piece of straw paper pasted on a skeleton!

Zhao Xiaoming jumped far away, he had never seen such a strange incident!

"Hahahaha...... "The old beggar rolled on the ground with joy!

"Old, old man, you're really that... Is it?" Zhao Xiaoming asked timidly.

The old beggar pondered for a moment, sighed, and nodded at him.

"You should know that the old man was already a Daoist warlock as early as ancient times, although he turned into a zombie back then, but his battle spirit is not dead, and the magic spirit is not dispersed, so he can't completely get out of the human track!" He regained his original appearance and said with a sad face.

Zhao Xiaoming was shocked, and heard countless whirring sounds around him. When I looked up, I saw a lot of zombies around me, there were men and women, all of them in different shapes, but they were all standing honestly on their sides, looking honest and simple, without any malice. Zhao Xiaoming let out a long breath, and his mood slowly calmed down.

"Damn, you and I Zhao Xiaoming, Zhao Xiaoming, the eighth cadet of the Jilu Military Academy, finally can't die! Dad, I can't die, Dad......" Zhao Xiaoming thought silently in his heart. Tears fell unconsciously!

"No, no, you have to die. If you don't die this time, the people who hurt you won't give up! Therefore, in order to settle your long-cherished wish and revenge, you must die here! The old beggar said expressionlessly.

This old fellow, he knows everything I think......

Zhao Xiaoming looked at him blankly, and then squatted on the ground and cried. This is the childish and innocent nature of a young man. He had a firm belief in seeing death as his home, but when the hope of survival suddenly appeared, he would not hesitate to seize the opportunity and seek a way to live!

"Okay, don't be upset. You're starving, aren't you? When I came to me, there was no roast goose and wine to entertain, only to eat river fresh and drink Jiao blood! After speaking, the old beggar suddenly stood up, took Zhao Xiaoming's hand, and went straight to the cliff.

It was the first time he had seen such a steep cliff. Like a rock made of steel standing beside a river, the momentum of Qi Brushing is as shocking as a knife splitting an axe. There was no road on it, and there were no ropes or ladders to go up the mountain. Zhao Xiaoming hesitated, this kind of Jedi is not something that humans can conquer at all!

The old beggar seemed to know Xiao Ming's thinking, squeezed his hands tighter, and then stomped on the ground with both feet, and his body rose out of thin air like a wisp of green smoke!

"I'm flying......" Zhao Xiaoming exclaimed! His heart was beating with it!

Suddenly, the wind was hunting in my ears, and the tattered clothes on my body were also drumming with the sound of the wind! Soon, the sound of the wind faded away, and the old beggar stayed in an open area of red color.

"This is Beaver Island, the largest natural island in this dark river. At present, in this world, except for the old man, there is no second person who has landed. Today you are here, and you are the second in the world! The old beggar said while throwing Zhao Xiaoming to the ground.

"Ah, it's so hot......" As soon as Zhao Xiaoming's feet landed, he felt that the surface of the ground was as hot as the bottom of the pot. He jumped desperately upward, his body kept shaking, but the old beggar didn't seem to see it, he sat there cross-legged, his hands folded and his palms staggered, and he only heard the sound of rustling, and then a silver light came out from between his palms, and it was like a soft silk, piercing the riverbed like electricity.

After a while, the silver filament bent back, and a fresh koi fish jumped onto the shore. The old beggar laughed for a while, his palms interlaced, and the silver filament shot away quickly. Zhao Xiaoming is now like an ant on a hot pot, his feet have already been burned red, his body is dripping with hot sweat, and the brown sweat beads crackle and fall to the ground, and they evaporate in an instant.