Pang Tong took a deep breath, and the rope was already tied to his body. His heart was not full of courage, and part of it had been left to fear. Or rather, fear itself is the aborigines within him, and he is going to drive them away. He walked to the well and looked at the endless darkness at the mouth of the well, and it seemed that there was a devil watching over him. Almost for a moment, he wanted to back down. But it would be shameless to do that.

His foot stepped over, one hand propped up on the edge, and the other foot was in the well, and he told him to be careful. The crowd nodded. "I'm coming, fear." His butt left the well, and the whole person fell into the well, vacating the air. The rope was placed on the wellhead. Pang Tong said: "I saw it carefully, if there are traces of the rope breaking, stop immediately!" His voice slammed upwards and deeper into the space known as the "Hades" below.

"Good!" The people above spoke in unison.

"Let's go." Pang Tong said. The rope began to come down, his body slowly falling, and he could hear his own strong heartbeat.

After about ten meters, the surroundings became empty, and he had left the space of the well, in what should have been a huge, ignorant area underground. Dark, invisible, chilling. Pang Tong felt that the devil seemed to be poking his hand over at any moment, and he was afraid.

The surroundings are blackened.

His hand was on the sword, the rope still drooping, and his body gradually sinking into the ground. The surrounding undercurrents surged, the black air currents in the infinite silence of the space, bringing the sense of fear to a climax. It seemed to have fallen to a certain limit, and Pang Tong felt that he might be swallowed by some monster at any time. Perhaps he was now being sent to the massive mouth of the monster that was eyeing him, and the sharp teeth gnawed him apart in an instant—

Fear reached its point with the sound of landing, and his body trembled, his teeth clenching and his masseter muscles aching. I can't see the ink color of my fingers. He didn't move. Fear had drilled out of all the pores, and he had reached his limit, helplessly lingering in an unknown world. Tremblingly, he unwrapped the package and removed the kerosene stick inside, the pungent smell immediately making him realize that he was still alive. The rope was still drooping, and the people above had no idea that he had arrived. And he didn't dare to scream, he was afraid that if he screamed, the monster found his place and told him to swallow it. Maybe he's surrounded by now. There were so many grains of sand under my feet that it barely reached the instep. No, he sensed that he was already standing on a desert-like substance. Could it be the constant fall of sand in the air above? Maybe it's possible.

He laid his burden on the ground, put the stick under his armpit, and struck saltpeter with trembling hands, and sparks splashed, and kerosene greedily sucked them and burned. He immediately took the fire stick in his hand, his clenched teeth began to tremble, and the surrounding area was empty. After seeing the fire, the person above stopped the action of putting the rope.

With only a faint point of light in the infinite darkness, he could see objects within a distance of about ten zhang around him, but the clearest one was still within five zhang. He had realized from the moment that he had stepped on something uneven, and he felt a little scared and didn't care. He lifted his feet, crouched down, and dug the sand with the other hand. He could finally take a closer look at what it was—"Ah! The voice he called out to his heart. It's a human leg bone.

Pale and pale, he was constantly frightened, and his heart was full of bitterness. He pushed the sand away little by little with his hands, and slowly carried out the work. Soon a white skeleton lay at his feet. His face was covered in sweat and his liner was completely soaked. This must have been the man who dug the well, and he had also dug up a shovel with a metal head and a broken stick. The fire sticks that were thrown down yesterday lay peacefully on the sand. He took a deep breath and realized that the air here was very cool, similar to the underground caverns of the Five Lamps Cave. The fear that the river beast was around made him tremble, and he was afraid, afraid to hear that horrible, piercing cry.

He stared motionlessly into the darkness, the sand in the range of the firelight, and there was nothing suspicious. He looked up and saw a shadow swaying, revealing the sun's rays from time to time, sometimes blocking the light throughout his body. But these white perspectives are too weak to reign supreme in this dark space. The figure gradually fell, and Pang Tong waited for the arrival of friendly troops. He whispered into the darkness, "My reinforcements are coming." "It seems to be showing off his might, but in fact, he is further overcoming his fears.

The outside is hot, but the inside is crisp and moist air.

The first person fell to his side, and he happily saw Dian Wei, who was the most trustworthy. The big man looked around at the darkness, his expression majestic in the firelight, and he was not afraid of the darkness at all. Pang Tong wanted to tell him, "I've overcome my fear!" ”

It's a pity that the fact is that it has been overcome for now, and he still retains that room for fear of some potential threats.

After Dian Wei arrived, time seemed to have changed quickly. The soldiers fell one by one, and Pang Tong was surrounded by them, becoming more and more at ease. At this point, he felt that it was too pediatric. Because he had already faced the greatest fears, at least then he was able to sustain his mind and overcome the silence of Hades.

The torches were lit, and the surrounding desert revealed his nasty body. Someone sighed endlessly: "It's sand again." His grumbling was loud from the silence here, and he immediately straightened up, realizing that he was talkative. In the presence of the commander-in-chief, ordinary soldiers are not allowed to talk nonsense.

"Why is it still a desert?" Pang Tong asked the darkness. "It's obviously underground, it shouldn't be like this, could it be that somewhere?" Nothing but a weak close-up echo. But one thing is good, at this time he has dared to challenge the endless darkness with a voice.

He said to his subordinates again, "Be careful, we are not familiar with this place. ”

Many people are indeed a little apprehensive. Some people even think that Pang Tong is really a peerless hero, daring to be the first to go to such a ghost place. yes, the hero who was still trembling at first.

They started moving around, but everyone didn't get too far away. In the desert buried in darkness, he searches for different things. The process makes their hearts flutter and they are full of freshness. Step on the soft sand, walk step by step, and watch.

"Your Excellency!"

A voice of curiosity swelled, the soldier called. Pang Tong looked over, and the soldier pointed to the ground from a distance of three zhang. In order to see there clearly, Pang Tong took a closer look, he gasped, he couldn't believe his eyes, it turned out to be a square stone, this is not something that nature can polish, it is obviously an artificial craft.

"You go over."

Pang Tong said immediately. The soldier complied, headed north, and then he stood still. The soldier screamed. Pang Tong saw very clearly, and it was a square stone block protruding from the sand. The others also gathered, all watching curiously. Pang Tong said: "Dig up the sand around these stones for me." Since they had not thought about digging beforehand, they did not bring shovels. Now it's all by hand. Gradually, a heavy silhouette appeared underneath the stone, and one side stretched into it, and the ground was paved with stone. Pang Tong groaned, "God! It's a wall battlement! Walls! ”

Dian Wei was stunned. The soldiers were amazed, how could there be something like a city wall in such an underground. But Pang Tong was convinced that this was the city wall. Pang counted the width and length of the wall at his feet.

He walked on the sand side of the sand and continued north. After a while, he was convinced that the wall was slightly inclined and that this design was unreasonable. It should be caused by the tilt of the ground.

Then there was a smell that had just been ignored, a little greasy, a little pungent. He walked step by step, and the people behind him followed closely. The black, ink-like thing crouched on the ground in front of me, and seemed to move. Pang Tong swallowed and paused nervously, he was sure that he would not be mistaken, this black thing was familiar. He stretched out the torch, and the flames that swayed upwards touched the black. The burning oil at first only formed a fiery outline in front of him, however, it moved rapidly, finding a way to wander around in curving lines, igniting everything around it. In particular, the oil that constantly seeps out of the cracks in the vast wall surface turns into flames and forms a unique "mural". Half of the cavern was illuminated by the black substance, which was also oil, as bright as day.

Pang Tong and the others, who had been holding their breath just now, looked at everything in front of them in amazement. The oil that flows from the rock castle runs around here, leaving its own lines, and then subsuming into other rock castles. Now, it has become the light in the space.

"Ahh

Deeply exclaimed. Pang Tong's heart was a city half buried by the desert. The gorgeous figure of a giant with half a body in the sand is still alive is intimidating. Buildings that rise like fortresses protrude from the surface. The city is incomplete, and half of him must have been broken by something.

"How so, this is underground."

Dian Wei couldn't help but say it. The taciturn man had never been so taken aback and seemed to be thrown into another dimension. He even thought that this might be Hades.