A cold wind blew in his ears, and his eyes were black, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The faint light of the fire could only illuminate the area half a meter in front of him, and refracted on the polished stone bricks on the ground, refracting bursts of ghostly light.

There seemed to be no end to it, and no matter how carefully I reached out and touched it, I never found the edge.

If I calculated according to my own steps, I had walked nearly two or three hundred steps since I entered the door, and such a range and blurred vision made it difficult for me to imagine at all.

What a vast dark space I am in.

The pent-up feeling in my heart was on the verge of limiting, and I even began to retreat, trying to exit the door according to the original footprints.

But when he turned around, he couldn't see the location of the bronze door when he came, and there was a dead silence around him.

The body was like falling into the sea, and a deep and unknown sense of depression permeated my heart, as if I was overwhelmed by the sea water in all directions.

Only the faint wind swept across the bare skin of the body, bringing a biting chill.

I couldn't help but start walking back, but I didn't expect that after taking two steps, I suddenly almost tripped over something unknown.

When he looked up, the flaming torch accidentally fell to the ground, illuminating a strangely shaped black shadow in the darkness.

The hollowed-out pattern was refracted on the ground through the firelight, as if it were the shape of a strange human face, and I cautiously walked towards the position illuminated by the firelight.

Finally picked up the torch, only to find that I don't know when it started, and a small Fang Ding suddenly appeared behind the footsteps he had just walked.

This big tripod is rectangular and four-legged, and the four sides of the new are engraved with strange patterns, and the most frightening thing for me is the strange face pattern with closed eyes on the big ding.

Reflecting the firelight, the uneven patterns were refracted on the ground, as if there was really an inexplicable face secretly watching me.

This can't help but remind me of the more than forty weird bronze figures found in the tomb of Concubine Jin, and the heavy big ding.

It seems that every strange thing he has experienced is inextricably linked with Ding, and he has also encountered Bronze Ding in the Panshan with the fat man.

The thoughts in my mind flowed backwards, and I remembered that the first time I found Da Ding, it was after the entire army of the Spirit Removal Team was wiped out.

The army finally opened a tunnel 800 meters underground, and the sappers discovered that there was something incredible hidden in the abyss under the detection of metal equipment, and finally brought in heavy cranes to lift nine large tripods of different shapes from the endless abyss.

Some are round three-legged tripods, while others are rectangular four-legged square tripods seen before.

I suddenly seemed to be brought into the deep memories of the scene in front of me, and the ancient ding, as a sacrificial vessel of the ancients, has a pivotal position in all dynasties.

Looking at the big tripod covered with simple and strange patterns in front of me, I felt a strange feeling in my heart that I had never felt before, but I vaguely felt that I seemed to be one step closer to the truth I wanted to know.

The biting chill permeated the surroundings, which was thousands of meters underground, and the temperature was even colder than the rainy season in the mountains of Xiangxi.

After discovering this big ding, I simply abandoned the idea of returning the same way according to the iron gate, took out the remaining half of the compressed dry food in my arms, sat down in front of the torch and nibbled on it.

I couldn't help but worry about Suchak's safety, but when I thought of him, I hurried into the iron door as if I had hit an evil spirit.

It seems that since then, he has become a little unusual, could it be that he has really evolved the ability to sense the breath of other people.

That's why I desperately went into here to find the whereabouts of my daughter.

Nibbling on the slightly moldy and spoiled dry food of the Japanese army, I felt a little dry after a while, in fact, since I came to the underground tunnel.

What worries me the most is what to do after I drink up the water I carry, but I didn't expect this question to be fulfilled a few days ago.

And with perseverance, he drank the water droplets filtered out of the underground rock formations in a daze, and he lived to this day.

If you can have a bowl of refreshing spring water at this time, you will definitely be able to cheer up your tired body.

I know that thinking about this now is like looking at Mei to quench your thirst and talking about a dream, but what I didn't expect in the next second is.

There was a strange sound of water flowing in the big ding, this sound was extremely terrifying, but after subdividing it, it really seemed to be a drop of water, "ticking tock" and falling low in the ding.

One can't help but provoke conjecture.

I couldn't help but swallow my saliva, could it be that there was really edible water hidden in Dingli, and after getting up and looking at Dingzhongli, the scene in front of me almost scared me to the ground.

At this time, at the bottom of Fang Ding, there was really a half bowl of clear water in a container that I didn't know what container to hold, the reason why it was said to be clear water.

It's because the liquid in the bowl is so clear and shiny under my torch that I can't control the urge to drink it.

The restless body is more parched by a certain hint of the mind.

I first calmed down, dipped my finger in a little water and put it in my mouth to taste, and finally believed that it was really clear water before pouring it into my mouth.

It wasn't until I drank the water in Dingli that my body, which had been dehydrated, gradually recovered.

I couldn't help but look at this strange Fang Ding, and I felt more and more indescribable weirdness in my heart, but what was wrong, I couldn't explain it for a while.

The cold wind blew through the door, and even the torch in my hand seemed to be about to go out, and this time I finally decided to find the exit before the torch in my hand burned out completely.

It's never too late to come in after you have all the tools in the tunnel.

Unexpectedly, when he left Dading, he walked alone in the dark environment, and he couldn't find the crack of the bronze door when he first came.

I don't know how long it has passed, and during this period, I seem to have hit a ghost from time to time, and I will eventually return to the surroundings of Dading.

And when I subconsciously feel thirsty, there will always be a bowl of water in Dingli to support me to continue to live.

Gradually, I became a little scared, and after some time, the torch was completely extinguished.

It seems that I have gradually adapted to the environment in front of me in the dark, and my fear of this mouth has gradually disappeared, and I even gradually feel magical.

This seems to be a mouthful of responsive ding, who would have thought that in the deep ancient tombs that a large group of little devils gave up digging for some reason a few decades ago, such a mouthful of dings would be hidden.

I even couldn't help but speculate in my heart that the group of little devils who worked so hard to dig the tunnel back then would be just for the treasure in front of them.

Although this idea is somewhat naïve and unrealistic, it also proves in the following period that it is not the Ding that has mysterious powers, but this unknown and strange space.

This is also when my nightmares gradually began.