Darkness, always endless darkness, Lao Dao no longer knows how many times he woke up, he felt like a nightmare, one would wake up, and the other would fall into a deep sleep and enter the terrifying world.

This time Lao Dao woke up again, he was awakened by the thirsty almost cracked lips and the rumbling of his stomach, he opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbidity, there was darkness in his vision, he didn't know where this was, he didn't know why he came here, Lao Dao just vaguely remembered that the last light was on the edge of a riverbed next to the Public Security Bureau, he was chasing a yellow gas, and finally the gas disappeared on the surface of the river, he came to the river, so he woke up next and was already in the dark space,

Although Lao Dao tried his best to open his eyes and look at the environment around him, it was too dark, no matter how big he opened his eyes, he couldn't see a trace of light, and his whole body was like being wrapped in thick ink.

He sniffed and smelled a fishy smell, this smell was very familiar to Lao Dao, this is the smell he once smelled by the river in Hongbo Park, and he also chased this smell.

Reaching out and touching it, it was smooth, wet, a bit like a muddy cave, Lao Dao wanted to shout at anyone, but his newly opened mouth slowly closed again, he felt that he couldn't do this, it was obvious that the environment he was in was closely related to that monster, otherwise the smell would not be so strong, since this was the case, then everything he did had to be done carefully, and it must not attract the attention of that guy.

Lao Dao didn't know if he was caught by that monster or if he broke in unconsciously, but one thing is certain, that is, his life is safe, and it also means that he is safe, at least for now.

The old way has been mixed with the rivers and lakes for many years, naturally he is not a master who is tied up, he has seen some winds and waves over the years, although there are some braggarts in the magic attainments, but after all, there are still some, absolutely better than nothing.

Generally, in an environment without a sense of direction, the ability to identify the direction of the old Tao is generally the compass, but now the numbers on the compass can not be seen at all, so the compass has lost its value, he has also touched the mobile phone in his pocket, but the mobile phone has already run out of power and turned off, it seems that he has been here for a short time, his mobile phone can be on standby for two or three days.

The dark environment was very quiet, and the old man pricked up his ears to listen, hoping to be able to listen to the voice, but unfortunately he didn't hear any sound for a long time, as if the environment was vacuum.

This is strange, what kind of crypt cave can achieve the slightest sound, it stands to reason that even if the breeze blows or the air is convection, there is always some sound in the cave, why is there no sound in the environment.

Lao Dao lay on the ground and put his ears to the ground to listen carefully, but he couldn't hear anything except his heavy wheezing and the beating of his heart.

Since there is no reference to help, then it can only be based on feeling, Lao Dao stood straight in the dark and pondered for a moment, then turned around and whispered, walking in this direction, believing that he was right, he took out a peach wood dagger from his pocket and moved forward step by step.

But before he had taken a few steps away, the old man's foot touched something fleshy, he was startled, hurriedly took a few steps back, squatted down, held the peach wood dagger tightly in his hand, and said, "Who are you?" ”

The sound was very small, like a mosquito whispering softly in the ear on a summer night, the originally silent cave seemed to be quieter again, the other party did not answer, and Lao Dao could feel that the other party did not move, although he could not see the other party.

An uneasiness slowly surged up in his heart, and Lao Dao suddenly became a little anxious, he felt that the illusion he was in was not as simple as himself, maybe it was complicated, but in any case, his primary purpose was to figure out the fleshy identity in the dark.

Lao Dao raised his voice and asked: "Who are you, who are you and who are you, if you don't say anything else, I will stab you with a knife." ”

The other party still didn't answer, leaving a silent silence for Lao Dao, so Lao Dao pinched the trick in his left hand, held a peachwood sword in his right hand, and recited the exorcism spell in his mouth.

The first thing to touch the soft thing was naturally the peach wood dagger, through the touch of the tip of the dagger, Lao Dao had already felt that this thing was soft, and like human skin, he would sink down a point if he poked it forward.

Lao Dao's heart was crossed, and he poked the peach wood dagger into it hard, only to hear a popping sound, and the tip of the knife seemed to pierce a layer of epidermis and pierced into the skin.

A roar sounded violently in the darkness, making Lao Daozhen's ears buzz, and his brain was dizzy, and then Lao Dao felt a hot smell with a fishy smell very clearly rushing towards him, just like a person close to his ear in winter.

Lao Dao was very sure that there was a huge creature right in front of him this time, and it was almost face to face with him, so it would be a little more time to run away before this behemoth went berserk.

Crawling backwards with both hands and feet, but soon the cold wall was touched behind him, which showed that this space was very narrow, and Lao Dao felt flustered in his heart, calculating the distance, there should be a difference of ten meters from the behemoth at present, and this distance is not enough to keep it safe.

However, what made Lao Dao a little strange was that this behemoth didn't seem to have any intention of attacking, he was still in place, constantly letting out a low whimper.

This low, breathless whimper is a bit like when a dog is injured, could this guy be injured, it should be.

Thinking of this, Lao Dao's exhausted heart was much more comfortable, he leaned against the wall behind him and whispered: "I didn't mean to offend you, I'm also a victim, I don't know how to wake up to your mansion, you have pity on me, treat me as a fart!" ”

After speaking, Lao Dao listened attentively, found that the other party did not have any angry appearance, and continued: "I see that you are injured, I have been walking the rivers and lakes for decades, and I know a little about medical skills, if you don't hurt me, I am willing to let me out, I am willing to heal you." ”

A voice like standing on the hillside and shouting with his mouth covered came, shaking the old road again, covering his ears in pain.

"You can't save me, and I can't save you"

When his aftermath disappeared completely, Lao Dao took out a few charms from the cloth bag, kneaded them into a paper ball, put them in his ears on both sides, and then said gently: "Don't worry, big brother, I am an old Taoist, I have walked the rivers and lakes for decades, not only know a little about medical skills, but also understand some spells, as long as you let me out, I will not break my word, I can set up a letter as proof." ”

"Hehe, you and I are both prisoners, how can you let you go?"

Lao Dao was stunned for a moment, and the behemoth on the other side said that he was also a prisoner, could it be that he was also imprisoned, just like himself.

"What do you mean, big man, you made it clear, didn't you bring me here, why are you also a prisoner?" Lao Dao shook the peach wood dagger in his hand as he spoke, once he angered the other party, this peach wood dagger to ward off evil spirits might be able to resist it.