With his hands clasped together, his withered body was very thin.

It seems that it can be broken in the wind.

A dusty monk's robe, worn on the stump, really looks like the "six-zhang golden body" enshrined in the temple. ”

It's just that the head on the shoulder was cut off alive by the spirit monkey, and only the bare shoulders remained.

It's really weird.

The platoon commander turned his head to look at me and made a gesture at me, and I suddenly woke up and saw what was happening in front of me.

It was recorded in writing and reported to the communicator's higher-level channel.

I sketched several times, for fear that I had missed some details, and hurriedly summoned my teammates next to me.

The flashlight was once again gathered on the body of this "headless dry corpse".

With a "click".

A black-and-white color image, on the upper camera of the communicator, is transmitted to the upper channel.

The device in his hand is different from the communicator on other teammates, except for some simple reports.

It also includes a variety of unexpected special features.

It can be said that the most expensive equipment of the whole team is gathered in one body.

I am also well aware that I have a great responsibility, and every time I make a mistake, I retreat at the end.

Sometimes, it will also get used to it, when the task is completed.

Take a group photo with the team.

I saved the photo I had just taken.

to print out the task when it's complete.

The platoon commander took a deep breath and said in a low voice to me, "What did the superior say?" ”

"Not yet... Response. ”

I looked at the communicator in my hand and felt a little anxious.

Team... After waiting for more than ten minutes, the platoon commander was also a little impatient.

The sound of heavy breathing.

Echoing in the empty darkness, silence returned.

"Anyway, continue the mission."

The platoon commander gave an order.

Everyone once again packed their bags and equipment and slowly headed towards the abyss.

Because of the experience just now, the whole team has learned from the past.

The mighty procession, dressed in white robes, groped their way through the abyss.

It's like a lost egret in the dark night.

Unconsciously it has descended to, 400 meters.

The air is getting muddy.

Drifting, like dust particles, detritus and residues, although no one in the team is currently in a state of hypoxia.

But in the air, the strange smell made everyone's hearts more and more uneasy, as if covered with a layer of gray mist.

The iron ladder under his feet is getting more and more dilapidated.

Step on it, "crunch".

A strange sound sounded in everyone's ears, and along the way, the entire walls of the abyss were covered with iron gates.

With our footsteps, it stretches downward.

It really is, it seems to be boundless.

I wrapped myself in a white robe, recalling the mysterious red palm prints on my comrades' legs.

Clarity comes to mind, lingering.

Suddenly.

The team in front of him stopped.

I didn't pay attention, and almost planted on the dilapidated iron ladder guardrail next to it.

A big hand grabbed my arm and pulled me back.

The abyss beneath your feet is filled with mysterious debris.

The cold sweat on his forehead slipped down in an instant, and he didn't know how much cold sweat he had shed this time.

Almost every time I am in distress, it is like taking a bath.

Brother Leng looked at me and smiled.

I could vaguely see sweat running down his cheeks.

I know, he's starting to get a little timid, too.

In the face of danger, he has already experienced a hundred battles, but it is as strange as today.

But it's really, the first time I've seen it.

With the front one, the platoon commander shouted, and the whole team immediately stopped.

A lot of rubble rolled down, taking advantage of the momentum to roll down into the abyss, but after a while, no echo could be heard.

Under the light of the flashlight, I saw that the platoon commander's face was pale.

Many team members cautiously leaned ahead.

only to find that the iron ladder under the feet had been cut off.

It's like it was built at the beginning, and when I got here.

For some reason, it stopped.

"Hummingbird, send a report to your superiors."

"A broken circuit has been found ahead, and I request to withdraw it."

The platoon commander's voice, echoing in the open space, echoed again.

The comrades-in-arms beside him sighed vaguely.

In my heart, I faintly felt the idea of retreating.

But I knew that the platoon commander did this because he didn't want everyone to be in danger.

With his character, he will never lose a big thing with a small one, let alone joke with the lives of all the team members.

"Roger."

I hurriedly responded, put my hand on the communicator, and sent a retraction signal to the superior channel.

"A minute."

"Two minutes."

"Three minutes."

I clutched my heartbeat and kept my eyes fixed on the communicator in my hand.

The sound of silence around me seems to bring time back to a halt.

"Back... Responded, the above responded. ”

I was excited, looking at the communicator in my hand, which was clearly receiving instructions from my superiors.

"What does it say?"

The platoon commander lowered his head and did not speak, after all, this was the first time in his military career that he had applied for the termination of the mission.

The morale of the whole team was somewhat depressed.

"It said, let us retreat at full speed, and report the abnormality immediately."

I announced the command message of the communicator in my hand word for word.

Following the platoon commander's command, the whole team slowly retreated backwards.

Follow the path you have just walked, step into the darkness little by little.

I looked at the pocket watch in my hand and pointed in the direction of 3:00.

Psychologically estimated that this experience had taken more than ten hours, which was terrifying.

Even though there is a shock, there is no danger.

Since I was in the back row of the line, when it came time to retreat, I was almost the first, playing in the vanguard.

The ladder shook underfoot, and gravel kept rolling down from it.

The strange smell in the air made me more and more uncomfortable, and I pulled a water bag out of my backpack and took two puffs.

Sweet water, pour into the throat.

The scenery in front of me gradually became clearer, and even the state of the body was much more comfortable.

I mustered up the energy, carrying the communication equipment in my backpack, as well as some expedition gear.

Step by step, go back.

Suddenly.

There was a chill in the air under my feet, and I was suddenly shocked into a cold sweat.

This feeling is not unfamiliar.

There are often times, just like stepping on empty steps under your feet, and your heart is chuckling.

I suddenly came to my senses, and before I could see the scenery under my feet, my whole body was like a severed stump.

Lost his balance and fell hard.

At a critical moment, Brother Leng behind me suddenly grabbed my backpack.

A little bit, two hands were dead, dragging my body.

The sudden halt of the line made the platoon commander at the rear a little uneasy.

In the dark, the dim light is very limited.

Seeing this, my comrades-in-arms on the side hurriedly took out the rope and pulled me up tightly.

I sat on the edge of a cliff with a broken ladder, gasping for air.

The abyss beneath my feet, like a gate to hell, is ready to devour my soul.

I looked at the staircase in front of me, which suddenly disappeared out of thin air.

Suddenly leaned back, shrinking his body.

The platoon leader, from the small crowd, squeezed in little by little.

When he saw the scene in front of him, he also froze in place.