"Wicker"

Zhang Yi rushed over, but then he immediately stopped his steps urgently, and his body swayed back and forth a few times before he could barely stand firm, and in the weeds more than a person high in front of him, a huge crack about three meters long and one meter wide appeared in front of his eyes.

I don't know how this crack was formed, but it took on the shape of a curved crescent, with a wide middle and tapering and sharp ends.

If this is a crescent moon, it should be a strange and terrifying crescent, because it is deep and invisible, hiding in the grass in the dark, like a giant python with its bloody mouth open and waiting to devour all the prey that is sent.

Zhang Yi was anxious in his heart, he lay on the edge of the cave and kept shouting the name of the wicker inside, and the old Tao also helped shout together, but only heard the voices of the two echoing with each other in the cracks, but there was no echo of the wicker.

The little bird is gone, the wicker is gone, Zhang Yi instantly became extremely depressed, he suddenly remembered what Lao Dao said before, there is a catastrophe today, is this catastrophe really coming.

Lao Dao took out a thousand paper cranes folded with yellow table paper from his pocket.

"This thousand paper cranes were left to me by my master, there are only two in total, one for me and the other for my senior brother, it is made of the face paper of the corpse, and it is made of the face paper of the kind of person who is shot with great evil. It can cross yin and yang, ignoring the enchantment, and it was originally left by me as a lifesaver, but I drank it for the sake of the wicker brothers. ”

Lao Dao was very excited, and he looked heartbroken. Zhang Yi was very grateful, and he gently patted Lao Dao on the shoulder to express his gratitude.

Lao Dao pinched the crane with his middle and index fingers, then muttered a spell to the crane, and finally lit it with a lighter. "Up"

The thousand paper cranes flew up with a beam of light and entered the black crack, and the light grew smaller and smaller as it progressed, until it finally disappeared completely.

"Don't worry, it will return to report to me the following situation before it burns out completely," Lao Dao comforted Zhang Yi.

The two of them stood on the edge of the crack and looked at the dark crack, their eyes unblinking, they were expecting, hoping that the little bit of fire would appear again in the black crack.

"Coming, coming" Lao Dao shouted excitedly, he was like a child dancing and guiding Zhang Yi to watch.

A faint flickering fire slowly rose from the cracks of the darkness, and though it seemed so pale and weak under the endless darkness, it was the spark that gave them hope.

The paper crane flew out of the crack and only had a pointed mouth, and the rest of it had been burned in the darkness, and it seemed to use its last breath of strength to fly to the far right end of the crack, and then completely burned out into some gray paper ash that swirled in the wind and flew into the sky, flying towards the vast sky.

"There, the thousand paper cranes told us that there was something or an answer we wanted there." After Lao Dao finished speaking, he took the lead and walked to the right end of the crack, the place where the thousand paper cranes finally disappeared.

Zhang Yi also followed, and they looked carefully at the crescent tip at the right end of the crack, and suddenly found a huge stone slab in the grass.

Looking closely at the slate, it is obvious that this should not be an ordinary slate, because there are traces of artificial polishing on it, but when has this been polished, this is beyond the scope of Zhang Yi's knowledge.

"Come on, old man, take a hand"

After Lao Dao sighed, he grabbed the side of the slate with Zhang Yi and lifted it hard, and the slate overturned to the side, and a swarthy hole appeared in front of him.

"It wasn't a crescent shape, and this garden cave was more like a sickle," Lao Dao kept looking at the dark hole.

Zhang Yi leaned down next to the black hole and brought a lighter to Lao Dao, illuminating the wellhead as much as possible, hoping to discover some secrets.

Suddenly he seemed to see something, put his hand into the black hole, and dragged something out of the hole in a moment,

"Rope ladder", Lao Dao couldn't help but shout.

Zhang Yi looked at it and found that there was indeed a rope ladder in his hand, one end of which was fixed to the edge of the inside of the hole, while the other end was immersed in bottomless darkness.

The rope of the rope ladder is made of thick hemp rope, and the top is smooth and clean, which indicates that people often use this rope ladder to climb up and down.

Zhang Yi tried to pull the rope ladder with his hand, and found that it was very strong, "Old Dao, we will use this rope ladder to go down now to save the wicker and the bird." ”

Lao Dao probe looked at the black hole that was constantly bubbling outwards and couldn't help but shudder, he was about to refuse Zhang Yi to say some excuses such as being afraid of the dark and being afraid of heights, but seeing that Zhang Yi had already drowned most of his body in the dark, he gritted his teeth and decided to take a desperate gamble.

Lao Dao kept rummaging through his backpack, and after a while, he found a strong flashlight from his backpack, and handed it to Zhang Yi, who was about to be completely submerged in the black hole.

Zhang Yi took the flashlight and looked at Lao Dao's backpack with a curious expression, he felt that his backpack seemed to be a Qiankun bag, and there were all the treasures in it.

The two of them climbed down the rattan ladder one after the other, and the deeper they went, they found that the cold became more and more pressing, and the rock wall became more and more humid, with a fishy smell.

Every time they climbed a section, Zhang Yi took a flashlight and looked around, and the pillar of light emitted by the flashlight was like a golden rod that went straight to the bottom of the hole, and he didn't see the bottom, it was still just darkness, could it be that this hole was leading to hell.

The two of them crawled intermittently for nearly an hour, but they still didn't see the end, and the entrance of the cave became like a star in the dark.

After all, Lao Dao was a little older, he gradually felt physically exhausted, he stopped and looked up at the hole like a star, and then looked at the abyss under his feet that he didn't know when he would reach the end, and was as depressed as a deflated ball.

His hands trembled a little as he grasped the sides of the rope ladder, and his legs swayed as if disobediently.

Zhang Yi felt the severity of the situation from the violent shaking of the ladder, and he shone the flashlight on Lao Dao's body, "Lao Dao, hold on, it's almost there"

When Zhang Yi said that his voice was very low when he was about to arrive, he was weak-hearted, because he didn't know when it would end.

But what can they do now, go up, it's far from the entrance of the cave, now their physical strength has been seriously depleted, go down, this is a road with a question mark, I don't know when it will end, and their physical strength doesn't know how long to hold on.

At this moment, a cold, creepy laugh floated in the darkness, which seemed to be the laughter of a child.

Then a laugh turned into a lot of laughter, and this laughter was like the tide at high tide, surging in the darkness Peng Bai and the others came towards Zhang Yi and the others.

The two of them felt like their eardrums were about to burst, but they could only cover their ears with one hand, while the other hand had to firmly grasp the rope ladder.

Daxian seemed to smell a smell, he sniffed hard to distinguish the smell, and couldn't help but be surprised, this was rosin, and there was a faint smell of corpse oil in it.

"Corpse oil rosin incense robbery, it seems that there is a Taoist scum here who is using evil magic to control ghosts, it seems that today we are more auspicious!"

Lao Dao's words were very affirmative and cried, and it seemed that the situation was indeed not good.

As soon as Lao Dao's voice fell, he felt the rope ladder under him shake violently and shake.

In the dark, the rope ladder kept rolling and shaking in the dark hole like a big worm trying to shake off what it hated.

Zhang Yi and Lao Dao nervously grabbed the rope ladder, but they missed the flashlight in the violent hole.

The flashlight rolled and fell down in the dark hole with a pillar of light, silent, seemingly endless.

Suddenly, Zhang Yi felt his body tremble violently, as he seemed to feel a pair of cold, piercing hands grabbing his ankles.