"This moving lower body" was circling beside me.

**'s feet, stepping on the stone steps covered with blood, made a burst of echoes.

I covered my mouth with my hands, not daring to show any breath for fear of attracting his attention.

It wasn't until a moment later that he shuddered, took a stride, and disappeared into the unknown darkness.

The hand that was tightly covering his mouth suddenly let go.

The smell of blood poured madly into my mouth, but at the moment I didn't care.

"Whew...... Call.... ”

The sound of heavy breathing echoed in the dark passages.

I stretched out my hand and tried to calm my heaving chest, the terrible image in my mind lingering like a nightmare.

I don't know if that's still a "person".

But that scene is really a bit out of my cognition.

Look at the unknown darkness that spreads with blood under your feet.

I hesitated a few times, but in the end I chose to follow cautiously.

After all, in this underground fortification, there is weirdness everywhere.

There are a lot of traps outside, and maybe it's even more dangerous than here.

I turned on the brightness of the wolf's eye flashlight to the maximum, regardless of how long the remaining power could last.

I just want a warm light that can give me a little comfort in the dark.

I squinted my eyes and groped my way in the darkness little by little.

A sharp dagger stuck in the waist.

The blood that spread under his feet "ticked and ticked" down the steps, dripping everywhere.

In the pool of blood, there were a pair of foot prints clearly.

I held my back and tried hard not to think about the horrible sights and thoughts.

The stone steps at your feet faded into the darkness, as if endlessly.

Trembling, I pressed my body against the wall, and walked down little by little, slowly but cautiously.

Compared with the corridor above, it is a little wider, and the stone crevices are mixed with various mineral rock formations, which are colorful and fluorescent in the dark.

I walked down the underground steps as if I was in a tunnel to hell.

I just feel that in the dark, those colorful points of light are like the eyes of resentful ghosts.

As I walked, staring at me closely.

Until the blood under his feet thickened a little bit, and the scene in front of him was accompanied by boundless darkness, and suddenly opened up.

At the end of the stone stairs is a huge space.

I pinched my cheek, resisted the fatigue in all parts of my body, and held up my flashlight in the dark.

The light is faint and the visibility is not very large, but it is enough to prove that it is very open.

It was so open that I couldn't help but be a little jaw-dropping.

Coming at you were piles of rocks, accompanied by artificially carved cracks in the ground.

The bloody footprint was gone, but that didn't make me let my guard down.

I walked little by little, and the dagger in my palm was soaked with sweat.

Along the way, I sweated so much that my body was almost in a state of semi-dehydration.

Looking at the only half bottle of fresh water left in the backpack, I wanted to drink it all several times, but I stopped this stupid idea.

I walked on the artificially paved bluestone road, surrounded by endless darkness that swallowed me.

I suddenly noticed that there were slight bumps on both sides of the road.

Then he was a little vigilant, and little by little towards the raised side, he gathered around.

Until there was a burst of air under his feet, the flashlight shone down and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.

“… This.... ”

I was surprised, hurriedly turned around and ran to the border on the other side, inadvertently kicking a rock with my left foot.

With a faint sound of breaking wind, the stone disappeared into the darkness in an instant, and fell straight down.

It dawned on me that this was a stone bridge with no railings.

The bottom of the stone bridge is unfathomable, and the stones have just fallen down, and there is no echo for a long time.

There was an instant chill on his forehead.

Fortunately, I didn't walk around just now, otherwise if I fell into the abyss, I am afraid that I would really have to go on a trip to hell.

I don't know how deep my feet are, just dragging my tired body.

His eyes widened and he swallowed in the darkness.

His eyes probed left and right, the distance between the bridge and himself on both sides.

But worse is yet to come.

The cold wind was howling overhead, but the stone bridge in front of him seemed to be getting narrower and narrower.

It looks like a slender "ladder" shape, the bottom is wide and the top is narrow, and at the end, there is only a distance of nearly half a meter.

The road ahead was shrouded in darkness, and I didn't know how far I was from the end.

But now that we've come here, we can't go back in vain.

I took a tight step, moving forward little by little.

On both sides of the road, there is pitch black darkness, connecting the endless abyss.

I wiped the sweat from my forehead and tried to keep myself fresh.

Until two or three minutes have passed.

The dim flashlight in his hand broke the darkness little by little as he advanced.

What worries me, and what scares me the most, has finally happened.

At the end of the stone bridge in front of me, there were three iron locks, interspersed in the darkness.

The endless abyss under the iron cable, accompanied by the cold wind and the debris in the air, made me feel uncomfortable.

Growing up, I was most afraid of heights, and I remember once setting up a ladder to pick fruit from a tree, and finally accidentally kicked off the ladder.

At a distance of three meters, he waited until it was dark and had to jump in the last resort, and finally sprained his foot.

"Whew..."

I took a deep breath and looked at the loose chains in front of me, and a wave of fear welled up in my heart.

A loud trumpet sounded in his ears.

"When the Red Army soldiers flew across the Luding Bridge, the wind and waves came, and now it should be my turn to go back!"

I cheered myself up and forced the fear in my head down.

The three iron cables in front of me, one in the middle and the other two on the left and right of the upper end, were thigh-thick and covered with rust.

I stood at the forefront, frowning.

The Japanese army who designed this place at the beginning seemed to want people to step on the bottom chains, support each other left and right, and pass little by little.

But if they had the ability to erect chains, why didn't they just lay planks and build stronger bridges?

I can't guess what I thought decades ago.

But I know that if we delay a little longer, the danger will increase.

I rubbed my palms together and closed my eyes.

Finally.

Cautiously, stepped on this iron cable.

The cold wind whistled under his feet, with an eerie whistling sound.

The surroundings were black, and the road could not be seen at all.

Only with my eyes closed, with my sense of touch, I groped forward little by little.

I don't know, it's considered timidity, or if it's a natural defect.

It's just that at this moment, the mood becomes incomparably ethereal.

It was as if he was crossing the river under his feet, stepping on straw sandals, wearing a leaky shirt, and the hat on his head flashed with dazzling red stars.

The blazer blared loudly in my ears, and my comrades beside me widened their eyes and pressed forward.

Stray bullets flew by, like the yin wind in their bodies, whirring in their ears.

Suddenly.

It was as if I had stepped on something soft, and it instantly broke my reverie.

I opened my eyes, but I didn't dare to look at my feet.

Because I knew that would only double the fear in my heart.

So his eyes were glued to the darkness ahead, and he was stepping on the iron rope one after the other.

I carefully felt the soft touch under my feet.