"Believe you once, it's a big deal to die and reunite with my daughter below."

Suchak sat on the ground and muttered to himself, suddenly extinguished the cigarette butt with his hand, and leaned towards my position in the dim and dim light.

I thought he was going to take the tool from my hand, but when he took the hammer from my hand, he didn't turn away.

Instead, he stood where I had stood, and pushed my tools to dig out the concrete wall of corpses for me.

I froze in place and looked at the middle-aged man's haggard back, and it was not difficult to hear from what he had just said to himself.

Six years have passed, and he doesn't really want his daughter to live, but only hopes to find her bones.

Bringing the body back to Xinjiang is a custom in many ancient villages, called returning to the roots.

If a person is buried, the soul cannot return to his hometown to be reincarnated.

For a moment, I suddenly felt an incomprehensible feeling in my heart, if the meaning of Suchak's life is to find the trace of his daughter.

Then what am I living in this world for, Xiaoyue is a fantasy implanted in my mind by the man in black, and everything about her comes from the mysterious document archive fifty years ago.

Xiao Nan didn't get out of the shadow shrouded by the two tomb robbers until she died.

On the other hand, I have no relatives in this world, and it is not a torment to live.

As he was thinking, there was a sudden muffled sound, and Suchak stopped and gently tapped his fingers on the cracked concrete wall in front of him.

It sounded as if some sealed jar had been hammered with a sharp object.

I was immediately surprised and delighted, took the tool in Suchak's hand and continued to hammer down the crack, but I didn't expect that this time I would directly smash a bowl-sized hole.

Looking at the light of the burning torches, it was dark and blackened, and I could only vaguely see many black boxes piled up inside.

"Those must be stored in the tunnel, if you have a guy in your hand, you won't be embarrassed like this."

couldn't help but feel a shock in his heart, and immediately accelerated the speed of picking up the iron hammer and chiseling.

What neither of us expected was that at this moment, a strange and dense rustling sound suddenly appeared behind us.

The sound sounded scalp-ting, as if many bugs were wriggling on the ground.

"What's going on?"

Suzak and I looked at each other, both of us wondering how we could hear the sound of insects crawling in the tunnel behind us that had been sealed off by concrete walls.

Suchak raised the torch in his hand to illuminate the scene behind him little by little, and in an instant, dense black beetles appeared in the light of the firelight.

These insects are small, with a hard black shell on their backs and hard jaws twice as large as their own in their mouths.

It is precisely because of its small size that it can climb in through the tiny gaps under the stone wall, and the black and bright hard armor is covered with layers.

People can't help but feel their scalp tingling, as if they are about to explode along the top of their heads.

"What the hell is this?"

My mind went blank for a moment, and I watched these dense beetles in the dim darkness come like a tidal wave, and I was too frightened to speak.

"Hurry up, I'll resist for a while."

Suchak raised his torch and ran towards the dense swarm of insects, and then I reacted and hurriedly turned the iron hammer in my hand and desperately chiseled the cement.

We've carved a hole in the thick layer of cement right now, and we can bend over it with just a few more holes along the crack.

Suchak waved the torch in his hand and kept burning the approaching insect swarm, but he didn't expect that although these insects were a little afraid of the fire, they couldn't stand the huge number.

The wax dripping from the burning torch on the swarm gave a pungent and unpleasant burning smell as I turned around to smell the smell.

only to find that Suchak's legs were already covered with those black beetles, and these insects did not know what family they belonged to.

It's just that the black carapace emits a faint black light, and after biting off the clothes on the body, it quickly crawls into the body, scurrying wildly around the left and right of the skin.

It was like an itch crawling with ants, so that Suchak almost didn't throw away the torch, and desperately began to undress, trying to shake off all the insects in the clothes.

The bugs crawled more and more, and even spread to my feet.

I endured the itching from all over my body, and continued to turn the hammer in my hand to pound on the cement layer.

Large chunks of cement had fallen off the walls, and the hole in front of me had finally been widened a little with my efforts, but not enough for anyone to get into.

I became more and more impatient, and looked at Suchak, who was struggling in the pile of worms, and simply took off his shirt to reveal his scarred chest.

Hoping to attract some bugs with his own heat and share a part of Suchak's share.

The shiny black beetle kept scurrying back and forth in its clothes, at first it was just a little itchy and uncomfortable, and finally it even began to burrow into its mouth and ears.

Seeing that the hole was getting bigger and bigger, I felt that it was almost there, so I hurriedly called Suchak behind me, and I threw away the iron hammer in my hand and got into it first.

Unexpectedly, even with his slender figure, it was still a little difficult to get into this hole, and Suchak kept patting the insects off his face with his hands.

His footsteps followed where I was making the sound, and he was a little stronger than me.

The upper body was actually stuck in the hole, and it was impossible to advance or retreat.

Seeing this, I had no choice but to pull him up by one arm and pull him out desperately, and dense black insects poured out of the cracks, not to mention that the crushed insects flowed out of the unpleasant pungent oil, but instead acted as a lubricant.

So that Suchak had a thrilling situation and got into the hole.

At this time, although there were no obvious external injuries on the two of us, these bugs kept scurrying around our bodies.

I could vaguely feel the pain of being bitten by a few bugs, and I couldn't help but guess that not all bugs seemed to bite on their own.

But these things are covered with black and bright carapaces, and wherever there is heat and light except fire, they will frantically rush to wherever they are.

Even if you don't bite someone, you can still respond to the dead.

"Plug it with a stone."

In desperation, I shouted, and hurriedly picked up the cement and rocks that had been shaken off the ground, trying to block the hole I had just drilled into and block the swarm.

Suchak even moved a few unknown boxes from behind him, and little by little they built a high wall to finally resist the dense insect tide.

After the hole was blocked, half of the tunnel that had been sealed for decades was completely lost, and it fell into darkness again.

I looked around and could barely reach my fingers, and all I could hear was the strange sound of a swarm of insects crawling.

Suchak could barely be seen, groping his way through the darkness.

I thought that there would be lighting or guns and ammunition in the piles of supplies here, and if I found one of them, I wouldn't be afraid of the swarms.