Until blood flowed all over the ground.

My body was like a deflated ball, I only felt my abdomen trembling, and the muscles of my whole body were stiffening.

The wound is not very deep, but the wound is large.

If you don't disinfect it in time, I'm afraid that sooner or later you will get infected.

"TM, it's all here, I can't die so easily, otherwise it will be too cheap for you."

I casually tore off a torn strip of cloth from my pants and strangled it on my abdomen.

"Sss

The pain made me gasp.

Even the air was filled with the smell of blood.

Vision, low visibility.

I just felt that the scenery around me, accompanied by darkness, was whistling by.

"I said Lao Yan, where are we?"

I couldn't help but ask.

Lao Yan still looked ahead vigilantly, his eyes were bloodshot.

"Shh

His appearance is very weird.

It's like a patient who hasn't slept for days and is on the verge of a mental breakdown.

I don't know that in just ten minutes, he disappeared during this time.

How could it suddenly become like this.

Trembling under his feet.

I began to really wonder if Lao Yan had pulled me onto a train.

It's pitch black, how can there be a train in the depths of the earth?

"Is it a minecart?"

The visibility in front of you is less than half a meter.

Even Lao Yan and I are holding hands so that we don't get lost.

I looked around, reaching out and fumbling around.

Really.

I touched the rusty iron sheet, which was still stained with granular dust.

It is impossible to start such a large project without building earth-moving equipment.

I'm glad that there's no way out.

Suddenly, I realized why Lao Yan seemed to be more familiar with this place than I was.

It's pitch black here, how did he find this minecart?

Thinking back to his bloodshot eyes, my heart trembled.

I just wanted to ask him.

There was a sudden strange sound in my ears.

In the darkness in front of you, a place more than a dozen meters away.

Suddenly, a faint green fire lit up.

It flickered like a ghostly fire.

The iron minecart under his feet slowly stopped, like a ghost train running in hell.

"Don't look, trust me... Don't stare at that ghostly fire! ”

Lao Yan's voice became more and more excited.

The more excited he was, the more curious I became.

I thought to myself, he must have something to hide from me.

"TM, Lao Yan, do you have something to hide from me."

My temper came up, and ordinary people couldn't stop it.

But at this moment, Lao Yan's bloodshot eyes really scared me a lot.

He froze in place, his eyes drifting away, his eyes almost bloody, and he said, "Everything here has a soul, including the minecart under your feet. ”

"As long as we... Sit back and he'll take us out alive. ”

His expression was so hideous that it made my heart tremble.

Not far behind him, a suddenly beating ghost fire seemed to hide some kind of magical power.

It's attracting me non-stop.

"TM, I can't come in vain this trip, even if I die, I have to find out."

I cursed and jumped off the minecart in the dark.

When he turned to look at the ghostly fire.

The sight in front of me will almost never be forgotten for the rest of my life.

Under the reflection of the ghost fire, there is a copper coffin in the middle.

Leisurely shimmering green.

A fluttering "demonic aura" floated out of the coffin.

The reason why I call it "demonic energy" is because I can't really describe what is in front of me.

It's like.

It's like... It's the same familiar scene as the once popular zombie movie.

"Bang."

The lid of the coffin flew up suddenly.

The ethereal aura became even worse, almost like layers of mist.

Under the reflection of the ghost fire, it is terrifyingly green.

"Let's go, it's a little bit later, and we won't be able to go back"

Lao Yan's frightened voice sounded behind me.

In the darkness, he grabbed my arm, but I jerked it away.

There was a sudden peace in my heart, looking at the ghost fire beating in front of me.

Even the state of mind has never been so floating as it is today.

"Lao Yan, let's go."

"I want to stay here."

I didn't look back, just spoke quietly, and the green in front of me seemed to have been.

In my heart, the girl who haunts me.

She has neat short hair and a green military uniform.

Right in front of me beckoning.

Or smirk at me.

I didn't have time to go, I almost ran to go.

Meet the ghostly fire.

It was a sarcophagus.

It was carved with strange symbols and patterns, and at the moment it was spewing green light.

"Xiao Nan, you wait for me."

I spoke softly, and everything in front of me dissipated.

Only the truth in the heart remains.

I'm going to take that eyeball, even though I don't know what it is.

But my gut tells me this thing.

It will surely bring back to life the souls of the dead.

Dodging the ghost fires that come along the way, as long as you touch a little, it will be like the old guy in the safety corridor at the beginning.

"You're crazy, do you want to stay here and be in the company of the unjust souls who once died here!"

Lao Yan's voice came out from behind me.

"yes, I'm crazy!"

"Anyway, Lao Tzu can't live long, what's the difference between dying here and dying outside."

I roared without looking back.

In front of him, he was already less than half a meter away from the sarcophagus.

My heart began to tremble inexplicably, and my hands couldn't help but want to touch it.

Until the cold touch pierced my mind.

At this moment, I suddenly began to care about the whole underground fortification.

The mural depicts that this is the last floor.

It is also the so-called, "man-made eighteen layers of hell".

"What will be in hell, what was the purpose of the Japanese army doing this back then."

It's all there.

Will there be a perfect ending with the sarcophagus in front of you?

That moment.

I hesitated.

I remembered what Lao Yan had said, and he told me not to stare at the ghost fire.

Maybe he meant to tell me not to look at the contents of the coffin.

I reached out and tore a piece of the rag off my trouser leg and tied it to my eye.

Like a blind man touching an elephant, he put his hand into the coffin that exuded a demonic aura.

First touch.

It is delicate skin, like a woman's face.

I was not reconciled, I remember depicting it on the mural.

They obviously sealed the most important eyeball at the bottom.

That's what I want, that's what I need most.

I'm not reconciled.

Keep your hands down, fumbling.

Suddenly, I felt something that looked like scales.

The cold touch is like the skin of a pangolin.

One by one.

I resisted the desire to remove the strip of cloth from my eyes.

Still ruthless, vigorously groping.

Suddenly, the same round goot as winter, cold utensils.

It touched the palm of my hand.

I was overjoyed in my heart, thinking that I had finally found it, and in my excitement, I forgot Lao Yan's advice.

I jerked the strip of cloth off my head and opened my eyes.

A pair of powerful palms covered both of my eyes and buckled inward at the same time.

The pain was so severe that I almost let go of the object in my hand, and I sat unsteadily on the ground, closing the round, cold object in my hand.

Hold it in your arms fiercely.

At the same time.

I heard Lao Yan drinking heavily.

"You're dying, let's go!"