The stone bricks under your feet shine with strange patterns.

I looked up at the vast darkness in front of me, and instantly felt so small.

The wolf-eye flashlight in his hand finally couldn't support it at this moment.

After a few flickerings, it was completely extinguished.

Without hesitation, I held this last surprise in the palm of my hand, and thought in my head how to maximize its brightness.

After all, only this last light source remains.

I gritted my teeth and shook my arm, and threw the flare into the endless darkness above my head.

Flares are detonated in a similar way to firearm bullets.

A small amount of ** was also stored inside, which was ignited by an impact from the outside.

I reckon, no matter how vast the space above my head is, there should be an end.

The force was enough to throw it more than ten meters into the air, trying to make it crash into the rock formation overhead.

But he never thought that less than three seconds after he threw it out, he only heard an explosion of "pop".

The huge firelight, shrouded in thousands of watts of light source, burst instantly more than ten meters above the head.

The light shook so much that I couldn't open my eyes, and my whole body was instantly enveloped in heat.

I was afraid that I would miss the slightest opportunity, so I hurriedly rubbed my eyes and opened them quickly.

Under the light overhead, everything in front of you can be seen at a glance in an instant.

I froze in place, my voice hoarse, not knowing how to describe the magnificence.

At this moment, he is on a huge stone platform.

The road surface in front of you is uneven, but it looks like it was built intentionally.

Below the stone platform is an endless abyss, and both sides are covered with guardrails connected by chains, each of which weighs a hundred pounds, one after another.

In the middle is a stone pillar carved with exquisite patterns, which in the light of the light is like a dust veil unveiled and displayed in front of me.

The light faded, but I still didn't come to my senses, and I froze in place.

I only vaguely remember that on both sides of the front, there seems to be a row of beautifully carved stone pillars.

It looks like an ancient lighthouse.

With the groping of my memory, I walked forward little by little.

It wasn't until my hand came into contact with the cold stone pillar that I reached out and touched it fiercely along the gap in the stone pillar.

The cold and delicate sensation smoothed the skin on the palm of my hand and stimulated my tense nerves.

I rubbed it repeatedly, and I realized that it was the lamp oil inside.

I had some doubts in my heart, but I only felt that the lubricated feeling in my hands seemed to be so delicate.

It's like... It's like a woman's skin.

I was taken aback by my own thoughts, and then I pulled out a lighter from my belt.

A faint flame that burns in the palm of your hand.

Again, a little bit closer, I looked at the beautiful stone pillars that resembled a lighthouse in front of me.

The delicate patterns on it are all in sight.

Despite the corrosion of dust and time, it has completely lost its original appearance.

But with such a special texture, it is enough to show that it is definitely an extraordinary thing.

"Why did the Japanese army build such a place in the underground fortifications."

I had a lot of doubts in my mind.

When I raised my head, I inadvertently noticed that in the darkness above my head, there seemed to be an outline.

Like a giant, looking down at me.

I stared at the large black shadow above my head, but I felt more and more frightening.

Close your eyes and feel the image little by little.

Immediately I felt a little incredible.

After a while, I gradually opened my eyes, and suddenly I broke out in a cold sweat.

I saw a strange and miserable white face next to the stone pillar, staring at me, which disrupted all my thoughts at once.

Obviously there was nothing just now.

"TM's, it's a human and a ghost."

The face in front of me was bloodless, and it was close to my door, less than half a meter away.

At this distance, no matter who it is, I'm afraid it will be half scared to death.

I let out a loud cry to embolden myself, and the sharp dagger on my waist was instantly drawn.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

Time seemed to stand still, and I stared at him with bloody eyes.

In dim light.

The terrifying face in front of me was in a strange posture, stalemate with me.

At the corners of my mouth, two exposed fangs shimmered with cold light, and I looked at the horrific sight before me.

My heart chuckled instantly.

"TM, could it be that this is a vampire raised by a little devil at the beginning, but I have never heard of Japanese people having this habit."

Strike first.

I knew the danger at this time, and I made a decision immediately.

The sharp dagger in his hand is like a sword that cuts through gold and jade.

Impartially, it stabbed right in his left eye socket, and a stream of black blood spurted out instantly.

The dagger was stuck in the eye socket, and I suddenly tried to pull it back, but this time I didn't pull it out, but took the weapon out of my hand.

Knowing that something was wrong at the moment, he hurriedly took several steps back.

Pull out the stance, condense your palms into a fist, ready to respond to the situation in front of you.

Minutes and seconds passed.

But the "vampire" in front of him still maintained his original posture, showing his teeth and claws.

A pair of pale hands were raised above his head and stared at me intensely.

I looked at his only remaining right eye, grim but motionless as a statue.

An indescribable taste permeated my heart.

Instantly, did I hallucinate again?

I clenched my left hand into a fist, still maintaining its original position, and the other hand sneaked up to my thigh and pinched it hard.

"Oops."

I screamed in pain from my own pinching, and I shouted in my heart that I was so cruel to myself.

The pain made me sober for a moment, but the vision in front of me did not blur or disappear.

It is enough to prove that everything that has just happened is true.

I couldn't figure it out, and I thought up more than a dozen possibilities in my head, but I rejected them all one by one.

His steps trembled slightly, and he explored a little.

Until his own body, it was almost on his face.

I was shocked to find out that this guy in front of me was really no different from a stone statue.

His skin was white, unusually hard, and apart from the two extra fangs on his mouth, this guy looked like a half-petrified corpse.

"TM, is this a stone statue or a dried corpse?"

I reached out, gripped the dagger in my eye socket, and then jerked backwards.

The rotten eyeballs, along with the nerves behind them like withered vines, poured out.

The "stone statue" in front of me trembled a few times with my strength, and something unexpected happened to me.

In the corner of his mouth, the fangs that flashed with cold light actually fell to the ground.

It was as if someone had deliberately shoved these two teeth into his mouth.

"Whew..., it scared the hell out of me."

I froze in place, wiped the cold sweat from my forehead, sighed viciously, and most of the fear in my heart was eliminated at once.

The dagger in his hand immediately pierced into the crack in the brick next to him.

He took out his lighter and carefully lit the grease in the lighthouse.

An indescribable smell, accompanied by bursts of green smoke, permeated my nostrils.

I covered my mouth and nose, and under the gradually brightening light, I carefully looked at the "stone corpse" in front of me.