In the end, I forgot how I escaped from such a terrifying danger, and the unforgettable scene in my mind was the appearance of the giant snake spitting out letters at me.

This fellow, like the other eyeless snakes, was covered in scales and armor, reflecting a ghostly light on the dimly lit hall.

The human-shaped arms of the limbs were located on the left and right of the body, and I was reminded of the strange legend of the snake demon.

The snake is a big beetle, and the snake is a big worm.

The thing in front of him was obviously in the middle of the cockroach and the Jiao, and although the bare head had no eyes, it bulged out with two small pouches, as if it was about to grow something.

When I think about this scene, I always break out in a cold sweat, could it be that the thing is about to grow dragon horns, and then it will rush out of the surface layer of the earth and fly into the sky.

In the depths of this strange Xiangxi Mountain, everything that happened completely subverted my perception of the world, and I still doubt whether I am still in the hospital room of the man in black.

The scenes in his mind were all hypnotic fantasies generated by his Gu technique.

It wasn't until later that I realized how lucky I was to escape from there, because that day, in addition to the woman who looked like Xiaoyue to save me, I also caught up with an accident inside the man in black.

Otherwise, even if you are sober, you may be locked up by them until you die of old age.

Walking through the crevices of the huge mountain rocks that lead to nowhere, the road gradually sloping down becomes more and more scorching, and even the hot sweat on my body seems to be evaporated at any moment.

Suchak walked at the front to clear the way for the two-man team, and in the dim light beneath his feet was an unfathomable chasm abyss.

When I looked down, I found that in the darkness, there were starry spots like firelight flashing from time to time in the cracks under my feet, bringing scorching waves of air.

Suchak and I were dressed in tattered clothes at this time, and the Japanese military clothes we were wearing before looked a little weird at this moment.

The road in front of me was getting narrower and narrower, and I even began to wonder if the two of us were already approaching the center of the earth at such a terrifying depth.

I don't know how long it took for me to suddenly see a gap in the stone wall that was nearly half a meter wide appeared in front of me.

The cold wind was blowing inside, and Suchak and I felt much more comfortable for a while, and Leng Ding remembered the steep path under our feet, and the cliff below seemed to hide the source of extremely hot heat.

I can't help but speculate that maybe there is magma under the cliff, after all, at this depth, it has already penetrated deep into the hinterland of the earth's surface, and it may also be some kind of radioactive material that we have never seen before.

I was the first to burrow into the crevice, blurred in the dim light, and Suchak followed behind me.

His eyes seemed to be able to see through many things hidden in the darkness, but after a short while, Suchak suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

Hurriedly beckoned me to stop.

I was about to ask him what he had found, but he stared at the darkness in front of me and told me that there was a huge stone statue in front of me, and the shape of the stone statue was extremely strange, so I should be careful.

I listened to his reminder, but my mind was foggy, but I didn't expect that after groping a few steps in the dark, the scene in front of me gradually brightened.

Sure enough, there was an incomparably large strange stone statue standing in front of him, and like everything he had seen before, this strange stone statue standing deep underground had no eyes.

It resembles a lion, but in addition to the strangeness of having no eyes, the tail of this stone statue is also extremely strange, like a lifelike human backbone.

I had never seen such a creature in my mind, and even if I thought of unrealistic myths and legends, there was not the slightest resemblance......

I gradually let go of the pen in my hand, and sat at the writing table looking out the window at the dark scenery, but my heart had never been so peaceful.

In the Tibetan grasslands, the lively little girl was called back by her father yesterday, and there was no movement.

Looking at the bonfire burning in the house, I gradually felt a little fearful in my heart.

Looking at his wrinkled hands and his old self in the mirror, I can't help but recall the horrific scenes I experienced in the underground tunnels of the Japanese army.

It turns out that behind the stone statue hides an even more strange arch bridge, below which is an unfathomable abyss, and the two ends of the stone bridge are carved with strange patterns and symbols, and there is an unprecedented strange feeling permeating my heart when I walk on it.

I turned the pen in my hand, faced the faint light of the candle next to the table, and chose to continue writing.

When Suchak and I found the stone bridge, I vaguely felt a little familiar in my mind, but I didn't expect that when I subconsciously took out the diary found in the first layer of tunnels, it really fulfilled my memory.

The last page of this confessional diary, written by a Japanese soldier decades ago, clearly depicts the arched bridge in front of you.

The contents of the diary were not very clear in the dim light, but they could still be easily translated through scribbled Japanese.

The content of this last page is the daily tormented dream of a Japanese man named Ida Matsu, who works in the tunnel during the day, but often wakes up at night from a strange dream.

According to the description in his diary, the scene in his dream seemed to be exactly the same as the strange stone bridge I saw in front of me.

I couldn't help but keep my eyes open and look at the last page of the diary itself, where in addition to the arched bridge depicted on it, there was also a very scribbled pattern of a gate.

There were many lines on it, as if to indicate that the door was full of strange patterns, but Suchak and I had never encountered such a terrifying door at the moment.

At first, I couldn't help but associate this pattern with the bronze door when I first entered here, but I found that the pattern on the painting was very different from it.

I don't know if it's my own delusion, or if this Japanese painter has a problem decades ago, but looking at the mysterious gate depicted on the last page, there seem to be many faces on it.

The more I looked, the more I felt a chill down my spine, and I felt an endless chill in my heart when I looked at the strange arched bridge in front of me and the unfathomable abyss below.

I didn't expect Suchak to walk up very boldly, I just wanted to open my mouth to stop it, but I didn't expect him to walk safely off the bridge like this.

At the other end of the bridge, a black ** chain with the thickness of an arm was attached, which spread little by little to an invisible place in the depths of darkness.

When the two of them successfully walked across the arch bridge, the scene in front of me made me never dream that there were even larger and weird stone carvings here than I had seen before.

The whole statue seems to be built against the rock wall, and there are four statues in total.

They were five or six meters tall, with burly armor carved on their bodies, and they all held four weapons in their hands.

But what is also terrifying is that these four statues, although they are burly, still have no carved eyes, as they have encountered before.

I inadvertently walked past the group of statues, and there was an invisible sense of depression in my heart, and my chest rose and fell violently, as if I was pressed and couldn't breathe.

If the four statues had eyes carved this time, they must have squinted downward, glaring at themselves and Suchak like ants at their feet.