I asked Xiao Jun, is there a place called Zhou Ji in Yancheng?

Xiao Jun shook his head and said that he didn't have an impression.

He Xiaoqi spoke, she said that Zhou Ji she knew that it was not in Yancheng, which was a small town in Bincheng, Shandong. She had a friend who was there, so she remembered it well.

This is Yancheng, far away from Bincheng, if the appearance of Zhujiatun is reasonable, then the appearance of Bincheng's small town Zhouji, how to explain it?

He Xiaoqi frowned, thought for a moment and said that the two names have two similarities, one is that they are both in Shandong, and the other is that they are both place names. But these two points don't seem to help us.

We turned back in confusion and continued along the main road, and after a short walk, the fork in the road ahead reappeared. We entered and found a dry well with the words: Liujiahezi.

Turnarounds, forks, dry wells, with the words: Shuangliu.

Turnaround, fork in the road, dry well, it reads: Chi Qingshan.

……

Forks in the road continue to appear, and place names in various places are also endless, some we know, some no one has heard of, but it can be generally concluded that these places are in the boundary of Shandong.

Until we came to a fork in the road again and found a dry well, and the writing on the well surprised everyone.

Those were four bright red with a touch of dark print: Ximen Night Market!

Ximen Night Market? Ximen Night Market in Quancheng?!

He Xiaoqi and Xiao Jun must have known the name of Ximen Night Market, so they were just surprised. I and the fat man are like being enlightened.

Just last night, we also found the mysterious old lady in the Ximen Night Market, because of the mixing of thousands of black-clothed girls, and finally it was over.

I remember that there were many old wells around the Ximen Night Market, and the old lady ran and ran and disappeared, could it be that she drilled into an ancient well and ended up here?

So, the well is connected underground? Is it a mysterious tunnel?!

At this moment, I finally understood the meaning of the words on the body of these dry wells: they all probably lead to different regions! Secret and secret roads extend in all directions, like huge anthills, connecting this place with the whole province.

What the hell is this place? A cold sweat broke out on my back, and I felt terrified to think about it.

At this juncture, surrounded and watched by everyone, there was a rustling sound in the dry well with "Ximen Night Market" written on it, which seemed to be the sound of footsteps.

When the incident happened suddenly, I hurriedly waved my hand and told everyone to quickly retreat.

Before we could take a few steps back, a man with black gloves came out of the well!

At the same time, the beam of light of the flashlight also shot out of the well......

The hand was skillful and capable, and as soon as it grabbed the eaves of the well, a short, lean adult man dressed in a black night robe came out of the well.

Due to the heavy fog, the lean man squinted his eyes and shook the flashlight in his hand to shine around, and instantly spotted us around the well.

I saw that he was trembling all over, and there was an "ah" sound in his mouth, obviously startled.

But he reacted quickly enough to shine a flashlight on my face, which was closest to the wellhead, and his other hand instantly touched my waist. His back bulged out, apparently pinned down.

Out of instinct, the light pillar of the flashlight in my hand also shone on his face, and I hurriedly waved my hand in a hurry, indicating that we are human beings and have no malicious intent.

The flashlight in his hand illuminated me so that I couldn't open my eyes, and the light pillar of my flashlight shook him enough.

I saw that this man was about thirty years old, with a low forehead, a low hairline, raised and sparse eyebrows, and more than two fingers between his eyes.

The eyes are small and clustered, four white, the corners of the eyes are drooping, the jaw is prominent, and the lips just cover the two protruding front teeth. The ears are small and fleshless, and the gills behind the ears look like a big mouse!

But he was different from the giant rat I had encountered in the bronze labyrinth before, not fierce enough but more treacherous.

I remembered that the last time I saw this guy, it was me and the fat man on the high-speed train to Chongqing.

This thing, along with a few thieves, was about to steal the bag of an elderly couple, and I and the little stinky fart took advantage of the gap between the train and the tunnel to smack a big mouth!

At this moment, he looked at me with a blank look in his eyes, obviously I recognized him, but he didn't remember me as a person.

In just a moment, I only heard the sound of rustling footsteps in the well again, and a rough male voice scolded and scolded: "Mouse, you stupid fork, stepping on the plate and stepping on the cheeks?" Gente Ma inkblot! ”

I chuckled in my heart, but I didn't expect that there was more than one person under the dry well, and what they said about "stepping on the plate" was a black word, which translates to the meaning of stepping on the point and looking out.

The lean man called the rat did not panic, he jumped off the eaves of the well in a blink of an eye as soon as he turned his body sideways.

The left flashlight shook my face door, and the right hand instantly stretched out to the back of the waist, and with a pop, he pulled out a bronze short-barreled double-barreled earthen gun!

He pointed the muzzle of his gun at my chest and shouted into the well: "The wind is tight, blow up your wings!" ”

This sentence is also a black saying, which means "someone, copy the guy", reminding companions to pay attention.

Looking at the black barrel of the double-barreled earthen gun, my heart said it was broken.

These people use black language and bring guys, it is estimated that the purpose of coming here is not pure, and it is very likely that it is on the underworld, how can this troubled water be spread by us.

The mouse that suddenly came out and the earthen gun in his hand made He Xiaoqi and Xiao Jun tremble with fright, and they didn't know what to do.

The fat man looked at the mouse with the gun, and he glanced at me, as if he wanted to make a move, but I immediately stopped him with his eyes.

I know very well that this kind of earthen gun is not considered to be a folk homemade, but it has the same principle as a shotgun, with high firepower and wide killing area.

Once the trigger is pulled, the bullet is fired in a cross-sectional manner, which is extremely lethal at close range, but it is definitely not a joke.

The fat man understood, and reluctantly took a step back.

One after another, I saw three more people drilled out of the well.

Two of them were of medium height, one fat and one thin, and like rats, they were dressed in black night clothes. Holding a Luoyang shovel and a chopping axe in his hands, the backpack behind him was stuffed with bulging pockets, faintly revealing a stainless steel yin and yang claw.

The two of them also carried looped ropes on their shoulders, which were stained with undried black ink, apparently deliberately prepared in this way.

The last person was a strong man about my height but with a big waist and a round waist.

He was wearing a short-sleeved compression shirt and desert camouflage pants and leggings, his face was cloudy, and his two sword eyebrows were crossed. A pair of eagle eyes stared at people obliquely, like a sharp knife, ready to rip off a piece of your flesh at any time.

In his hand was a black miniature submachine gun with a support frame on the back handle, the exact model I don't know, and it was polished to a shiny finish.

I looked at the appearance of these four guys and the guys in my hand, and said in my heart that these people were a group of soil masters, that is, tomb robbers.

This is weird, is this an ancient tomb?!