I was so frightened that I covered my face with one hand, and with the other hand, I swung a firewood knife and slashed forward!

As a result, with a "bell" of the knife, the blade slashed on something hard and took off my hand directly, which shocked my wrist and made my mouth ache.

I sat on the ground and moved my ass backwards until I was completely unable to retreat from the slope of the stone slab that I had just slid down, and I dared to muster up the courage to open my eyes and look ahead.

The monkey is actually a statue.

This is a statue of a crouching eight-armed monster monkey, about five or six meters high, the carving is lifelike, and it is no wonder that I actually recognized it as real at first sight.

The monkey's face was a little scary, and in addition to its fangs and erect hair, it also had a long, thin, straight nose.

But what can give me goosebumps all over my body is the eight arms that seem to be dancing, and those eight arms are like eight twisted python snakes in the darkness under the faint light of the strange monkey's eyes.

The key thing is that there is still one thing in the palm of the end of these eight arms.

The eight-armed monkey faced the four hands to my left, holding a capeled human head, a triangular flag, a rickety old woman, and a wine jug from the bottom to the top.

The four hands on the right are a fish basket, a hoe, a pickaxe, and an axe with a notch.

Now, knowing that it was a statue, I was not as scared as I used to be, so I took a few steps forward to get a closer look.

But then I realized that my backpack was still on my sophomore, and we had been running forward because we had been attacked by those monkeys, and he didn't seem to notice that I had fallen into this hole.

Now it's okay, I have to lose my backpack every time I go to the burial hall, and this time I specially found someone to manage the bag.

As a result, people are lost.

However, I don't think the location of this cave and the monkey temple are in the same place, but for now, they should be related.

But that doesn't mean I should go into Longtan alone, like Schwarzenegger, and rush in to do everything with just a pair of fleshy fists.

I still have to think of a way to see if I can go back the way I am, and after I find the reunion between the second year of high school and Brother Liao, it's not too late to come back.

I thought about it, I walked back, the slope that I had just slid down behind me was about 30 meters, it was not long or short, and as long as the friction problem could be solved, it was not impossible for me to spend some effort and climb back again.

But when I got to the slope, I was in utter despair.

This slope is almost covered with a thick layer of dark green moss, and in addition to this, there are countless small black particles in the shape of rice grains all over the moss.

I've seen this thing on TV, it's bat.

Since there is bat droppings, it means that there must be countless bats inhabited above my head at this moment.

As we all know, because of genetic problems, bats have special immunity, coupled with the characteristics of their body temperature changes, they carry countless germs on their bodies, but they almost never get sick, which is simply a living virus piggy.

If this is the case, it proves that the place where I am now must be permeated with countless bacteria and viruses.

I quickly cut off a piece of cloth from my T-shirt with a hatchet and wrapped it around my face, although the effect is almost not comparable to that of a mask, at least it is better than nothing, I don't want to get any inexplicable pneumonia.

When I calmed down, I realized that it was really dark here.

The firelight in the eyes of the eight-armed monkey was the only source of light here, but it could only illuminate a range of two or three meters, and other than that, it was as dark as ink.

I can't even see the whole picture, so it's easier said than done.

I cautiously walked up to the eight-armed monkey and tiptoed to see what the fire in its eyes was, and if it was fuel, maybe I could use it to make a torch.

But the statue of the eight-armed monkey was so tall that I couldn't see the details clearly when I stood below, so I walked around behind the statue.

This turn, a bloody back appeared in front of me!

The entire back of the eight-armed monkey statue looks like it's been skinned! Between the exposed dark red muscle fibers, there was already blackened blood, and countless purple meridians and snow-white tendons were all over the body!

This... Could this be a living monkey?!

I immediately felt like my heart was beating so hard that my chest was clogged and swollen!

At this moment, the muscles of the strange monkey's back against the waist suddenly jerked, making a scalp-numbing sound like grinding teeth!

Immediately after that, there was a hysterical scream from the position of the stone carving old woman in the hand of the strange monkey, and at the same time, the stone shell of the old woman began to crack and peel off sharply, and it rained down!

I didn't think about it, I turned around and stretched out my arms and ran into the darkness!

As for what will come out of the old woman's stone when it's completely peeled off, I don't have any curiosity!

After only a dozen steps, my hands were clubbed against the hard wall.

It won't be a dead end!

"Knock ——!"

Not far behind me, there was a sudden sound of something falling to the ground, and my scalp was suddenly numb!

Don't even think about it! That granny has landed!

I touched the wall and ran to the left, but after twenty or thirty steps, I still couldn't touch a stone door or a hole or something like that!

Do you keep running to the left or do you want to go back to the right this time?!

I had to make a decision, because I had heard a strange footstep coming towards me...

I stomped my foot, turned around and touched the wall with my left hand and folded back!

Forty or fifty steps down, and I still haven't found any passage that would allow me to leave this place...

And the footsteps of the old lady seem to be close at hand...

Then I suddenly stumbled under my feet, and since it was pitch black, I was completely unprepared, and my whole head was empty, and I went straight forward like a refrigerator that had been overturned.

Just when I thought I was bleeding from my head, my whole face slapped against a soft mass.

It was dry, dusty, and felt like a neatly folded stack of clothes.

I reached out and touched it, it seemed to be a backpack?

Then the footsteps behind me suddenly became urgent! And I just hugged my backpack and didn't even make the beginning of the "climbing" action!

But...

How can there be an old backpack here...

A dusty backpack was placed in the corner... Does this mean anything...?

I subconsciously stretched out my hand...

Sure enough!