I actually found a hole in the wall!

The moment I touched this backpack, I thought it was a little weird.

I always felt that this backpack should not have been properly placed here, and there must be some reason why this backpack was abandoned here.

My mind was spinning and I wondered if there was a hole in the wall.

Could it be that once upon a time, when someone was drilling into a hole, because the backpack was too big to get in, he had to take off the backpack and throw it outside?

And because the situation was very urgent at that time, the man never had a chance to pull his backpack back after climbing into the hole.

I'm afraid that he was also being chased by this strange old woman back then.

Thinking about this, the strange screams behind me were almost touching the back of my head!

So I didn't know whether the hole was safe or not, and the whole person pounced on the ground with a vicious dog, and drilled into the hole with his hands and feet like a loach!

The passage was straight and straight, and the space inside was terrifyingly small, and I even had the illusion of climbing into the sewer pipe.

I could only hold my two hands in front of my head and touch the ground with my fingers, and then rub my forefoot inward like a big worm with great difficulty, and the movement was so embarrassing that I couldn't even climb.

Thankfully, it allowed me to escape the horrible old woman.

No matter how difficult the road is, I have to walk, and now I have no choice, unless I have a bullet-ridden *** in my hand, otherwise I can only climb forward one by one.

Besides, this may be a way to live.

After all, as long as I don't see the corpse of that "senior" in the cave, it means that there is still hope for everything.

Just before I went into the hole, I hooked the strap of the backpack with my foot, so now it's being hooked and rubbed in little by little.

I don't have any tools at hand at the moment, so whatever this backpack contains, even if it's just a wooden stick, it certainly adds a little hope to my survival.

But what's inside this backpack will only be revealed when I get out of the hole.

In the darkness, I struggled along this straight "pipe", and the roar of the old woman behind me grew farther and farther away, but the more ethereal its cry seemed to be, the more uncomfortable it became.

The pipe was so narrow that I climbed very slowly, I might have only climbed twenty or thirty meters or so, but it felt like I had been climbing for an hour.

As time passed, the absolute darkness began to ferment in my heart.

Soon after, the crankiness and deep fear went hand in hand, and my heart grew infinitely swollen, and I gradually reached the point of tension, despair, and mental breakdown.

I endured all this for another ten minutes, and just as my fear was about to turn into hysterical rage, my almost paralyzed hands suddenly sank, and the "pipe" in front of me suddenly became much more spacious.

I went crazy and started to run forward, until the whole person climbed out of the "bottleneck", and I realized that this pipe seemed to have been dug out of a "belly".

This must have been dug up by the owner of the backpack.

Needless to say, the purpose of digging a "belly" in a long and narrow pipe must be to rest.

I leaned against the earth wall and breathed heavily, because the adrenaline dissipated, and at this moment all kinds of aches and pains all over my body marched towards me in all directions like a reckoning after autumn, and every muscle in my body was sore.

I even want to lean back here and sleep until I wake up.

I just leaned against the earthen wall and closed my eyes, and when the discomfort in my muscles had eased a little, and the breath in my chest had evened out, I dragged the old backpack with anticipation.

It was pitch black in the hole, and all I could tell was a rucksack.

I couldn't wait to unzip it and reach in and dig it in, and luckily, I really got a flashlight.

I pushed the flashlight switch, and the lights came as expected.

But I found a person sitting on the other side!

This sudden scene frightened me involuntarily, and the flashlight in my hand also fell out, and the flashlight rolled twice after it landed, and the pale orange halo happened to be on the face of the "person".

It was a dead man.

His head was bowed against the earthen wall, two shriveled gray arms hanging at his sides, and his face was the same, as if a layer of air-dried human skin had been placed on a skeleton.

The corpse had been air-dried to a dried corpse.

The overall body of the dried corpse looked a little petite, and the few remaining long dry hair were also spread messily behind him, and there was an ordinary jade bracelet on the wrist of his left hand.

It seems that this should be a female corpse.

After calming down a little bit, I began to focus on my backpack.

I first took out two thin notebooks from my backpack, and I opened the first one, only to find that it was empty.

And on the first page of another notebook, there are six large vertical characters written in pencil - the god of wine cage mountain hairy face.

These six characters are written in hollow font, every line is heavily painted with pencil, and even every word is shaded with excellent drawing skills, which looks very artistic.

Looking at the six words alone, my intuition told me that this should be a research notebook or something, and it was obvious that the research topic of this woman and the purpose of this trip should be this so-called wine cage mountain hairy face god.

These six words are actually not difficult to understand.

Liquor cage mountain, describes the name of this place.

And the hairy-faced god should refer to the monkey,

But I'm sure it must be a very special monkey, just like the statue of the eight-armed monkey I saw outside the cave, and maybe even the statue that the Wine Cage Mountain Hairy Face God was referring to.

Flip through these six words, and the next page will only contain a few numbers.

【Dinghaishen Needle? 】

[Netherworld? 】

The second page is eight words plus two question marks.

Moreover, these two question marks are drawn heavily and deeply, which obviously reflects the woman's confusion at the time and her deep self-doubt about this conclusion.

In fact, I can't blame her, even when I see these eight words now, the first thing that pops up in my head is indeed countless question marks.

The Dinghai Divine Needle is in the plot of mythological stories and novels, and it is the weapon of the Monkey King of the Monkey King.

Taking this as an object of study can almost be said to have little value or significance.

Let's talk about the underworld, this is okay, after all, this is something that has been deeply cultivated in the minds of each of our Chinese descendants for thousands of years, and it can even be said to be a kind of culture, and it is also of great significance to us.

But again, this is not something that exists in reality at all!