"What a hunger!" I was woken up hungry and I fell asleep before I knew it.

I don't know how long I slept and then woke up hungry.

When I wake up, in addition to being hungry, I want to be convenient.

It's so inconvenient in this kind of space.

I can't stand up, I can't squat, I can only lie down, or lie on my stomach.

It's convenient to lie down, isn't it a pee? It is convenient to lie on the stomach, or to urinate all over the body, it seems that there is no solution, but people can't let the urine suffocate to death.

I'm still pretty good, I tested lying down to pee, and it turned out that my pants were still wet.

"Groove!" I yelled and crawled forward, because I felt that it smelled, I had never felt it before, and I didn't know if it was caused by not drinking water.

Crawl forward, crawl forward in the dark, crawl forward aimlessly.

I don't know when it's a head, I feel resentful and unwilling, but I can't do anything.

I crawled to the end, and my hands and feet, including my elbows and knees, hurt terribly.

"Hey, anyone? People don't have a ghost, okay? Kill me, I'm too lazy to continue to suffer! I yelled at the pitch black world.

But there was no response, and there was no echo.

"Groove your uncle。。。。。。"

scolded all the way, but still no one cared.

"It's boring! It's so boring! Do you want to have a personal chat? "I started talking to myself like crazy.

There was no response, I lay in the cave and didn't leave, intending to die like that.

As a result, after lying for more than an hour, the person did not die or fall asleep, so he had to continue to get up and crawl forward.

"What's the smell of the trough?" Suddenly, I smelled a bad smell.

Immediately after that, my hand also touched the liquid, and the injured palm touched the liquid together, which was a little sticky, and I subconsciously leaned in front of my nose to smell it, and scolded on the spot: "Groove, isn't this urine?" ”

"Did someone pee here, or did Lao Tzu come back?" I suddenly realized a problem.

There are two possibilities for this problem, one is that someone else pees, that is to say, there are people here, and that is a happy thing for me, at least I am not alone.

But there is another possibility, which is that I urinated on my own, and I crawled for three hours, and finally just crawled back to the original

Why, it's terrible, it's so desperate.

"Oh!" I can't tell if it's my own or someone else's, but I'm more inclined to the latter, so I'm in a bad mood.

"I've encountered a ghost hitting the wall again!" I genuinely feel bad about my life.

"Huh? Ghost hitting the wall? "I suddenly had a burst of energy.

If it's really a ghost hitting the wall, it means that I'm just going around in circles, and I'm not really being put into a never-ending hole.

The core of the ghost hitting the wall is to lose your eyes and make you walk in the same place.

In other words, the road is still the same road, and I only need to solve the ghost wall, and I can see the original road and leave here.

But I'm an ordinary person, not a Taoist, how can I unravel this ghost hit the wall, and now it's pitch black and I can't see anything, if I have a flashlight, I guess I can still get out.

It dawned on me that when I was hit by a ghost hitting the wall, the flashlight went dead.

And with the flashlight on it, it's impossible for me to get lost and fall into the predicament of a ghost hitting the wall.

Then there is only one possibility.,My flashlight has long been out of power.,In the moment of the lack of power, I entered the dilemma of the ghost hitting the wall.,As for the flashlight I saw later.,It's actually related to the ghost boy.,It's probably a ghost boy who made a fantasy.。

There is also the air here, the air in the volcano, all with poisonous gas, although I don't know how to get the air here, it didn't poison people on the spot, but it is absolutely poisonous.

Maybe I'm hallucinating, and it has something to do with the air underneath.

I raised my nose and sniffed, and found that there was not the slightest smell of sulfur in the air, which was impossible.

From the moment we entered the underground, our noses were filled with the smell of sulfur, but now it is gone, which only means that I am trapped in some kind of illusion, so I can't smell it.

"Perhaps, I'm not in a fantasy at all, but in a dream, a dream that is too real to be real!" It dawned on me that I had gone in the wrong direction from the beginning.

So I started singing, yes, singing.

My mother taught me to sing if I was afraid, and the louder I sang, the more courageous I became, and I was not afraid of anything when I was bold.

I didn't dare to go to the toilet at night when I was young, she didn't want to go with me, that's all

I lied to me, but I firmly believe that because she is my mother.

To put it bluntly, in this world, who can lie to me again and again, is only my mother, she told me that I think I am an alien, and I believe that there are flying saucers.

"One day, I was taking a shower, and they secretly saw it, and when they finished reading it, they laughed and laughed that I was a little bird. You don't laugh, you don't make a fuss。。。。。。 ”

Sing a song, I'll do it again.

"The warm wind blows through the 。。。。。。 of the thighs"

Later, I sang all the dirty songs with colors that I could remember, and in recent years, the network has been strictly controlled, and I can't find dirty songs anymore, and I can't make them up, so I can only recall some of the things I heard when I was in school.

As I sang, I noticed that there was a faint light in front of me, faint, but red, obviously the light of the magma pool.

And my nose could vaguely smell the sulfur, the pungent smell of the air.

Seeing the faint red light, I rushed towards it like a man in the water grasping at a life-saving straw.

In the hole with a diameter of 50 centimeters, I used both hands with both feet, but the speed was really not fast, because I had to walk backwards backwards, which was not fast at all, I could only move back a little bit.

At this speed, I'm worried, I'm scared, and if I get lost again and get into the ghost hitting the wall again, then there's really no way.

But luckily, I rushed out, I rushed to the entrance of the cave, which was the one that slapped half of the ghost boy's face, and I looked down and saw the magma pool.

I'm happy, I'm excited, I never dreamed that singing would help me get out of the wall.

It is estimated that if this is seen by the author who writes about supernatural horror, he can be scolded to death, they use children's urine, use this talisman and that technique, or wait for the rooster to crow at dawn, and never think that they can get out of the ghost wall by singing a few dirty songs.

However, after the joy and excitement, I was overwhelmed and helpless.

Although I walked out of the ghost wall, the problem was not solved.

First, I had no food, no water, I was hungry and thirsty, and second, I had no lighting.

Thirdly, I don't have the tools to leave here.

Even now, I can only have an ass at the mouth of the hole, and my body doesn't even want to turn around.