You...... When did you learn bird language? I haven't seen it for a few years, can't I see it? The fat man pinched his chin, looked at the old generation, and made several smacks in a row.

The old generation frowned, shook his head and said: "It's just transliteration, I don't understand, you translate ...... translation" The old generation said, we suddenly realized, but at this time they looked at me again, I was a little embarrassed, this pronunciation sounds like English, but I just can't understand a word, the old generation's transliteration is a bit of a problem, many are habitual sentences to change the tone, which can't be translated.

"Just talk about the words you know, it's really not okay to get them out word by word, let's study it slowly." The fat man was full of nonsense, and regarded this as a sentence-making question based on Chinese, and I didn't have time to popularize science with him, so I shook my head directly, saying that it really doesn't work.

The fat man turned his head to the man curled up in the sleeping bag, he shook the yellow-haired foreigner a few times, and shouted, "Big brother...... Big brother, don't go first, you speak Chinese. ”

The yellow-haired foreigner didn't take care of the fat man, he was still in a daze, and he was shaken by the fat man a few times, and finally he couldn't even hear the sound. Lao Dai and I hurriedly stopped it, this person is basically no longer good, don't die naturally yet, shake the fat man to death, then we are also murderers.

The yellow-haired foreigner was re-found by us to find a tent to settle, we did everything we could, all his wounds, even the bloody hole with his neck were re-medicated by us, the medicine is in this person's backpack, this person can basically be sentenced to death, we are doing our own psychological construction, and finally we still got off this backpack, because we are really desperate, there are no supplies, even if the next road is not dangerous, then we are very likely to die of hunger and cold.

For the yellow-haired foreigners, we have done everything we can, and we have searched the camp and found no new clues, but it is estimated that there is only a difference of five or six hours between the last team and us, who they are, there are not many options, so it may be better to catch up with them than for us to act alone.

We divided the backpack, mainly to distribute the weight, the fat man carried the most part, a little rest, and ate some food in the yellow-haired old jacket. That's when we moved on.

A few of us didn't take advantage of the fire to rob, at least this person was not completely out of breath, most of the food and water were left, and we only had one meal with us. What's left in the bag is still something he definitely doesn't need, so it's also considered morally good, in case of a miracle, he still has a way to live, otherwise he will kill people indirectly, and this is not something that can be carried casually.

The clouds and mist almost fell to the bottom, and the time was almost two or three o'clock, which was about the same as I calculated, sure enough, in the middle of the day, only that little more than an hour the valley floor will be completely exposed, but this time is not much, the clouds and fog continue to shroud, if the terrain at the bottom of the valley is more complicated, then getting lost is bound to experience.

Slowly, clouds began to emerge from the valley floor, buildings that seemed to be man-made, but were wrapped in various vines, and it was completely impossible to see what they were. Its shape is not much different from that of trees and rocks.

Finally, when those gray-white clouds fell to the heel position, we fell to the bottom of the valley, and searched the ground around, but found no human footprints or other traces, because of the reason for climbing with bare hands, we have already deviated from the position at that time, and now it is not an exaggeration to say that we have deviated from a hundred or ten meters.

After a few steps, the mist spread out like water, and although the circular valley above me was large, the sunlight was only in those few mountain crevices. The light was like a horizontal knife, slowly moving on the edge of the cliff below the base of the valley.

"How to go, fat master, show us the way." Along the way, I have been reluctant to make my own decisions, maybe it is so many tragic deaths that I have seen for so long, I can't bear the consequences of my choice, of course, I am still very welcome to the good results, but this kind of betting, there is almost no next time, take a wrong step, it will be a catastrophe, so the pain of transferring myself is already the only problem I am thinking about on the way down the cliff.

The fat man pulled his mouth a few times, but he didn't see what I meant, but he liked this kind of very dominant business, so he agreed. The fat man looked left and right, and immediately pointed in one direction and said: "Go this way, we have to have a roundabout, this place is not big, it will take less than half an hour to go straight to the center, and the old ghost who built here is estimated not to be so easy for us to walk this way." ”

The fat man pointed to the heel of the mountain wall, walking along the mountain wall, because of the fog, there is not so far visibility, I don't know what is the difference between the direction in front and the direction proposed by the fat man, but what the fat man said seems to be true, this trip is strange all the way, strange people and strange things are used to it, if there is no moth in the last paragraph, then there is really a problem.

The fat man pulled up the rifle, this thing has been carried by him, the gun is a miscellaneous product, there is no standard model, there are not many bullets, only a box and a half, and there will be no more than two in total when it is fully loaded into the magazine, but the sad thing is that we don't even have a magazine with a second clip, so he still holds it most reliable.

The steel folding handle is pulled apart, and this gun is a bit like a domestic Bayi style, I don't have a good impression of these things, in short, as long as you use it, it must be a matter of life and death, so it's better not to shoot as much as possible.

We moved forward quickly, the bottom of the valley accumulated a large amount of soil roots, the air was moist, and the ground was even more humid, and a large piece of sludge would stick to each foot, but compared to vertical rock climbing, it was still much more comfortable to walk on a flat road.

The place where we came down seemed to be the far point of the valley floor, and the more we walked forward, the more buildings we saw, and the direction was indeed correct, getting closer and closer to the edge of the ring at the valley floor. Most of these buildings are single stone pillars, and the stone pillars are similar to those gate pillars that we only saw when we came down the mountain, so to speak, almost the same kind of thing.

At first, we thought it was the same buildings again, but after walking a little bit around, it didn't seem that simple. The real situation may completely subvert Lao Zhuang's statement.

This is indeed not a tomb, and the so-called pillars of the gate hall are not necessarily the function of the pillars of the gate hall. I really regret that I didn't go any further, because there is a good chance that more pillars will be found.

As we walked around the cliff, there were more and more stone pillars, and the spacing between the doors was getting closer and closer, and this was the pillar of the gate hall, which was clearly a circular building like Stonehenge.

Walking around these pillars, a stone-paved road appeared on the ground, but the road was not yet comfortable, but the mist stirred by the ground in front of him lifted his heart again.

We walked only two hundred meters around the edge of the mountain wall, which is nothing, and from a distance, the smallest diameter of the entire ring valley is four or five kilometers, and the longest one of the arcs of the ring is close to ten kilometers in diameter, which is only seen with the eyes from a distance.

Although it is less than 200 meters away, but with the current visibility, it is completely impossible to find our place behind it, I thought that the fat man made the right decision, and I was happy that there was no change in such a long way, but when I calmed down, I was given a dull stick.

The fog that can't cover the feet in front of us writhes on the ground, and there is a black shadow lying in it, and the shaking of the fog is made by the black shadow, and we look at it from a distance and seem to be a person, only a few steps away, and immediately see the thing, it is a big monkey, yellow hair, almost let us recognize the yellow-haired foreigner. And the most terrifying thing is that there is not only one crawling on the ground in front of you, but there are four or five yellow-haired monkeys in the black and white mist on the ground.

The fat man instantly raised the rifle in his hand, he didn't know the enemy's situation, he couldn't shoot without permission, in case he angered those bloodthirsty monkeys, it was not comfortable, although the power of the gun was much greater, but if a shuttle couldn't kill all, then we would never have time to change the bullets.

The monkeys seem to be sleeping soundly, but this place is really not a place to sleep, and I can't help but admire that these monkeys have a really good physique, and they are just naked, and they are lying on the bluestone slab with open arms, I am afraid that they are not afraid of sleeping at all.

We hadn't figured out the situation yet, and we were about to retreat, but we didn't notice that the old pilot threw the dagger out, and I was terrified, was this contagious to the old madman? He's crazy too?

Turned his head and was about to stop it, but it was too late, the dagger flew out, the old man was expressionless, this person can always do unexpected things, even if it is not negotiable, then we have to do psychological construction before death.

The fat man's face also twitched a few times, he glanced at the old generation, and exchanged information with his eyes, I didn't understand, but the corners of the fat man's mouth had already shown an arc.

In an instant, the dagger was directly inserted into the body of the yellow-haired monkey, the monkey shook a little, and there was no riot, I glanced at the fat man, he pouted and then said: "Don't be foolish, it has already been cleaned up, we don't seem to have gone wrong on this road, someone led the way, and cleared the field by the way." ”

I was a little puzzled, but the fat man had undoubtedly waved us over, and the gun was still raised, just in case, although the monkey did not riot, but still moved a little, as if it was injured and not dead.

A few steps to the front, I suddenly realized, scolding the fat man and the old generation in my heart, always asking me with their knowledge, and not looking at what kind of goods I am, although this is a bit self-deprecating, but the fact is that, no matter how awesome you are, you have to consider me as a rookie? I can't always be silent and leave me at a loss.

These monkeys were really badly injured, and their bodies were full of wrist-thick blood holes, most of them were already dead, only one or two could still gasp, the fat man and the old generation looked at the monkey's wounds, and picked them open with daggers, and they were all silver-white bursting bullets. The fat man withdrew his rifle and took out an unassembled bullet from his pocket, which was also silvery-white, and the fat man pinched it, and immediately heard him let out an "oh ......" sound.