The fat man gasped and said, "When did this Rabah become African?" ”

When I heard him say this, I couldn't help but scold in a low voice: "Black like this, that's your uncle." ”

I don't know why we both said such inconsistencies in that situation.

I looked at the fat man for a while, and immediately noticed that the black shadow below seemed to be completely unmoving. After waiting for a while, the fat man sighed: "It doesn't matter whose uncle he is, he hasn't moved for a long time, so it's not necessarily alive, let's get down to business first." ”

At this point, it's hard for us to discuss whose uncle that black object is, after all, the priority is to find Raba.

But at this time, it was difficult again, and Rabah still shouted intermittently. However, due to the structure of the main hall, it is impossible to determine the location of Rabah through sound.

"Little rooster, whoever you point to is whoever you want."

As soon as the fat man said this, I almost vomited out a mouthful of blood, and I have to admit that the fat man is really a fucking talent. Following the direction that the fat man had found out by chance, we still walked over that direction.

The steps down were wider than I expected, and they didn't look like they were meant to be sitting. The steps are about 1.5 meters wide and 1.5 meters high, and they go around in a circle, going down about 30 steps.

The stairs are still very easy to descend. It's just too dark, so we're going to climb very slowly. The flames of the fat incendiary bomb slowly disappeared behind us. The fat man and I fell into the darkness again with only one point of light.

The further down you go, the lower the temperature feels. The fat man stopped a few steps down and rubbed his hands, it was too cold. I couldn't tell where the chill was coming from, and I suddenly had a sense of foreboding in my heart that it couldn't be caused by these corpses.

At this time, I instantly remembered something that I had discovered before, when the three of us climbed to the city wall, we found that at the top of the main hall, there seemed to be some strange black gas floating. Thinking about it now, it may not be the miasma that I guessed at the time.

It was so cold that we had only gone half the distance, and the fat man yelled to stop. He poured some of the alcohol out on the ground and lit it directly, warming it with the help of the flames.

I also put my hand on the fire and roasted my hand, which had been frozen a little purple. The alcohol burned quickly, and the fat man immediately added some more, only this time he missed his hand and poured down most of the bottle.

The flames were blazing, and immediately I could smell my hair burning, and I had no choice but to retreat.

The flames were still burning when we left, and we didn't care. He walked around the steps to the other side, and searched for more than ten minutes, but still did not find Raba's figure.

By the sound of the sound, we could sense that Rabah was nearby, but we couldn't find it. After a long time, we were looking for cold and tired, and the fat man was obviously a little angry, and his shouting words were full of swearing.

"Where is this bastard, when I find him out, I will have to deduct his money." The fat man said as he walked ahead.

At this time, I took a probe and said, "Don't you, everyone is so miserable, and you still deduct other people's money." ”

"I'll just say it casually, you said that this person is so weak-willed, and he still acts as a guide." The fat man still walked forward.

It is understandable that Rabah was driven crazy, after all, he was religious, and he was indoctrinated with all kinds of superstitions since he was a child. His hallucinations may be things that he fully believes in but can't accept.

For the unknown, humans will always arrange a reasonable explanation for it. As the crowd gathered, it gradually evolved into the rules and regulations that belonged to those people, and this system slowly developed until it matured into the religious system we all know.

People of faith and people without faith are completely different, I am a person without faith, I can be afraid when I encounter the unknown, but fear has a limit after all. Because I know that it is only in a state where it is still in place, and as long as the time is extended, the unknown will always become known.

People of faith are in a different state entirely, and they will do everything they can to turn what they see into what their faith is trying to convey, until they believe everything completely and unconditionally. It's just that once this state is broken, they will fall into a strange circle of trust and distrust, and those who see the truth clearly may get out of this strange circle, and those who can't see clearly will fall deeper and deeper.

After another ten minutes, we had already walked around the steps. Not far ahead, where we poured alcohol to keep warm, the flames were still burning.

Above us, and a few steps below. Rabah must not be here. Then the only possibility is that he is underneath, at the bottom of those piles of corpses.

I shuddered, and not long ago I thought about the necessity of going down to the bottom. But that's just a consideration, and if you really want to go down, you may need to make a lot of psychological preparation.

We stood on the steps, facing a mountain of corpses. The fat man held a flashlight and deliberately pressed the light very low. The two of us stood at the edge of the middle steps for a long time, and finally the cold made us make our final choice.

All the way down to the bottom of the pit, we stood at the edge of the last step and saw that it was three meters high, and we couldn't see the panorama below, but we couldn't go straight down.

This dilemma was immediately broken by the sudden appearance of steps, which were almost the same as those of ordinary people, a bit like the stairs on the embankment of a river dam.

I reluctantly followed the fat man, and the reason why we had to go down was because a few minutes earlier there had been the cry of Rabah from below the high platform.

There were less than twenty steps, and as soon as I stepped on the lowest floor, I felt that something was wrong. The ground is soft. The fat man obviously noticed it, and the flashlight shone on the ground.

There was something dark on the ground, and there was nothing to see on the surface, but as soon as I stepped on it, it was like stepping on top of the mud, and my whole foot immediately sank.

I felt a little sick and didn't know what this slimy thing was. The fat man looked at the mountains of corpses piled up a few meters away, and stepped on the black mud on the ground. Then I heard it scream.

"This ...... It's fucking corpse oil. ”

I was stunned, I must have never seen corpse oil, but no matter how bad it is, I have heard of it. The thought of stepping on that kind of thing made me feel sick to the occasion, and I jumped onto the steps with a leap.

My shoes still had some grease on them, and I didn't wipe them clean after rubbing them on the steps a few times. The fat man did not come out, and he was still standing in the corpse oil all over the ground.

When he saw this, he said, "It's just some stale corpse oil, what's the big deal." ”

I couldn't tell from his words that he really didn't care too much or held on, but seeing him step on the corpse oil a few more times, I felt that he really didn't care too much about what was under his feet.

After all, I was going down, and after a few psychological comforts and the urging of the fat man, I still returned to the corpse oil, and the grease probably didn't drop most of my shoes, but fortunately, the upper was relatively high, and it was not poured into the shoes.

"How can there be corpse oil here, shouldn't it all rot?" I asked the fat man walking in front of me.

The fat man said, "How do I know this, the normal place either rots and only the bones remain, or it is completely dehydrated and turned into a dry corpse because it is too cold, but this place is not normal." ”

"How is it not normal?" The fat man was annoyed by my question, so he didn't continue, just shook his head.

His feet were in the corpse oil, and he made a strange sound. We didn't dare to get too close to the pile of corpses, so we had to keep walking along the rock wall of the steps.

Because of the corpse oil, I didn't even dare to touch the wall of the stairs with my hands. I could feel that the fat man's fear at this time should not be much, and he was walking in front with a big grin at this time.

After walking a short distance, the fat man suddenly stopped, and the flashlight swept the ground a few times. I was behind him and couldn't see what it was.

I had to lean in, but I deliberately squeezed over the wall. In the ground of the corpse, I found a series of dents.

"Are these Raba's footprints?" I asked the fat man, who looked a little dazed.

The fat man then looked up: "What the hell did he jump from above?" ”

Only then did I realize that there was indeed a problem, and the footprints started from here suddenly, but I immediately had a conjecture and immediately said, "Then it doesn't have to be from this side, if he came from that side." ”

The fat man snorted coldly: "Do you walk backwards?" Walking and walking, unhappy, stepping on the original footprints, Wang Hui walking? ”

Only then did I realize that the direction of the footprints in the depression was forward. But according to the depth of this footprint, it doesn't look like it jumped from above, not to mention the slippery and sticky corpse oil, whether it will slip when you jump down. Jumping from such a high place, the footprints must not be of this depth and size.

The fat man stooped over to the footprints to observe, and then immediately exclaimed, "These are not Raba's footprints." ”

At first, I thought that the fat man was just startled, but when I went to look at it, I realized that what the fat man said was indeed right. The footprints were definitely not Rabbah's, they were stepped on barefoot, and I am sure that they must not be the footprints of one man.

The footprints are long, wide, and quite large, most notably not just five toes on this foot, but seven toes on this foot.

"What is this?" I was covered in hair.

A footprint that suddenly appears and is not yet human, so what would it be?

I didn't hear the fat man's speculation for a long time, so I went to see him, but found that the fat man's eyes were glazed. When he saw that I was looking at him puzzled, he said in a very soft voice: "Don't guess, it's somewhere." ”

I saw him point in the direction with his eyes, and then I got up and looked over there. At the end of the flashlight, about fifteen meters away, a black humanoid figure stood there, and at the position of the head, two green rays of light looked directly at us.