The wound on my back was mostly healed, but it was only due to clotting of blood in the outer layer, but at least it was better than the blood drained. The fat man showed me, in fact, most of it was my own psychological reaction, and I felt the blood flowing all over my back at that time, but in fact, most of the division was still sweating. It's just that all the clothes were torn to pieces by those stinky monkeys, and when I evened out with the fat old generation, I got another one.

We didn't think about it, and we weren't allowed to think about it, so we were politely forced down the secret passage by the old madman with a firearm behind us. There was almost no light in the dark tunnels, and we could barely move forward by the faint vapor lights.

It was full of dirt, like moss, cobwebs, and even insect corpses and feces that filled all the crevices. Not only what we saw, but also the smell of our nose made us cry out again and again.

It was the smell of corruption, the smell of corruption in the entire tunnel, and the worst thing was the unusually stuffy heat in the tunnel, it seemed that the air in it had not been clear for at least a few decades.

We were very obedient and didn't ask for a specific whereabouts, because whether it was to die or something else, it was useless to ask now, what the ending should be, and knowing it too early was just to create more psychological pressure on ourselves and add to the pain.

We walked for almost half an hour, and we couldn't see the destination before, and we couldn't see the place we came from, so it was really painful, and finally the fat man shouted first: "It's over." ”

The old madman didn't say much, but replied, "The door is overhead, push it open." ”

What followed was a very laborious process, and it was not at all easy to push up the covered stone door, and when we climbed up one by one, we found that the door seemed to have not been opened for a long time, and the entire stone slab lying flat on the ground was almost completely wrapped in vines, and we were so laborious because of those things.

Another plot of the fat man was given up when he was ready to act, because the old madman's fire gun came out before him, and we either ran. Either he can only be threatened, but he can only run, but he only runs a dozen steps, and when he comes out, he still has to be hit with iron sand.

At this point I told me what this place was, and we saw the whole village in front of us, but we were at the edge of the village, at the foot of the huge stone pillar mountain, down a big slope, and under the ramp was the ancient village.

This is outside the village, and we don't know which building connects to it, but we are located three kilometers from the center of the village, and sure enough, it took almost half an hour to walk in vain.

This seems to be a convenient way out of the village, but knowing the situation ahead, it seems more likely that this is the route for the defending army to enter the village and collect the net, and the old madman didn't give us a chance to breathe, so he shook his head behind us a few times.

The huge pillar-like rocky mountain now looks even larger, and the scene on it is clearer. We looked up, and the cave and cypress bushes where the mask appeared were no longer distinguishable.

The old madman turned around at the foot of the cliff several times, not knowing what he was groping on the bare cliff, and we really couldn't understand it for a long time, so the fat man asked first: "Uncle, we don't want to climb up." ”

The old madman turned his head and giggled twice: "Of course you have to go up, the place you want to go is up there." ”

The fat man looked up at the cliff, which was not completely vertical, and had a certain arc of toppling outward. Therefore, when I first came out of the secret passage, I thought that the cliff had collapsed.

The fat man didn't see the rope hanging down from the cliff, nor did he notice that the old madman had any rope that could exceed a meter, so he glanced at his twisting foot: "How can you go up, you can always fly, we only have shoelaces." The fat man looked at me and the old man left and right, and said, "Let's save up and see if we can climb two meters?" ”

The fat man was clearly joking, polite on the surface, but in fact, he secretly didn't treat the old madman as a normal person, he was polite, that was really abnormal. Although the fat man said this, the result was that the old madman was not upset, he ignored us and walked out along the cliff wall himself.

We don't want to run away anymore, it's worthless. There were no branches or grass in the open space, and if you ran a few meters away, he would surely be beaten into a sieve.

But before that, we still have to figure out the situation, and we have to die clearly, and no matter how bad it is, we have to pull the other party's back. We hurried to keep up with the old madman.

He walked a little way and looked at the cliff wall, as if he was looking for something. We didn't know what he thought, and he didn't say anything, so as much as we desperately wanted to help, it didn't come in handy.

At last the old madman's movements changed, but he stopped not for anything else, but to see a thigh-thick hole at the foot of the cliff, which was obviously not artificial, and it was not something strange that caught the old madman's attention.

We could already see clearly behind him, and a few seconds before we got here, we saw a black-haired thing get into it, it was a big black-haired rat with a tail half a meter long.

I look so disgusting that this thing can almost turn the finger and eat the cat. The rat was a bit too big, and I didn't want to go straight over, I had already thought of it, but the old madman stopped at the door.

The next scene was something we didn't expect, and we hardly dared to look at it squarely. The old madman half-crouched down, and he took something out of his coat that had become a rag, and it seemed to be a fire breaker, or a firework.

Sure enough, the old madman lit one of the heads of the thing, and the cylindrical thing began to emit some cyan smoke, not much smoke, and the old madman poked into the rat hole.

Immediately, the big rat was forced out by the smoke, and as soon as he grabbed it, the old madman stuck the neck of the big rat that came out. The rat was not spared the fate of being killed, and it was unlucky, but he went out early in the morning and died after a few walks.

If this proves that the old madman is cruel, then the next thing is that he is disgusting. He didn't stop, he took out a dagger from his waist, he seemed very familiar, the dagger slashed a few times, and the skin of the big mouse was peeled off by the old madman, and he threw it aside with his tail, and the guy cleaned the internal organs of the mouse as if he were handling pork, and then the rat meat was cut into small pieces by him.

That's right, this person is really a madman, at least twenty or thirty pounds of big rats were divided into dozens of pieces by him, and the rat meat that was still stained with blood was treated as breakfast by him without doing anything else.

We watched disgustingly, and this man didn't forget to disgust us again, and grabbed the mouse meat with his hand and handed it to us. The fat man waved his hand again and again, and I almost backed away, trying to hold my throat, and something rushed up.

When the madman saw that we didn't eat, he smiled: "If you don't eat enough, I'm afraid you won't feel good in the future." Eat it, it's not like you haven't eaten it. The old madman handed the blood-red rat meat again.

We refused again, but when I thought about what he said, I felt that something was wrong, and when I thought about it, I spit it out. This king eight lambs, I was furious and rushed to the heavenly spirit cover, almost having the idea of using a submachine gun to kill him suddenly.

Last night I wondered what the smoked meat was, and thought it might be rabbits or other herbivores, or at worst ground pigs, bamboo rats, or the like, but I really didn't think that something that tasted a little like goat meat could come from here.

The fat man was also a little nauseous, retched a few times and didn't spit out anything, and the old generation covered his mouth and didn't know what mood he was in now. The old madman giggled again with a mocking laugh. He finally retracted the bloody rat meat, and although I had vomited it clean, I still felt like I had stepped on shit.

The old madman let us go, and the mood that had only been established for a short time was completely ruined, and the old madman continued to walk, and there was no other way for us to continue to follow.

This man has not let down his guard, and the flother in his hand has never left the fire torch for a moment, this time he was polite, so he brought three, and all of them were short-handled fire guns, and it happened that each of the three of us rewarded one.

Finally, after ten minutes I understood what the old madman had said last night, and it was because of why the old madman didn't ask us to go right last night. We still have to climb the cliff, and the fat man's mouth has really opened up. But the way to climb the cliff is not to follow the climbing rope, but to build the potholes and protrusions on the cliff in the first place.

There are no single potholes, but they appear in a whole row upwards and zigzags, immediately reminding us of those artificial climbing walls. These places couldn't be climbed at night, and we either fell crippled or just fell into meatloaf.

Because these are all raised or sunken on the almost white rocks, it is impossible to see at night, and the same is true during the day. The morning sun shines through, and the white rock walls are barely visible.

Our attitude was once again rejected by the old madman, this cliff must be climbed, and the fire gun is against us, and we are not allowed to think about it again. The fat man looked at the cliff, then at his own size, sighed, and took the lead and set an example, and went up the cliff.

I have to say that these recesses for landing are very cleverly designed, and there is also a special setting for the way to climb up. The cliffs here are not as sloping as elsewhere, not only are they not on the outward side, but the cliffs seem to have a few degrees of elevation inward.

Climbing to 50 meters of the cliff, this is the first time I have climbed to such a height with my bare hands, it can be said that it is another challenge of life, but when I raised my eyes and looked up, there were still two or three hundred meters above, I couldn't help but have a kind of jumping down and ending this sad life.

It was rare to find a large slope where we could rest on the cliff, and the fat man was trembling above my head, and I didn't quite believe him, and if this man stepped on the air, he would be left dead.