This is a karst cave with strange rocks and stalagmites, stalactites hanging upside down on it, and water seeping in from the waterfall below, gradually converging into a small stream.

I bowed my head and followed the girl forward, not saying a word along the way. Soon I realized that the place was a trumpet-shaped hole, and the deeper I went, the closer I found the space above us, and it wasn't long before I had to kneel forward.

After crawling in the stream for about half an hour, I couldn't stand it, not the cold stream, but the depression, an unprecedented sense of depression filled me.

It's really depressing, in the boundless darkness, there is the occasional popping sound of gravel falling into the water, and the sound of clothes rubbing against the rocks of the cave

Chapter 50 of "Strange Tales of Yin Mountain", forbidden to speak is being hit by hand, please wait a moment,

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