I took a tentative step forward, but the half-dog didn't react, so I took another step. As I walked, I observed the half-cut dog, and if something was wrong, I would withdraw in time.

However, I walked cautiously for a few steps, and the half-cut dog still did not respond, and still maintained a posture of tilting his head.

I was almost half across from the dog, less than a meter away. It was so close that I could smell the strong stench of half of the dogs.

The two bronze fragments on the dog's neck have come into view. This time I looked very carefully, and I could be sure that it was 100% a bronze fragment, and that it had collapsed from some kind of artifact, and I could see the cracks in the edges of the fragments. There was no text on the fragments, and no lines were visible, and I wondered if the patina had obscured the original handwriting or ornamentation.

Bronze occupies a very important position in the history of ancient Chinese smelting. Bronze is very precious, in the pre-Qin period when the productivity was very backward, ore was hard to come by, bronze was mainly used to cast weapons and sacrificial vessels, and was an important resource exclusively enjoyed by the royal family and nobles.

It was not until the development of iron-smelting technology that bronze lost its utility, but it was most likely used to cast sacrificial vessels in later generations. For this reason, the bronzes that have been handed down to later generations are of great value for research. A few people who have poured bronzes in Huayang Guxing are already rich people on the rich side.

I could make out the bronze shards, but I couldn't tell what they were falling from. Although I begged for a living in the ancient industry, I never touched anything like bronzes.

I watched carefully for a long time, but I didn't see anything for the time being. If you want to see if there is any residual text or ornamentation under the patina of the bronze fragments, you have to deal with the patina first. I peeked at the half-cut dog, and it was very honest and seemed to be very friendly now.

I don't know what caused the half-cut dog's attitude to take a 180-degree turn, and before that, the half-cut dog was going to trap us alive.

Despite the change in the attitude of the half-cut dog, I still have a headache because I don't know how to communicate with it. Seeing her lie still all the time, I became a little bolder, and slowly reached out and touched the bronze shard around its neck.

My hand slowly touched the bronze shards, which were not of the same shape, slightly smaller than a matchbox, less than a centimeter thick. I looked at the half-cut dog and still didn't move, and I wanted to see if I could take the bronze pieces off.

However, as soon as I exerted a little force, half of the dog's neck twisted suddenly. It was only then that I realized that the bronze fragment was worn on a thin black and sloppy rope, and that rope had probably been worn on half of the dog for so long that it had grown faintly into the flesh.

I didn't dare to try any harder, but I got along with the half-cut dog a little better, and I was afraid that if it hurt, it would suddenly turn its face. I pulled out a knife and scratched it lightly on the pieces, which must have been an old thing, and the dirt on it was almost connected to the splinters, and I couldn't scrape it off with a knife.

I wondered if I could remove the two pieces, most of the rope was embedded in half of the flesh around the dog's neck, and the rest was exposed. I tried to cut the rope with a knife, and if I cut it, the bronze pieces would be in my hands.

At the moment when I was holding the knife and trying to try it, I suddenly found that there was a cloud of water vapor in the eyes of half of the dog.

I have to admit that a person's character is born and will not change much in a lifetime. I'm an emotional person by nature, and when I see the tears in half of a dog's eyes, I can't do it.

I don't hold grudges, I forget how half of the dog trapped us to death and alive. At this moment, I suddenly understood that half of the dog could survive by relying on these two bronze fragments. If it weren't for these two fragments, the half-cut dog would have died in this barren land. If these two pieces of bronze were taken away, the half of the dog would never survive.

However, the half-cut dog did not dodge or resist. From its eyes, I seemed to see a human-like gaze.

Its gaze gave me the feeling that it was sending a message to me: this thing is very important to it, but if I want to take it, it will not refuse.

The gaze is silent, but sometimes, the gaze is deeper than words. I thought back to the scene when I was trapped, and pondered for a long time, and I felt that the half-dog wanted to trap us, and probably had no other intention, but only one intention, which was to strangle as many people as possible near Ta'er Lake.

Lu Fangding's luck is good, he came to Ta'er Lake twice, half of the dog is not here, Bao Weigong's luck is not good, just rushed to Ta'er Lake from the mainland, and met half of the dog.

If you think about it along this line, the half-cut dog is guarding Ta'er Lake, and I am very convinced that it is most likely guarding the space under Ta'er Lake.

At this moment, I have some feelings and feelings. I usually don't like that kind of chicken soup for the soul, because everyone is in a different environment, different positions, and psychological feelings cannot be the same, and there is no real empathy in this world. However, now I suddenly want to pretend to be a saint.

Life is the same, whether it is a human or an animal, after satisfying the needs of survival, superfluous killing should be condemned, and no one can take a life without permission.

I don't know why, my heart softened at this time, I have hands and knives, and if I find a way to remove half of the bronze fragments from the dog's neck, it is not impossible. However, having lost the bronze fragments, half of the dog will die.

After thinking about it, I actually stopped.

Half of the dog's eyes seemed to be teary all the time, and I suddenly realized that this dog might be a dog with a story. Because it seems to be psychic, its eyes are very different from the eyes of ordinary dogs.

I put away the knife, and when the half-dog saw that I had stopped, he seemed deeply moved, and let out a soft whimper.

However, I still feel very sorry in my heart, because these two bronze fragments can have a very good history, and I remember very clearly, in that ethereal little village, I saw some people hidden in the depths of my memory, and I could not have seen them without an inducing opportunity.

It is certain that the half-cut dog does not have this ability, and all this is still the effect of bronze fragments.

I dropped the crowbar in my hand and sat on the ground, half of the dog was not hostile, I suddenly felt very bored, others walked in the moonlit night, all flowers before the moon, but here I looked back and forth with a strange dog.

"What the hell is the origin of this thing?" I couldn't help but touch the bronze fragment on half of the dog's neck again: "What is the origin of the ......?"

At this time, the half-cut dog moved, turned his head, and dragged his body with his two front legs and trotted to the side. I didn't know what it was going to do, but when the dog ran a few meters away, it looked back at me.

It dawned on me that the half-dog might be trying to keep me up with it.

I didn't know where the half-cut dog was going to take me, but this time, I learned the lesson of last time, that no matter where I went, I had to take some survival necessities with me. I ran to get a backpack, stuffed a lot of stuff into it, picked up the crowbar on the ground, and followed half of the dog.

Half of the dog ran unhurriedly, with small broken steps on its two front legs, flat and steady. After running more than ten meters away, I realized that half of the dog should have been heading towards the crack near the camp. The rift was the entrance to the underground space, and the camp of Bao Weigong's team was near the rift.

At this point, I had a vague feeling that the reason why the half-dogs had trapped us before was probably because our camp was too close to the entrance to the underground space.

The half-cut dog ran steadily to the side of the crack, and the man who covered up the crack did some cover-up, but the half-cut dog should be very familiar with this place, and pulled the disguised crack open. It barely hesitated and plunged headlong into it.

I followed it all the time, through the narrow passage behind the entrance. I've been to this place before, and I'm familiar with the surrounding terrain, and the half-cut dog must have been here more than once, and the Tao is more familiar than me. It ran in front, I followed, and gradually, it came to the vicinity of the two huge waterwheels.

I knew that the two waterwheels were powered by water power and then formed a semi-automatic water discharge function, but I had never paid close attention to these two huge waterwheels before. The underground river next to the waterwheel has not changed for thousands of years, but in the passage of time, the two waterwheels have broken down.

When I got here, the half-dog stopped and followed the flashlight in my hand to look at the two huge waterwheels. Although it can't speak, its actions at this moment have already shown that it wants to take me to the waterwheel.

There was no road from here to the waterwheel, so I looked left and right to see if I could climb down with a rope and cross to the waterwheel. But after the half-cut dog stopped, he immediately started running on his two front legs, and I followed a few steps, and the half-dog climbed down from a very inconspicuous corner.

I found that the road that the half-dog was walking was quite hidden, and the road was so steep that if I hadn't thought of the watermill, I might not have noticed the road that almost ran through the cliff. There is an underground river nearby, and the water vapor is heavy, and the narrow path is smooth and wet, so you have to pay full attention and walk slowly down.

Fortunately, the road was still passable, but when I got to the last few steps, the road was so steep that my feet slipped and I slid straight down the road.

After coming down from this road, there was the bank of the underground river, and I was right, and when the half-dog took me to the two waterwheels, he didn't leave, indicating that this was the destination.