That little bit of shining light was very dazzling in the depths of the dark space. This is very basic common sense, in this space, there must be something reflective.

Bao Weigong and I have been here, and as far as I know, there is only a mess of stones left in this place, except for a door that can barely be distinguished. I didn't know what was reflecting the light for a while, but I stood here and watched for a while, and the flashlight shone back and forth, and as long as the angle was correct, the flashes of light over there continued one after another.

According to the current position to go inside, it is a place that Bao Weigong and I have not been to, I can't eat what the reflective thing is, since I have found it, I must go to see it.

I was very careful not to get lost in it, even though that little bit of light wasn't very far away, but I was still afraid. I used a very stupid but effective method, which he told me when I was talking to Blind San'er before. I took two very thin bundles of rope, which were about a hundred meters together. Fix one end of the rope at the starting point, and then lead the rope to walk, no matter how complicated the road is, as long as you follow the rope back, you will definitely be able to return to the starting point.

I used this stupid method, grabbed the rope and walked forward, about ten meters later, the reflective light point was already very close in front of me.

In front of him was a small mess of stones, and that little glittering point of light was mixed in with the stones.

I walked over to the stones, and in the mess of stones, there was something like gold. I carefully watched to make sure there was no danger before picking it up.

It was about the size of a palm, yellow and clear, and suddenly it looked like gold, but on closer inspection, it didn't look like it. Because this thing is well preserved as a whole, but the corners are already rusty. Gold doesn't produce such rust, and if you look at it that way, I think it's a piece of bronze.

If you are not familiar with bronze, it is easy to cause misunderstandings, and you feel that bronze is that dark green color. In fact, no, the bronzes that remain now are basically very old, and the body is seriously oxidized. When real bronze is first cast, it is as beautiful as gold.

This suspected bronze object is smooth on one side and has a dense fine line on the other. The fine lines are very messy, and I can't see what they are, and if there are people with dense phobias, it is estimated that they will feel unbearable when they look at it.

Holding this bronze, I wondered. How long ago was this thing made? The time is too short, it doesn't make sense, the time is too long, and it is impossible to preserve it so well in such an environment.

Moreover, there is only one such bronze scattered all over the large and small stones, which indicates that someone may have lost the bronze here.

I looked around again, and there was only one piece of bronze.

A coil of rope is almost running out, I actually want to go deeper again, and now that I have come in at most more than forty meters, there should be no problem. I thought about it for a moment, took out the spare flashlight, turned it on, and put it on the small stone pile, so that after walking for a while, as long as I could still see the bright light of the spare flashlight, I could walk back along the bright light.

I slowly continued to go deeper, one door after another, standing silently in the darkness. In fact, it was a majestic scene, with so many gates, and it took countless manpower and material resources to build. I have never figured out who built this place, even if it is a prosperous dynasty like the Tang Dynasty, it may not have such a strong national strength.

As I walked, I looked back, and I could still see the glow of the spare flashlight. Countless gates, basically closed, I tried to push through, the gate was as heavy as a mountain, and it was impossible to push it open by the strength of one person.

After walking for about a hundred meters, I had to turn a corner, and I was afraid that I would not see the light of the flashlight when I turned the corner, so I stood there and hesitated.

Just as I hesitated, a large door caught my attention in the darkness around the corner. The gate was not noticeably different from the others, but there was a dark red mark on the door that had dried up.

The gate was not far from here, so I couldn't get lost at such a distance, so I gritted my teeth and walked around the corner.

In the light, the dark red mark on the gate was very dazzling. When I got closer, I saw a dark red mark at the height of a man, and in addition to a mark that had almost melted into the door, there was also a man's handprint.

It must have been a human handprint, and the traces of the five fingers and the entire palm were easily recognizable. Looking at this mark, I felt that it should be dried up blood.

It is now completely impossible to discern when this bloodstain and that clear handprint were left, the blood is dry, and in this environment without the influence of natural climate, it is difficult to judge the time of the imprint. There didn't seem to be anything unusual about this gate, but it was this bloody handprint that made me feel the difference.

I stood in front of the door and stretched out my hand to make a gesture, as if the position of this handprint was left by a person who reached out and slapped it vigorously on the door. I'm not sure that much, but I have a strong feeling that someone has tried to open the door but couldn't.

This man must have been very unwilling, and after feeling that there was no hope of opening this gate, he still stood here at the gate and refused to leave.

There are so many gates in this place, why did you choose this gate? There must be a reason for this.

In this way, I also became curious about this gate.

The door would definitely not open, but I still wanted to try, so I stood by the door for a long time, and then slowly stretched out my hand, intending to push and push.

Rumble!!!

As soon as my hand touched the door, and before I could exert my strength, my whole body felt as if I had been electrocuted, and it was bounced open at once. This force was very large, so I was caught off guard, my body fell to the ground heavily, and rolled backwards a few times, and when I subconsciously turned over and wanted to get up, my eyes suddenly went black, and I almost didn't come up in one breath.

I don't know what the hell is going on, but as soon as I was bounced open, the bloodstained door suddenly emitted a devastating aura. The breath completely overwhelmed me, and I lost almost all thoughts, and my feet were on the ground, and I kept retreating.

I just want to stay away from this gate, and the strange and terrifying aura produced by this gate is what I feel most frightened in my life, and it is even more terrifying than never to return.

I retreated more than ten meters in a row until I reached the corner, and when I looked back, the light of the spare flashlight appeared in my sight again. I just fell very badly, and the psychological fear was like a tidal wave, turbulent, and I immediately had the intention of retreating.

At this time, I seemed to be unable to control my nervousness and fear, endured the pain, ran to the spare flashlight in one breath, grabbed the rope thrown on the ground, and returned directly to the edge.

I didn't think about anything in my head, but I kept braving question marks one after another, what was inside that bloodstained door? Why do I feel an aura of destruction spreading as soon as I touch the door?

Barking......

While I was in shock, I faintly heard the barking of half a dog. Half of the dog should have been guarding outside the small door, and the barking should not have been heard so far. I gathered the leash and followed the barking back, and before I had gone far, half of the dog came into view.

It must have seen the flashlight in my hand, dragged its two front legs, crawled as fast as it could, ran straight to me, bit my trouser legs, and dragged it backwards. Half of the dog couldn't speak, but as soon as I saw what it was doing, I knew something might be wrong.

I was already panicking, and the half-cut dog was like this, and I couldn't care about anything in my heart, so I ran back with it. I found out that things could be really fatal, and I couldn't keep up with it even if I was running like a dog, and I was still a little unable to keep up with it.

By the time I crossed the water with the half-dog, I could probably hear the sound of a waterwheel spinning, and the sound of rumbling water. As soon as I heard this sound, I immediately realized that the drainage system over there was probably activated.

According to my judgment, the water in Ta'er Lake was only discharged not long ago, and the drainage system was activated at least half a year or even more later, but I never expected that the drainage system would be activated again so soon.

That's why the half-dog dragged me back in a hurry. Waiting until the drainage system is activated, it is not as simple as it is now. When I ran with the half-cut dog to the place near the entrance of the cave, the water was already flowing out along the gap, but fortunately, the half-cut dog called the police in time, and finally rushed back.

We rushed out of the crack one after the other, and I was soaking wet, and half of the dog was literally a reservoir dog. I quickly packed up some of the camp's stuff and loaded it into the car, and drove the car off again.

By the time I was done, the water was still flowing outward, and I calmed down a bit, feeling that there might be something wrong with the drainage system.

Thinking about it, I stumbled upon the big backpack that was mounted in the car. There was a bronze skull in the backpack, and when I saw this, I thought about it and made a judgment in my heart.

This judgment is quite nonsense, similar to nonsense, but I don't know why, my feeling is very direct and strong. I feel that the operation of the drainage system should have something to do with this bronze skull.

I had previously guessed that the drainage system must have corresponding controls to ensure that it could be operated and stopped for roughly equal periods of time, but I have never studied what exactly controls the drainage system.

The rusty bronze skull, which may have controlled the drainage system. A mutilated ear cracked out of the bronze skull, hanging on the neck of a half-cut dog, has so much magic, and the whole bronze skull must be more bullish than one ear.

Thinking about it, I was a little nervous and excited, the bronze head is here, if I find the body of the bronze figure and put it together, what will happen?