As soon as Mediterranean woke up, he subconsciously touched his face. He could definitely feel the heat on his face, and he didn't realize it when he was hit on the face, and he didn't know what was going on.

"How do I feel, this is the same as the last time the two of us were in the small storeroom?" Mediterranean touched his face and said, "Last time, I was also confused and didn't know anything. ”

"You're much stronger this time than last time, at least you didn't sing this time."

"Who did it so ruthlessly." Mediterranean took out a small mirror from his pocket, which he usually used to comb his hair, and when he took the mirror, he immediately saw the clear fingerprints on his face: "This slap has simply disfigured me." ”

"I didn't see it clearly." I told Mediterranean about what had happened: "I was also affected, and I couldn't see clearly. ”

At this time, the Mediterranean may finally believe that this place, which seemed to him to be able to cleanse his soul, was not as calm as he imagined.

"Bring me a cigarette." Mediterranean asked for a cigarette, lit it and smoked slowly, his brow furrowed slightly, with what I knew about him, what was he thinking about now.

"Brother Hai, what did you think of?"

"Dude." Mediterranean sighed and said, "The bronze statue, did we think about it from the beginning, we were wrong. ”

"What do you mean?"

After the Mediterranean first learned about the bronze statue from the Fangshan Taoist Temple, he has always felt that the bronze statue is a very tall thing, meaning eternal life, since ancient times, the legend is related to eternal life, are mysterious and noble. But after really getting in touch, what happened around the bronze statue seemed to have an unspeakable evil aura.

The Mediterranean Sea is the deepest feeling, last time I lost my soul, this time I almost hung on the side of the knoll.

I don't know how to reply to the Mediterranean, because my attention to the bronze statue is different from his.

"Brother Hai, what do you mean, you want to give up?"

"Give up? Are you kidding. Mediterranean quickly shook his head: "I'm just expressing it according to my own feelings." How much time I wasted for this, how could I give up, whether it was a mule or a horse, I had to see with my own eyes. ”

The teams were separated by a hundred meters and were stationed separately, and I ran back and forth between the two camps, keeping an eye on the dynamics. Luckily, we had an accident on the hillock, but we were safe and sound on the camp, and nothing happened to the camp.

I called Mu Qiang and walked around the lake slowly, trying to see if there were any clues. Mu Qiang also learned a good lesson today, he was originally an experienced person, but he had suffered losses that he had not suffered before, and now he is extremely careful, while walking with me, he looks at the six roads.

"If you don't die in a great disaster, you will have a blessing in the future." As I talked to Mu Qiang, I kept thinking about what was the thing that attacked us on the other side of the hill.

I had my own impression that it was not a person, and despite its head and limbs, my instincts told me that it must not be human.

I asked Mu Qiang if he had encountered a similar attack when he followed the team to work outside.

Mu Qiang thought about it and said no, in their opinion, the danger on the surface is far lower than the danger in the pit, and if something happens to the people who walk the martial arts road in the ancient times, 90% of them are in the pit.

As soon as Mu Qiang said this, my heart was even more unsound.

As I walked, I kept in touch with the people in both camps, and now the situation is not normal, and everyone has to be vigilant at all times. I'm not very steady, the hill where the accident happened is not very far from here, maybe more than three kilometers, less than four kilometers. There is a good chance that the attackers will spot the camp and attack again.

I think the Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers is very useful, but Mu Qiang brought one.

We didn't dare to go any further when we were almost out of range of the walkie-talkie, and now we had to be safe. So we made a circle and prepared to go back to camp from here.

As he walked, Mu Qiang sniffled, and it seemed that he had smelled something. I sniffed it, but I couldn't smell it.

"What's the smell?"

"Seems to be a little."

"Why didn't I smell it?"

"Mr. Lian, you don't eat this bowl of rice." Mu Qiang smiled and said, "If you walk the martial arts road and eat local rice like us, you can smell it." ”

Mu Qiang's main job is to go into the pit, and before going into the pit, no one can guarantee whether the pit is really safe. It is impossible for them to dig up the entire tomb like archaeology, and 99 percent of the pits are stolen in the form of cave theft. Robbery holes can generally only accommodate one person to crawl into, and through such holes, it is impossible to observe the internal situation clearly.

In order to ensure safety, they have come up with various methods, in order to grasp more clues and take the initiative before going into the pit.

Smelling is one of the methods, but it is not just anyone who can smell and smell it, you need to have someone to guide you, and it is more important to experience it yourself. Smell, mainly to smell the smell of the sealed soil brought up from the pit, from the very subtle smell, to infer some internal details.

When Mu Qiang first debuted, the master he followed was a top-notch figure in this regard. The old man's nose has simply reached the point of being superb, one law, one hundred laws, the old man can not only smell the smell of one percent or even one thousandth of the impurities in the sealed soil, but in real life, the sense of smell is also breathtaking.

It is said that the old man was very fond of drinking, and especially liked to go to the old tavern to ask for two dishes and get a little wine to drink. At that time, most of the wine sold in the tavern was loose wine, and the same wine in a jar might taste different from tomorrow's, because the boss would mix water into it, or mix some other wine that could not be sold.

Once, as soon as the old man sat down, the restaurant guy brought the wine first, but the old man didn't drink it, picked it up and sniffed it, and asked the guy to call the boss over.

As soon as the boss came, the old man whispered to him that the wine had just been opened, but it was mixed with a little September yellow.

The boss was a man who understood, and knew that the old man had called him aside and whispered to him that it was just to take care of the tavern's face and business, which was kind.

Moreover, the boss was stunned, this jar of wine is indeed just opened, according to the convention, the wine of the new altar will be mixed with a little water, this is not the boss is cunning, the wine is strong, and the water is broken, in fact, the taste and strength are the best.

September yellow is a kind of self-brewing in Huayang a long time ago, brewed with corn, also called Baogu wine, strong, very rushed, not too much wine aroma, drinking it is like drinking a fire, from the throat to the stomach. Later, there were not many people who drank September Yellow, and a jar of September Yellow in the store was sold for a year without being sold out, and finally there were two halves left, and the boss gave it to the new wine.

That kind of new wine jar is generally fifteen or twenty catties of one jar, more than ten catties of wine, mixed with two taels of miscellaneous wine, unless the gods can smell it.

The boss thanked the old man first, and then deliberately asked the old man how much September yellow was mixed in this wine. The old man closed his eyes, smiled hehe, and said, less than three taels. Just because it was less than three taels, the old man felt that this boss was not sincere.

The boss stretched out his thumb and said that the old man was a wine fairy, but the old man smiled and did not speak.

I feel that there should be a trace of bitterness in his heart at that time, if he was not forced by life to save his life when he went into the pit, no one would be fine, and he specially trained his nose like a dog.

"And what do you smell?"

"It smells light, but it doesn't smell good."

Mu Qiang couldn't smell what the smell was for the time being, but the smell he was smelling now was blown by a breeze, and the source of the smell must be in the headwind. We turned around and walked slowly forward, and the Celestial Maiden Scattered Flower was held in my hand, ready to be shot at any time.

Walking towards the front against the wind, the more I walked, the stronger the smell became, and even I could smell it. It's really an indescribable smell, a little stinky, and it's not a simple smell, the smell is mixed with a kind of smell after the fruits and vegetables are rotten, anyway, it doesn't smell very comfortable.

Mu Qiang snorted again, turned his head and said to me: "If my estimate is right, the source of the smell will be about ten meters away from here." ”

The terrain around Ta'er Lake is relatively flat, and I looked ahead, and there was nothing more than ten meters away. Everywhere there are potholes and ditches that have dried up.

I was very careful, and the first two accidents I encountered in Taal Lake came to my mind one by one. Even though I didn't see anything, I still held the Celestial Maiden Scattered Flowers, and now there is something lurking nearby, and if I find it, I will immediately give it a moment without hesitation.

"That's not right." Mu Qiang stood in place, his nose twitching, and he frowned: "It's the smell of corpses." ”

As soon as Mu Qiang said this, I became even more nervous. He had the experience to distinguish the faint smell of corpses in this more complex smell. He often goes down to the pit, in those pits of different ages, the state of the buried corpses is strange, if it takes a long time, the corpse smell will be transformed into other very bad smells, similar smells, Mu Qiang smells a lot, he will not distinguish wrong.

If Mu Qiang's judgment is correct, then what will be ten meters away?

I seemed to be infected by Mu Qiang, and I kept twitching my nose, but my sense of smell was far less sensitive than his.

I'm sure, though, that we're not far from the source of the smell.

"Mr. Lian, if it doesn't work, I'll take a look." Mu Qiang stretched out his hand to block me and said, "We can't both have an accident at the same time. ”

I didn't push it, it's not that I didn't act righteously, I deliberately let Mu Qiang take the lead, there are several people in the camp, if Mu Qiang and I both encounter accidents, most of them will be chaotic.

"Be careful." I changed hands and handed the Heavenly Maiden Scattered Flowers to Mu Qiang.

Mu Qiang took the Heavenly Maiden scattered flowers and walked slowly towards the front, I looked at him intently, until I watched him walk about twelve or thirteen meters away.

At this time, Mu Qiang paused.