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Beard made a look of being completely tricked, and angrily picked up a stone and threw it at the stone wall, only to shatter the stone and the reliefs to be unharmed. Pen %Fun%Pavilion www.biquge.info[*****$*****]*"Grandma's, is it all an illusion just now?" The beard looked at the reliefs in a daze.

"Impossible." I said, "You see the wounds on the knife's ears, they are all scarred, how can it be a hallucination?" ”

"It's the mountain demon patrolling the mountain." At this time, Abang said: "When I was a child, I heard the old people in the village say such a legend, someone went into the mountains to collect medicine, and when he slept in the mountains at night, he saw such a thing, a group of people, carrying ghostly lanterns in the forest, the medicine pickers felt strange and followed, and found that they finally walked into the mountain, the medicine pickers were scared enough, and quickly returned to the village to tell the patriarch, the wizard said, it was the mountain demon patrolling the mountain, and made a special sacrifice for this purpose, and then the medicine picker died. ”

"How did you die?"

"Old dead." Abang told Beard very seriously, and then was beaten up by Beard.

I definitely didn't agree with the script in "Journey to the West", so I looked at Li Sanmin and asked, "Do you know what's going on?" Didn't you say that by following them, we would find the entrance? Are we going to hit the wall en masse? Or do you learn from Bodhidharma and think about it, and you will never be a tomb robber again as a monk in your next life? ”

"I rely on my brother, do you have a little ambition? If you don't become a tomb robber, you can't be a monk, so you have to be a rich second generation, right? The beard rolled up his sleeves, looked at Li Sanmin fiercely, and said, "I believe what you said just now was not fart, but shit!" ”

Li Sanmin didn't seem to expect things to turn out like this, his face was very ugly, and his beard still had to be unforgiving: "How is it?" Constipated? ”

Then we heard the neighing of the knife, and we all turned our heads to look at him, and found that he was looking at the reliefs carefully, and then walked along the reliefs to the left, with a more solemn expression. Tibetan Tracking 279

I subconsciously thought that there was something wrong with the relief? Or is the entrance on the stone wall, so we really have to hit the stone collectively, right?

The knife walked and walked, suddenly stopped and began to look down at the ground. We followed the movement of the knife and looked to the ground, but there was nothing but gravel on the ground.

"There's something wrong with the relief." The cold words of the beard startled me.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

Beard pointed to the reliefs and said, "The knives are imitating their movements." ”

I took a closer look, and my heart said sure enough! At the beginning, the reliefs we saw were all walking upright, but when we walked through this section, we found that those reliefs had lowered their heads without knowing when, and those reliefs that began to bow their heads were only half of their bodies left. It's not that there's something wrong with the stone carving, it's that the stone sculpture is telling about something, about the kind of shadow that walks normally at first, and slowly turns into half a body. Damn, then further on, will we see a row of human heads walking on the relief?

Thinking, I walked forward for a while, sure enough, it was the same as I imagined, and suddenly my heart was cold, this relief looked, very much like a stealth process, I looked around vigilantly, and my heart said no, didn't those shadows disappear, but invisible?

"It's not stealth, it's going down." Xiao Dao said: "This mural tells the story of their process of entering the underground, and there must be an entrance to the bottom nearby." ”

"Oh no, the fog is back!" With Abang's exclamation, we hurriedly shone our flashlights around, and sure enough, we saw that more than ten meters away from us, the kind of free darkness had gradually gathered, for some reason, within a radius of more than ten meters with us as the center, there was no such gas, but it could be clearly seen that the encirclement of gas on us was shrinking.

"The power of the shadows is decreasing, let's hurry to find the entrance." As he spoke, the knife began to turn the gravel under his feet.

The five of us worked in five directions and began to turn the stones along the extension of the gas. But I have a doubt, if there is any entrance under the rubble, then when those shadows enter, they must also be cleared of the rubble, so that we can easily see where the entrance is. But any rubble here is scattered so naturally, and there is no sign of it being cleaned at all, I can't help but wonder if the knife is really right? Looking at the approaching mist, I was in no mood to think about whether the knife was right or not, and now I could only pray that the entrance was at my feet.

After about ten minutes, we had turned over almost all the rubble under our feet, not to mention the entrance, and we couldn't even find the rat hole, and by this time the encirclement of the fog had shrunk to a range of two or three meters, squeezing the five of us together.

No one gave up and continued to turn over the stones under their feet, but this time, the gravel seemed to grow on the ground, and they couldn't turn it over.

"Even the stone thinks we're dead." Abang looked at the nearby mist in a panic, and desperately blew it with his mouth.

"Oops, there's a door!" Beard suddenly said, "These stones are different from others, they are glued to the ground, hey, you see. "Tibetan Tracking 279

We immediately went to see the stone that the beard was pointing to, it was dark and swarthy, but the surface was unusually smooth, as if it had been greased, and I was sure that it was caused by the constant touch of the skin.

The knife immediately leaned over and grabbed the piece in his hand, and then he saw the green tendons in his hand burst out, only to hear a creak, and in an instant a large stone on the ground was turned over.

It turned out to be a large stone slab two meters square, and the slab was covered with gravel as a camouflage, no wonder we didn't find it before.

Underneath the stone slab is a hole, and the steep steps lead to the darkness below, and this is the entrance! Everyone cheered, and was even more surprised by the strength of the knife, this big stone slab was at least more than 300 catties, and the knife was lifted with only one hand! At the same time, I also think that this kind of scene seems to be a bit playful, like the idiom of the crow drinking water, a hungry crow found half a bottle of water, but its mouth could not drink it, so the inspiration moved, so he came to a small river, took a stone into the bottle, and found that it worked, when he was happy to keep holding the stone by the river, and when it finally filled the bottle with water, suddenly realized, Nima, I found the stone by the river.

I don't know if this metaphor is right, but seeing the fog coming, I didn't have the heart to think about it anymore, and quickly got into the hole below.

The knife quickly covered the slate, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and I took the flashlight and shone it deeper into the steps, but found that it was too deep for the flashlight to shine at all. At this moment, I suddenly felt a shock in my heart, because I smelled a strong smell of blood, floating up from the depths.

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