The dark room was not bright enough to see the outlines of the room, but the light of the two flashlights of me and the fat man revealed everything in the room.

Although it is a solid building as it appears on the surface, it is deserted everywhere, and everything is cold to the touch like a dead corpse.

The space of this dungeon is not exposed to sunlight all year round, and these cold feelings are caused by the dark and windless environment, and those headless skeletons are neatly placed on the wooden bed in the corner, making the already somewhat different rooms even more strange.

"This dungeon is too weird, it doesn't seem to be specifically for burying people!"

The fat man used a flashlight to go up and down the wooden bed, changed his ridiculous tone, and said with a straight face.

I don't say anything about the fat man's words.

With the pursuit experience of the "tough" other side flower in the first building room, the fat man and I did not rush forward to check the wooden bed in the corner at this moment, but stood side by side in front of the door and scanned the whole room with a flashlight.

This room was one-third larger than the one with the burial pit, and there was nothing in the room except for the three-meter-square wooden bed in the corner and the three headless white bones on top of the wooden bed.

The hollow was a little deserted, except for the light of our flashlights, only the candles in the southeast corner kept shaking, and the blue flames were very harmonious with the strange atmosphere in this room.

When my flashlight reached the corner of the roof directly above the wooden bed, a row of dark yellow papers appeared in front of our eyes under the light of the flashlight.

"This room, is it ......?"

Before I could finish my sentence, the fat man interrupted me.

"Friend, look at the wall!"

I followed the fat man's findings and walked the flashlight from the top of the wooden bed to the corner of the wall where the fat man said.

The flashlight was like a spotlight that revealed the scene there, and I couldn't help but gasp when I saw what was there.

By the wall that the fat man had spoken, several corpses appeared, highly decomposed, and I could not smell the air because of the gas mask, but I thought that the air in the room must be filled with the foul smell of rotting corpses at this moment.

The corpses in the corners all showed an extremely strange posture, slumped in the corner, and the corpses were completely mixed together, and it was impossible to tell the number at all!

I don't know if it's a psychological effect or a real sensory feeling, after seeing these corpses, I felt the temperature in the room plummet, and I subconsciously hugged my shoulder.

In the afterglow, I found that the fat man was also moving in the same way as me.

I was wearing a jacket with a half-sleeve tightly wrapped underneath. The fat man originally had a camouflage jacket, and when he was hallucinating, he fought with me, and after I scratched his arm and bandaged it, he simply took off his coat and wore the vest inside.

The fact that the two of us were the same showed that my cold senses were not psychological, but that the temperature had actually dropped.

The early autumn season in the south is hotter than the summer in the north, and the fierce fight between me and the fat man just now, the space of this underground palace is not ventilated, like a stuffy furnace, which makes us both sweat profusely.

When the two of us first entered the room, we were still drenched in sweat. At this moment, the temperature plummeted, and the sweat on my back that stuck to my clothes instantly became cold and wet, and it didn't take long for me to shiver.

I don't know where the two of us inadvertently touched some kind of mechanism in this room, causing the temperature of the room to change.

"Damn, this is a natural refrigerator, it's a pity, I put the beer in the hotel, otherwise we can have a cold beer."

The fat man's upper and lower teeth kept colliding, making a clanging sound, and he didn't forget to tease the atmosphere.

"Retreat!"

I suggested.

Although I have one more dress than him, I am not much better than him.

The temperature of the room dropped so rapidly that not only our physical senses were feeling, but even our vision was changing, and in addition to the cold and hoarfrost on my and the fat man's gas masks, there was also hoarfrost in our flashlight.

Those few corpses, which were originally paralyzed, were also frozen into a lump in an instant!

After my suggestion, the fat man didn't even have the idea to speak, which is a rare thing to see for a chatter.

In response, he simply nodded.

As if fleeing for our lives, we quickly retreated towards the door.

As soon as I stepped out of the ice cellar-like room with one foot, I immediately felt two huge temperature differences.

Outside the bluestone road of the underground palace that connects the three-story hall, the temperature is the same as when we enter the ice cellar room, and it does not change with the sudden drop in temperature in the room.

After my whole body retreated from the room to the bluestone road, it was like leaving hell and going straight to heaven, and my whole body was extremely comfortable, because the cold and cold body organs were about to reach their limits, and the speed returned to normal.

I sat on the bluestone road in a state of prostration, and the fat man was in the same state as me, even more exaggerated than I had appeared.

Since he came out, he has been stomping his feet, rubbing his hands, and occasionally slapping his whole body a few times, making a snapping sound.

With his body size of more than 200 pounds, and this series of movements, he looked like an angry baboon.

I don't know how long it took us to get to a normal temperature, and although we didn't stay in that room for long, I'm sure if we had left that room a little later by then, the fat man and I would have been two ice sculptures!

It was only then that I realized how the strange posture of the corpse in the corner of the room came about.

Judging from the clothes of the corpses, which are the same as the three corpses in the burial pit in the first room, it can be concluded that these people are also in the second uncle's team.

Judging by their deaths, they must have touched the mechanism when they entered the room to investigate, and did not retreat in time like me and the fat man, and ended up freezing in the corner.

There is no pattern to be found in the room, there is no scientific basis for how the cold air is generated, and all changes can only be described as strange and supernatural.

The degree of decay of those corpses is formed by the complete freezing of the body's water and blood. I don't know how long it took for the mechanism in the room to unravel again, and the frozen corpse began to melt when the mechanism in the room was lifted.

In this confined and unventilated space, the corpse will decay quickly, alternating between freezing and melting, making the skin of the corpse completely wrinkled, and over time, it will become what we see.

I explained the strange appearance of the corpse to the fat man in the same way, and he responded with a look of sudden realization.

After that, he asked me again with a posture of seeking advice.

"I said, Brother Su, do you see the appearance of the wooden bed in the house?"

After he completely relieved his frozen body, he returned to the attitude that seemed to be serious, but in fact he thought it was serious.

"I didn't see it completely, only three headless skeletons."

I replied.

"I've seen something you didn't see!"

The fat man said in a mysterious tone.

"What's that?"

I asked curiously.

"There is a charm on the neck of the skeleton and on the back of the wooden bed! This house is supposed to be a place for curses! ”

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Years later, after we had a few glimpses of the mysteries surrounding us, I realized what this dungeon meant to me and to us.

And now, the fat man and I don't know what kind of existence this is at all, and some of us just have an unsettled heart disturbed by the mystery of the dungeon.

The word "curse" is a word that I don't believe at all in my past life experience.

However, for some legends and wild histories similar to superstition, after I experienced the "Ghost Cub Ridge" and this underground palace, some of my materialistic attitudes were shaken.

After experiencing more supernatural scenes, my wavering attitude was completely overturned, and I began to believe in the legends, the events recorded in many wild histories......

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After the fat man finished saying the "charm", my mind instantly flashed the appearance of the yellow paper at the contact between the wall and the roof directly above the wooden bed, the size of the yellow paper is the same as the size of the "dragon talisman" given to me by Aunt Ming, so it seems that all the "charms" should be similar shapes.

My backpack had been sharpened into a big hole in the fight with the fat man, and the contents were scattered around the bluestone road and the cave passage.

After the fat man and I became teammates, in order to apologize, he took the initiative to assume the role of "assistant" and packed everything he could find on the ground in his own bag.

Although there are a lot of things found, the fat man's backpack has a lot of space.

In his words, the most important thing to go down to this kind of place is food and water, so most of the space in his backpack is filled with these two things. Whenever he engaged in this kind of "underground activity", he usually ate most of the food and water before he even started his "work".

The fat man's own explanation is that he is still growing his body and needs a lot of food energy to replenish it.

This kind of rhetoric that conceals the essence of his foodie leaves me speechless.

In the entire underground palace, in addition to the three-story hall that is thousands of kilometers away, there are seven buildings on both sides of the bluestone road, left, three, right, and four, and now two of them have been entered by me and the fat man.

The rooms of both buildings were strange and equally dangerous, and had it not been for our swiftness, we would have ended up like the corpses in the grave pits and the limp corpses in the corners of the ice cellar rooms.

On the bluestone pavement, the remaining seven "ever-bright lights" are still bright, and the outline of the trance pavement is clear within a few meters.

After the catastrophe, the fat man and I, after our bodies warmed up, sat cross-legged on the bluestone floor.

We can already be sure that as long as we don't enter the room, the hallucinogenic presence won't bother us in the vast bluestone pavement. This has been confirmed after the fat man regained consciousness.

At this moment, in order to breathe more easily, we all took off the gas masks on our faces and put them aside.

The fat man took out a black mass from his backpack and stuffed it into his mouth, throwing some at me in the meantime, but I refused. I took the compressed biscuits and water I had brought from his backpack and ate them haphazardly.

After encountering stressful situations repeatedly, I could no longer care about hunger, and now I sat cross-legged and rested, and my tormented stomach resisted.

I said to the fat man as I ate.

"My suggestion, first put the "Zhenlongsha" in the location of the main hall marked on the map, and then go back the same way, go to the "Qing Xianju" to ask Aunt Ming for the reason, and then get ready to explore this place again! ”

The fat man stuffed his mouth with food and said vaguely.

"No, this place is not completely hidden, and if there are tomb robbers after we leave, then I don't know who will fall into the hands of the "Yang Suizhu". ”

I am powerless to argue with his thoughts. In fact, "Yang Suizhu" is not much less tempting to me than he is.

If there were no fat people, I would have done what I had suggested.

But there is such a fat man who is not afraid of heaven and earth, so that I, who was originally a little cowardly, was completely affected by him and became stronger!