I turned around and looked at the white raccoon and waved my hand, meaning that I wanted it to come up to the basket as well, and continue to show us the way when it got up.

When the white raccoon saw the basket, he retreated his body and looked frightened in his eyes.

You know, I'm holding a civet tail now, and I judge for myself that I can give orders to them, these cats. But for the first time this white raccoon has disobeyed me, is there something in the cave that it fears more?

Seeing that the white raccoon dog was embarrassed, I stopped forcing it and put myself on the basket.

As soon as I got on it, the vine trembled, and then as soon as the bell rang above, the vine tensed at once, and dragged my basket up along the mountain wall.

When it was raised, the mountain wind blew harder, and the basket staggered. I could only hold on to the edge of the basket with my hands.

In mid-air, I looked down and saw that the white raccoon had not left, but was looking up at me. Those two eyes glowed green in the moonlight.

I left it alone until the basket had also risen to the front of the cave and stopped.

I climbed up from the basket and found that in front of the cave there was a platform that was not too wide. Just now, the fat sea should have been here to hit the flashlight below.

But when I came up, I found that the fat man was no longer here.

I was annoyed for a while, and complained to the fat sea in my heart, why did I act alone after such a while?

But when I think about it, something is wrong. When we didn't cross the stone bridge, we were separated on the beach because of the Xiaoyang man who could learn to speak. I blamed them at the time, but this time it was just me and Fat Dahai, and he had no reason to go it alone before I could climb up.

Then the fat man is indeed not here, then it is likely that he has encountered an accident.

Thinking of this, I remembered the frightened eyes of the white raccoon again, and I had a sense of foreboding in my heart.

I glanced at the hole, and it was pitch black, and there was no light. I rummaged through my bag and found a torch, which I hurriedly lit.

The firelight lit up, illuminating the platform in front of him. Then there was a rattling sound, and the vine was again driven, and the basket was again carried down to the bottom of the cliff.

The other end of the vine reached into the depths of the cave, and there was no end in sight.

I listened intently, and as the basket from which the vines hung lowered to the ground again, the sound of the cave was gone.

There is only one passage in the cave, and the fat man can't fly, so if he leaves here, he will have to enter the cave.

As a result, I had only one way to go, and that was to go in and explore whatever was in the cave.

I held my torch and walked slowly into the cave.

The entrance to the cave was very large and wide, and I followed the vines all the way in.

After entering the cave, the cold and damp smell came to my face. But in this humid air, I seem to smell a faint smell of Chinese herbs.

This made me very strange and began to think it was my own nose

Something went wrong, and the further you went inside, the stronger the smell became.

After about twenty meters inside, there seemed to be a figure standing in the middle of the cave passage in front of him.

I subconsciously ducked back, but the figure remained there, making no sound or making any other movements.

I tentatively asked, "Is it fat?" ”

Even though I lowered my voice, it echoed through the hollow cavern. After the response, no one responded, and nothing special happened.

I moved forward a distance further with the torch, and this time closer to the figure, but he never moved.

I copied the dragon descending wooden sword in my hand, held the torch in my left hand, and approached him step by step.

When the light of the torch shone on the man, I realized that it was just a wooden man.

At the same time, in front of the wooden man, there was a transmission. The rope made of vines stretched from outside the cave to the transmission.

The wooden figure was not delicate from the outside, but he had hastily carved a human figure with a knife. He has a head, a body, and limbs, and his face is not even carved out of facial features.

But the wooden man's arms gripped the gearing device's scroll crank.

I instantly understood that the reason why the basket was able to be lifted was actually driven by this wooden man.

To prove it, I gently kicked the vine with my foot. As the vines swayed, a brass bell hung from the wooden man's waist, and the brass bell rang, and the two arms of the wooden man began to take turns to activate the scroll.

There was a creak, and the vine was taut and slowly rolled up. Come to think of it, the basket should have been brought up at this time. After a few minutes, the vine was released again. I think the basket was put down the hill again.

Seeing this, I can't help but feel that this craftsman is exquisitely skilled. This shows that there are also high-ranking people here.

I looked around, and there was nothing unusual except for this wooden man. But because of the existence of this wooden man, and the smell of Chinese herbs that is getting stronger and stronger, I am more curious about everything in this cave, and of course I am more concerned about the situation of Fat Sea.

There was only one passage into the cave, and I continued to follow it.

Soon I noticed that from the depths of the cave, a light was gradually shining through. Turning a corner, there were oil lamps lit at intervals on the cave wall. I don't know what kind of grease it fills, but the oil lamp is very bright, and it illuminates the cave very brightly.

But while lighting up this place, there is also a downside, which is that I basically have no hiding place. If there's someone inside, you can spot me as soon as I show up.

I put out the torch and put it away, and I continued inside. The strong smell of Chinese medicine is getting more and more pungent, and I guess I will notice it soon.

Sure enough, I soon noticed that there was an iron pot not far in front of me, with a fire lit underneath, and there was a gurgling sound inside, apparently boiling medicinal herbs. That share

The strong flavor comes out of that pot.

And beside the iron pot was a man squatting, who was greedily smelling the gas coming out of the iron pot.

The man had his back to me, and it was the fat sea in his back.

Just as I got behind him, I saw that he was about to put his hand into the pot, apparently trying to scoop up the Chinese medicine soaked in it.

"Fatty, are you crazy?" I couldn't help but shout.

(End of chapter)

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