The two of us went into the room and carried the two bags we had brought with us, which contained our full set of things that we couldn't lose at any time.

The third uncle lit a wax and held it, scratched around the room, and finally took out a flashlight in the drawer of the table, pressed it, and found that the power had long been gone.

We went to another room and pulled out a lot of thick hemp rope. I guess these hemp ropes were used to tie up wood at that time. But the third uncle was like a treasure, and wrapped up those hemp ropes and made two simple torches.

The third uncle took out two more bottles from his bag and poured the contents on the torch. A strong smell of tree oil came out.

"These are two bottles of pine ointment that I bought on the street in the afternoon, and the locals use them to make torches."

The third uncle said, put the wax on the two torches a little, and the flames burst into flames.

It turned out that the third uncle went to the street for a purpose, and this torch was lit, and it was brighter than a candle I don't know how many times.

We both carried a torch and returned to the courtyard again.

With the lighting of the torches, not only did I feel a lot warmer, but I also grew stronger.

The yard was still empty, and there was nothing to be seen except for the scattered timber piled up on one side. And in the huge yard, there is already fog, and it looks white.

The third uncle walked in front with a torch, and the light of the torch was shone in the mist, and it was covered with a strange halo.

The direction of the third uncle's march was towards the scattered timbers placed in the yard.

I didn't dare to delay, so I hurriedly held a torch and followed behind the third uncle. The footsteps of me and my third uncle came from the courtyard, lonely and ethereal.

We slowly walked to the edge of the pile of wood and realized that the wood was supposed to be used to make rafters. It's just that most of the wood here is not very regular, either crooked, or the thickness of the top and bottom is different, and the difference is too great. So judging that some are useless and abandoned here.

Just as we were holding our torches and watching, I suddenly heard the sound of a soot.

And the sound seemed to come from under the wood.

We hurriedly lowered the torches, and in the light of the fire, swarms of rats sprang out from under the woods.

The rats were fat and strong, plump, and the thieves' eyes were shining and full of energy.

They frantically scurried out from under the timbers and ran under my feet and the third uncle. Many of them didn't have time to dodge, and they all hit our legs.

I yelled and scurried to avoid the rats. You can see that the rats are not attacking us. It looked like there was something under the wood that scared them.

The rats ran for five or six minutes before they gradually dwindled, and finally they all disappeared.

The third uncle held the torch, stared at the wood, and did not speak.

The air suddenly became tense.

On the other side of the abandoned lumber pile, as the rats ran away, there was no more sound.

Past experience has taught me that the more this is the case, the greater the danger that may be hidden.

The third uncle looked back at me

One glance, I nodded at him.

After a long period of cooperation, the third uncle and I can basically decide the next move through a look or movement. I reached a consensus with the third uncle, and the third uncle held a torch to explore the way in front, and I broke off behind him.

We walked one after the other, approaching the pile of discarded wood.

This pile of timber, when we first came to this yard, we saw it outside through the iron gate. Later, when I was patrolling the yard, I also paid attention to it. The timbers were piled up in a corner of the yard and looked unremarkable, and nothing unusual was noticed. But at this time, it has become the focus of the haunting of the entire courtyard.

The third uncle came to the side of the timber pile, and the cat bent over to carefully observe the location of the rats crawling out. The rats crawled out of the crevices under the wood. The third uncle lowered the torch and observed intently.

I leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Third uncle, this rat came out of the crack in the ground, so we can't get into the crack in the ground too, right?" ”

I was originally joking, but the third uncle nodded when he heard it: "You're right, we have to go down and have a look." ”

I was stunned: "Huh? Drill...... Drill underneath? ”

The third uncle took out one hand, grabbed a handful of soil under the wood, shone it with a torch, and explained to me, "Look, eldest nephew. This soil is loose, with honeycomb-like gaps in the middle, and the smell of this soil is very strong, with the experience of the third uncle, there must be a thief hole underneath. ”

"Thief...... Cave thieves? Is this an ancient tomb? ”

The third uncle shook his head: "There is not necessarily an ancient tomb to rob the hole." This cave may have another purpose, let's find the hole......"

The two of us walked around the pile of scrap wood twice with torches, and we actually found a hole.

The entrance to the cave was covered with two arm-thick pieces of wood, and it was impossible to find it without looking closely. It was only because of the incessant blowing of the wind from the mouth of the cave that the flames of the torches in our hands shook that we noticed the secret beneath the wood.

We moved the wood away, and sure enough, a black hole appeared underneath. The entrance to the cave is not large, and only one person can enter and exit.

The third uncle was proud: "Big nephew, how is it?" Do you want to serve your third uncle? ”

"Serve you, you're a Dongbin master. I said can we stop these vain heads, just the two of us, I'll praise you as a flower, what's the use? Let's talk about it, what should we do? ”

The third uncle glared at me: "It's really boring." What else can I do? The entrance to the cave has come out, so naturally I went down to take a look. ”

The third uncle said, squatting at the entrance of the cave and looking down.

I know that the third uncle is still worried that there is danger down there, and the swarm of rats that have just fled from here is obviously something here that makes them afraid. And this thing is definitely not an ordinary animal, because even the natural predators of rats will not make them run away so wildly.

We looked down from the hole, but unfortunately, it was too dark underneath the cave for our torch light to form a direct light source, so it was difficult to see what was going on.

"Third uncle, I remember, I have a flashlight in my bag." I reminded the third uncle.

"Grass, then you're not early

Say. The third uncle scolded, I hurriedly put the torch next to it, took out a flashlight from my backpack, lit it, and shone it down.

Unfortunately, the flashlight may not have been used for a long time, and the battery is a little lost, so the light is not very bright. It's a blurry mess, but barely enough to illuminate the cavern below.

The two of us lay down at the entrance of the cave and dangled down with the flashlight, but it was empty and we didn't find anything special.

(End of chapter)

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