I heard that there is a kind of Maoshan Taoist priest in this world, who can recite a mantra to pass through any wall they want to penetrate;

I just don't know if if I put them in my current situation, they can still recite mantras and cast spells calmly, and wonder if they can pass into the stone wall after casting spells but get stuck in the middle and live forever in them and then mummify them;

Looking at the deep, sixty or seventy meters long gap, I filtered and discarded the plans I could think of one by one, and even trembled sideways into the gap slightly, tiptoed to the edge and picked up a fragment of a broken earthen kiln jar before retreating;

I have to admit that this thing made by others is much more exquisite than the mud jars I burned!

The cans in my hand are very thin, as thin as a piece of paper, which is very similar to some porcelain I have seen in Panjiayuan in the capital, and it can even show the shadow of the light against the lamp;

The canned slice in my hand was so light that I needed to feel its weight carefully to appreciate it;

It was all black, but it was not glazed, it was more like the corrosion caused by the long-term soaking of human skulls in these jars and penetrated into the jars, I had the courage to dip my fingers in those slimy liquids, at first I thought it was probably corpse fluid, but looking at the calcification of those skulls, I thought it was unlikely, the skulls of these people were not the same degree of "freshness", the skulls had been stuffed into these jars for an unknown number of years, some had been completely blackened and showed signs of charring, and some were still white and chilling;

"The skulls were stuffed into jars in different time periods?" I instinctively imagined the time span between these black or white skulls, but found that the more I thought about it, the more complicated it became, the more I thought about it, the more unbelievable it became, and then stretched my neck to look into the gaps, the dense clay kiln jars were all over the ground in the cracks of sixty or seventy meters, not to mention more than a thousand, which was the number of people who cut off the heads of a regiment and stuffed them in......

I tried to put the jar on the ground and stepped lightly on it with my foot, I didn't even dare to use any strength, but I only heard a click, the sound was very brittle, and the sound of the ceramic shattering shook my nerves, I pouted, the clever design of this clay kiln jar itself is not intended to let people pass through here safely and with all beards and tails!

I thought to myself that if I stepped on these earthen kiln jars like a stunned head and plunged into the cracks, and then set off to shake the tragic death scene after the stone pillows fell above my head, I was glad that I had developed a good habit of caution over the years, but fortunately, the question was still there, how should I get over?

This kind of mechanism design made me instantly have a sense of frustration, and I began to wonder how good it would be if Huya or the mute were around, and suddenly found that in the past eight and a half years, countless times in danger and turned danger into danger, in fact, it was not my life, but there were people like Huya around me who helped me block countless dangers with her scars, and I had long been accustomed to this kind of protection, and even subconsciously thought that she did it for me.

Damn, the bald man is right, closing his eyes and kicking his legs is a death, and a smile of ecstasy and burping to the beam is also a death, since both horizontal and vertical are dead, Lao Tzu also fights once, it is better than suffocating and dying here;

But death must be skillful, such as those that are clearly traps, I will not get involved in any case, such as stepping on the groove with both hands and feet, or tiptoeing through the jar, this is obviously an act of looking for death, the fall of the stone pillows at the entrance of the gap, it is not even which daredevil, but I don't know where his bones ran after many years, maybe he was not seriously injured, he crawled out and died in the water;

I tried to turn around, put my hand on the edge of the lowest grooves that I had used to step on, and use the strength of my fingers and toes to hang my body against the kiln pot, which was the only way I could think of that would not trigger a mechanism in the depths of the groove, and would not step on or crack the kiln pot. Such a large area of pressure is always safer than stepping on it, although it is also dangerous, but it is the safest option in today's situation;

Of course, I also need to pray that my hands and feet don't slip, because a casual drop of my hand will probably cause my body to smash on top of the earthen pot, and then... Lao Tzu firmly believes that no one will come to collect my body!

I count every detail of the journey, even the variable of time has been counted, for me, the most important thing at the moment is time, I can slowly consume in this gap, every two meters to stop and rest, until the soreness of the fingers completely disappears and then go down, sixty or seventy meters of distance at best more than ten hours, damn, it's a big deal to go to the jar to sleep comfortably!

It turned out that my perfectionist and action-oriented dwarf was not very suitable for this kind of delicate work, it was an extreme test of finger strength, waist and abdominal muscles, back muscles, calves and coordination, I felt like a four-legged spider, the dagger was attached to my mouth, but when I traveled the first two meters, my fingers seemed to break in the groove, because my hand did not dare to reach into the groove too much, for fear that a snake would suddenly burst out of it or touch something that should not be touched;

Frankly, I was not sure about this kind of march at all, especially when I had to lower my body slowly, and the first time I touched the clay pots with my back and buttocks, the slight sound of the thin jars made me forget the instinct to breathe, until I lay my whole body on the kiln pots, I still felt a little numb in my back, and a cool breeze was swishing on my back, and I began to rejoice in every ordeal I had gone through in the past eight years or so, and that I knew how to skip the calamities that would have brought me ruin in the face of such danger"Fear" foreplay, and jump directly to mobilize the whole body function to a state of high alert, thank goodness, the jar is not broken, this method... It works!

"Keep your strength, Lao Wu, keep your strength, you can't be in a hurry, something will happen in a hurry", I silently thought in my heart and warned myself;

It's not a technical job, or rather, it takes technology to come up with this solution, but when it really works, it becomes a simple repetitive work, and the light source at the entrance of the gap and the light bird is getting farther and farther away from me, and a few times when I feel that my fingers are about to break, I do have the idea of turning my head and crawling back, and even thought about what I am tossing, if God really wants to accept me, why don't I fulfill his old man's wish?

But I still persevered, and the sound of the water under the entrance platform became smaller and smaller in this narrow gap, replaced by my own breathing and spontaneous humming due to sourness and pain, such a process was monotonous and long, but it did not affect its thrilling, that is, in such a rhythm, I actually walked more than 20 meters without danger......

But just when I thought everything was fine, I don't know if it was because I was lying on the earthen kiln jar and panting too much, or if the jar that was killed that day had a crack, and a "click" sound that was extremely small but like a thunderbolt on a sunny day came from under me;

Yes, with a single sound, I immediately held my breath, the hair on my head stood on end, and my eyes stared at the "stone pillows" hanging above my head in the faint light, as if it would instantly go from small to large in my pupils and hit my face in an instant......

But the next minute or so showed that my scruples seemed to be a little redundant, and I was still alive with all my beards and tails, and every part was still growing on my body, perhaps because the jar was not broken, but there was a crack and there was no trigger mechanism, which made me a little relieved, and my mind was also a lot more relaxed, and I scolded the eighteenth generation of the ancestors who designed this mechanism;

But everything is more and more fearful......

Just when I felt that my body had eased a lot, and I was telling myself not to gasp like a male lion in heat next time, suddenly, in this quiet and narrow space, a voice came from the jar on my back, the sound was very ethereal and very subtle, but just one sound, every pore in my body opened as if it were bursting......

"Little Dumb ......"