When the pain entered the nervous system, I knew I wasn't dead. The consciousness came back little by little with the pain, and when I was almost conscious, I felt the weight of my body, and the whole person seemed to be pressed under something.

When I opened my eyes, I thought it would be dark, but I didn't think I could see the light when I opened my eyes, it was a little blurry, and I blinked to see the light from my clenched hand. It was the two balls that he held in his hand before fainting with a green and faint light, and when he spread out his palm, he had an illusion, as if he was seeing a pair of eyes. It is said that the heart eye is the heart and the eye, and if they are the hearts of those two things, they are also equivalent to the eyes.

Later, I found out why I felt heavy on my body, because there was a white soft rock pressing down. It is really similar to the previous situation, the white rock and ash layer adsorbed on the top wall have turned into soft mud and spread to the ground, but this shape is larger than the black rock, but no matter how huge it is, there is also a core mouth, once its "heart" is cut off, then there is only one ending: destruction.

I thought about it, if the hole and the interlayer we came down are counted as the first layer, then the black rock is the third layer, and this white rock belongs to the fourth layer, first black and then white, which means black and white? I know that this ancient cave is not only guarded by newts.

Well, I thought about everything I should have thought about, my head was not empty, and there was a corner that I hadn't touched, but I just leaned towards that place, and I felt a dull pain in my heart. Thoughts flow uncontrollably, turning word by word: one after another?

He was swallowed up by the limestone wall, and now that both the limestone and the white rock have collapsed in the ditch, it may be difficult to hope for life, so at least he can find someone else. Thinking like this, my nose became sore, and then the irrepressible acidity in my eyes gushed out layer by layer, and I buried my head in the crook of my arm, silently forcing the tears back.

Luckily, the white rocks were soft muddy, so when I had gathered some stamina, I didn't have much trouble lifting the soft rocks that covered my body. Standing upright against the wall, I realized that the water was shallow, only above my ankles, and I realized that it was not the shallow water, but the rock formations on top of it that had been filled under the water, making the water surface shallow.

Leaning against the wall and gasping for breath for a while, he controlled his feet from trembling, looked left and right, and intuitively walked to the right. I don't know where my intuition comes from, so I subconsciously choose, anyway, there is no time limit at this time, it doesn't matter if I choose the wrong one, I can't find it on the right, and I go back to the left to find it.

One foot deep and one foot shallow, the original white fog has also dissipated without a trace, it seems that the white fog is really right, the white fog is not a fog barrier, its existence is because of the white rock creature, at that last moment, in order to restore the balance, it is also constantly inhaling the fog, I am afraid that the white fog is also part of its life. When the whole creature form is gone, the fog is naturally gone.

The dark green light of the two ball beads was quite bright together, and as they walked, they searched for a while, and after moving nearly thirty meters or so, the soft mud was gone, and the water under their feet was below their knees. I looked into the darkness, hesitated, and walked on, this time crossing with my feet in the water, for at such a depth it could not surpass a lying man.

It took him almost twenty meters forward before he stopped, and when he turned around, he walked to the other side, but because his whole body strength was withdrawn, a stumbling man fell into the water, and his face was covered with water. Pulling the corners of his mouth and smiling bitterly, this God, to torture people, I really tried all kinds of methods, I think I am not miserable enough at this moment, and I just want to make me more down.

He wiped his face casually, leaned against the wall again, concocted according to the law, and walked with his feet to the side, and after going back and forth, there was no place left on the whole road. It seems that the right side is a mistake in judgment, and people's intuition usually deceives themselves.

But there is a voice in my heart that is asking mercilessly: Is it really your intuition? Obviously, he felt that he should be on the left, because the madman was swallowed up by the wall a few dozen meters away on the left, and if he thought that he would definitely die at the last moment, he would definitely choose to go in the direction of the madman's side. This is the judgment of human instinct, and my so-called intuition is nothing more than self-deception.

I don't want to really see him lying or lying somewhere, and I don't want to see a dripping and broken body, which would make my already very weak nerves burst and go crazy. But even so, the feet did not stop, and they crossed the midline step by step.

When the soul is lost and the water does not reach the legs, the heart is stunned, no? Biting his lip, he slipped the ball into his pocket, then bent down to reach into the water, inch by inch. I didn't measure the distance as sensibly as I did just now, I just probed mechanically and numbly, and it wasn't until the pain in my lower back hit me that I woke up with a shock, no?

Not only did they not find it one after another, but even the madman was not found! It was up to one's own judgment to go to the left side one after another, but the madman disappeared 100 percent fifty meters to the left. Could it be ...... The final somersault knocked me off the center? So I used the location where I woke up as the central fulcrum to search, which is wrong.

How far does that really deviate, to the left or to the right? If it had swept me far away, then what I had just done was in vain, and all the apprehensions, hesitations, and horrors in my heart were in vain.

He sat down in the water, leaned back, and when the water was over his face, angry faces appeared in his mind, as if his small words had also penetrated his eardrums, and a tremor shook him, and he sat up with dehydration. Looking around, it was dark and dark, where was he?

Am I hallucinating, or is there a ghost in this world? I whispered, "Successively, are you there?" "There was silence...... His mouth was so bitter, how could his heart be so sad, and he actually hoped that his soul was beside him.

Suddenly, there was a slight shock to my eardrum, my heart leaked and my heart skipped half a beat, and my ears were sharper than normal due to my sensitivity to audio. Fluctuations caused by even the smallest sounds can be captured. If I thought the sound I was just hearing was a hallucination, then the microshock of the eardrum at this moment could not be, but it was too small to capture the direction of the sound source.

I wanted to listen more, but the voice stopped coming out. I didn't move, I was engrossed, and when nearly five or six minutes had passed, a soft sound penetrated my eardrums again. This time, I heard it clearly, but I was also surprised that the sound came from...... In the water!

My heart beat faster, and I heard the same voice as I lay on my back in the water! Without hesitation, I let the water go into my ears, and the impact of the eardrum may be affected, but it does not affect my ability to capture audio messages. Although the sound heard underwater is still intermittent, it is relatively much clearer than the outside, and I put my ear close to the bottom and find that the sound has become quieter, which means that the sound is transmitted through the water? Then the correct exit location must not be here.

Whatever that meant, I instinctively searched for the source of the sound, and when I didn't hold my breath underwater, I raised my head to breathe, and then held my breath and sank my head in the water and crawled forward. Although the method is a little stupid, it is effective, as I probe a little bit, the sound becomes clearer and clearer, and I am sure that it is a human voice, but I can't hear the familiar voice when I was underwater for the first time, is it really my delusion?

There are so many people in this cave, except for one after another, the madman is the most compatible with me, but both of them are ...... Instantly, the idea of finding out who the source of the sound was. It's nothing more than Brother Liang's group, I don't want to know their situation at all.

In the end, it's still extravagant, I thought to myself. Suddenly, a sound hit my heart, and the sentences were jumbled, but I couldn't mishear the sound. As soon as I choked on the agitated water, I was forced to leave the water, and my nasal pain was like being burned, and tears were forced out in an instant. It took a while to recover, and his consciousness seemed to have been withdrawn, his head was holding a little pain, and he clenched his fists to tell himself to calm down.

The ancient cave has nine floors, and now it is the fourth floor, so the sound source comes from the fifth layer. Once you have a clear goal, you will have a direction to search for it when you enter the water, and the sound is so close that it should be around, ignoring the occasional voice, there is almost no way there. Whether it's my delusion or fantasy, make up your mind to find the location, at least take a look and see if it's confirmed.

But no matter how I searched, I couldn't find any loose position, but I felt a few fine holes, and my fingers couldn't reach in, and suddenly I felt that these fine holes seemed to be drilled by a series of electric drill pens, and the caliber was very similar.

I forgot that there was an electric drill pen, but I couldn't be sure whether it was in the hand of the madman or the madman, but I remember that the last time I used it was to free the maniac's hand, and then I put it in my pocket one after another, or I put it in the backpack for the madman, I really didn't pay attention.

If it was one after another, that is to say, this is the location I was sent to the white rock by him, and at the moment he also thought that the bottom might be empty, using the drill hole to chisel through? No, no matter how fast he was, he couldn't have chiselled enough underneath to get him in five minutes, and he couldn't have done what he was going to do in the last desperate struggle in such a stupid way. Drilling these few voids must be useful!

So what if the drill pen is a madman? The thought came to my heart. What does this mean? This means that the madman did not die soon after being swallowed up in the limestone wall, and he was still able to move within the wall, and could even lean down and use an electric drill to punch the holes. In the same way, it is impossible for him to use that electric drill pen to dig through the bottom layer to survive.

Two possibilities, pointing to the same question at the same time, why drill this hole?

My heart began to beat faster again, and I felt like I was close to the answer, and I only needed to take one step further to figure out the whole thing, but the messy voice intermittently came into my ears, constantly disturbing my thoughts. If you can't control and don't listen to the familiar one in that voice, and if you can't calm your mind, you can't have a complete thinking system.

I gritted my teeth hard, raised my head from the water, and for a moment the world was spinning, and I leaned heavily against the side wall, my back hurt, and a spiritual light hit my brain, I know!