The fate of the madman is self-explanatory, and he should be scolded one after another. In the end, he obediently walked at the front of the shore road, with a look of grievance. In this way, I will be the last to go.

The dark and damp space, the narrow ditch, I felt like I was in an underground shaft. He had already grasped the bamboo pipe in his hand and entered a state of full alert. Since we had already known that there would be cave newts lurking in the ditch, how could we not take necessary precautions?

But maybe they were driven away before and didn't come back, and the three of them walked aside for a while without any attack. The hidden passage under the foot is actually not regular, after all, it is not really a man-made underground shaft, it is basically made of natural stones, so there are no shore roads in some areas. One after another, I was very stubborn, and I never agreed to go into the water, and such an area carried me on my back.

The madman may want to redeem the bloody scene of being scolded before, and ask if he wants to help carry me for a while, but he gets a cold answer: "Does my own daughter-in-law need you to carry it?" The madman turned around and walked away.

It's strange that he is really not afraid of water, but he is "talking" with his flower spider along the way. Later, he whispered to me that it was a madman's way of relieving his stress and fear. I don't have much to say about it, everyone has a different way of dealing with their emotions, at least the madman is trying to overcome the fear of water when he has been drowning in the water.

When there was a fork in the ditch, all three stopped. Successively asked the madman which one he was dragged by the strange dragon before, and the madman first pointed to the right turn, and then pointed to the other one that came sideways, and finally I couldn't help but shake his head secretly when I saw that he was confused, which obviously even he couldn't remember himself. Looking back, he must have been so frightened that he was so frightened that he was swept up in the water, where did he still have discernment.

The annoyance on his face appeared one after another, but suddenly he saw the madman's eyes light up and shouted, "I have a way." Then he flipped his palm like a trick, and the flower spider stopped in his palm, "I don't remember, but I have Huahua, and it can help me find my way." ”

I glanced at each other one after another, but we didn't speak, and let the madman stop the flower spider against the wall, and then all three pairs of eyes watched it move. It was about a minute before the spider began to move slowly, but it had reversed its direction and gone the way we had come.

The madman hurriedly stopped and muttered: "Wrong, wrong, Huahua, you are going the other way, and you want to find us when you come." The voice behind him was low, and he couldn't hear what he was saying, as if he was talking to a spider. I pushed and asked, "Is it reliable?" He replied, "I have tried that spider before, and it can indeed be traced by the smell of people, so let's see later." ”

I really waited for a while, and the flower spider began to crawl in the right direction under the madman's bird language "communication", and chose the right road. As we followed, we noticed that we were glancing at the other one after another, and there was deep thought in our eyes. I can roughly understand his thoughts, if the flower spider walks this way to our previous concentration point, then where does this other one lead?

When he showed me the metal piece, he deliberately observed it and found that the place where we were resting seemed to be the meeting place of Father Lu and Han Jiancheng marked on the map. has been methodical and planned in the whole thing, step by step approaching the truth of the year.

The flower spider does not crawl slowly, and can actually walk in a straight line when perched on the wall, but the wall has a fault. It was nearly more than 50 meters away, the wall near the shore was suddenly cut off, recessed inward, and the flashlight shone on it, and it was found that it was not deep, about 10 meters away, and the ditch was oblique upward, and the top was also empty.

I couldn't help but ask the madman, "Is this where you came down?" ”

The madman scratched his head, "I'll ask Flowey." He turned around and went back to talking to the flower spider. I was speechless at this, asking myself if I could communicate with animals, but I still couldn't comprehend their language, and the madman was in a state as if he could really understand a spider.

After a while, he really had the face to say, "Huahua told me, it's not here, it should still be ahead." ”

But there was a cold snort in front of him, and in a blink of an eye, he saw that he had walked outside the canal, and lowered himself and picked up something: "You didn't come down from here, so what is this?" I leaned against the wall, walked over a few stones on the water, and saw a piece of gray cloth in my hand, which was different from the old army green cotton jacket worn by the madman, "Is this left by the madman?" ”

Almost immediately, the madman over there was heard protesting: "How could it be me?" After a smile, he glanced at him and said, "You touched your buttocks, are your pants torn?" The madman really lifted his padded jacket and touched it behind him, and then his expression froze, and then my eyes were also fixed on his pants, both in terms of color and the quality of the fabric.

The three of them went up the ditch upward, and when they were almost on the plane, because they had no stepping point, they came over one after another and picked me up, and when they heard the humming behind them, they warned me in a wise voice: "Crazy, you'd better shut up." "And then it snorted.

I couldn't hold back my laughter, and I could basically guess what the madman's forced words were, and I must have been shouting to hug him one after another, and I guess it was really shouting, and it was another good scolding.

When we got to the top, we looked around and realized that we were in the middle of a clearing surrounded by stalagmites. The stalagmites here are really peculiar, and they are all connected to the stalactites at the top, forming columns, and then implicated with the side ones, thus becoming a concave and porous wall.

The madman startled me with a sudden exclamation, and in a flash he staggered to the left and said, "This is it! I was dragged in from here by the strange dragon, and I thought to myself that I was done with it, and I was dragged back to my hometown. ”

I moved two steps, only to find that the location was a blind spot, and the seemingly closed stalagmite monster wall was actually staggered from front to back, leaving a path. Turning around and shining flashlights into the distance, the boulder where we were resting could be faintly seen, and the direction was exactly the opposite of the treasure spot. The natural scene in his mind reappeared, when Lu's father hid things and returned along the original road, but Han Jiancheng took another way, and was unfortunately swept into the water by the "White Dragon", and only escaped and went ashore at this opening, and then returned to the assembly point in water.

The question is, why didn't Han Jiancheng return the same way? Is it because you are lost, or is there something else going on? It's hard to tell, because both are possible. The condensation of water vapor in the bottom layer will cause people to go down crooked paths if they cause refraction. And I found that this water vapor refraction is not produced at any time. This is also the strange thing about this ancient cave.

After basically finding out the situation on the madman's side, he didn't plan to go over one after another, and wanted to go into the water again to explore the front road and the other fork in the road before. Something suddenly occurred to me, and I dropped a sentence: "Wait for me." Then he ran briskly to that place.

After so much time, and so much movement, the burning black solid has long since destroyed even the sparks. The flashlight seemed to be swallowed up in the darkness, so dark that I could only see in front of me, I searched around the stone, and heard a series of inquiries from behind me: "What are you looking for?" He just caught a glimpse of the stone, bent down to pick it up, patted the invisible dust, and then turned around and handed it over, "Well, your woolen sweater has fallen here, you can take off that wet suit and replace it with it." ”

There was a moment of silence, and then the breath came to his face, and he brought me to his chest and said, "Xiao Jiu, are you concerned about me?" ”

I thought about it for a moment and made a constructive suggestion: "If you don't feel cold, why don't you put it on the madman, he seems to be wet all over, even the old padded jacket is damp." It's hard to think that he was caught up by the newt when he fell asleep, and he had to pull the old cotton jacket covering his body in his busy schedule, and he had to rescue the backpack, just these two points, it was not easy.

After listening to it one after another, he grinded his teeth and said, "Don't even think about it." "I quickly took off my black undershirt and replaced it with a woollen sweater, and then put on the blue jacket I was holding in my other hand. I deliberately teased him: "Don't you leave one for the madman?" He also looked strangely pitiful. ”

"He's a poor P, anyway, like his kind of thief skin and dog bones, they can't be frozen."

It turned out to be quite appropriate, and just as he finished speaking, two sneezes were heard not far away, and then the madman screamed: "Who is talking about me?" ”

Me and I looked at each other one after another, smiling. After a while, I asked as I walked, "Is it okay for you to bully a madman like this?" He replied one after another: "You are no worse than me, and you also give people a 'clear road' to find the book of heaven." ”

"Can you not mention this?" I really regret confessing this to him, and I should have bitten my mouth at that time and refused to admit it.

The three of them returned to the waterway, and since there was a road in front of them, they were reluctant to seek the near and far, so they directly chose to go straight ahead, and decided to go back to the fork in the road to take another one if they couldn't get through. But the deeper I go, the fog even rises in the space, I have a faint bad feeling, in this environment, the general foggy area is the same as the forest, it is easy to form a fog barrier, whether it is harmful to the human body is unknown.

To be on the safe side, I had them all cover their mouths and noses with their clothes. Perhaps aware of the seriousness of the situation, even the madman consciously listened to my advice, and when he looked back, he often wandered around the forest, which should be common sense.

But apparently things are not as simple as imagined, and the rise of the dense fog causes the sight distance to become shorter, and the visibility behind is only an arm's length. Successively, Ben was still carrying me on his back, and suddenly a stumbling man fell forward, but fortunately a madman blocked in front of him, so he didn't fall.

This time, despite his objections, I insisted on slipping off his back. Since he hadn't been able to stand still, his hands were loose, and the water was up to my knees when he landed, and he looked back angrily and asked, "What are you doing down here?" ”

I ignored his stinky temper and whispered, "Be careful in an extraordinary area, I won't be able to get out of the water." ”

His mouth moved, and I stared directly into his eyes, but he still stopped talking.