With a "bang", the demon god composed of flames exploded, and tens of thousands of firebirds "buzzed" and flew towards us overwhelmingly, and the woods at the foot of the mountain were immediately ignited, setting off a monstrous heat wave, like a sea of purgatory. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Our team uniform has a heat insulation effect, and the body is naturally bearable, but the face is not good, the hot burning pain, extremely uncomfortable, now our people are no longer calm, not waiting for Lao Zhao to say, one by one "plop plop" dumplings jumped into the lake.

The lake is not very big, and there is not much water, if those firebirds pounce on them, it is very likely that the whole lake will be boiled directly, and then we will really be boiled dumplings.

Moreover, although we have a mini oxygen cylinder in our backpack, it can not last long, and the oxygen will run out by then......

But at the moment, this is the only way to do it, and once we jump into the lake, we can isolate ourselves from our body temperature and smell, and those birds are hard to find.

The cold lake water was cold to the bone, my face was roasted by the heat wave, and then I was stimulated by the cold water, my facial muscles instantly cramped, and I poured a big mouthful of water into it, choking and coughing, and my hands and feet were scratched and pulled in a hurry.

A hand suddenly grabbed me and led me in one direction, and I calmed down, immediately stopped moving, and swam forward with the man who had grabbed me.

After more than a minute, I adapted to the environment in the water, and when I opened my eyes, there was a black hole in the lake, and although many people had flashlights, they could only illuminate a narrow area in front of me, and I couldn't even see who was who.

It took a lot of effort for me to recognize that the man who was pulling me was Mo Zhanchen, who was flashlight and carrying a miniature oxygen cylinder on his back, and after swimming forward for a while, he turned his head to look at me and handed over the breathing mask.

I exhaled the turbid breath in my lungs in the water, took the breathing mask and took two large gulps, and then the surroundings suddenly lit up, which was not a good sign, because it indicated that the flock of firebirds had reached the top of us.

The blazing light shines through the thick surface of the water, illuminating almost the entire lake, and the lake water has turned a faint blue, like a piece of ice for ten thousand years, but I know that this blue does not mean extreme cold, but extreme heat.

The fish in the lake were not used to the sudden light, and they swam around like headless flies, and a few of them crashed into me.

The ink dust beside me suddenly pulled me, pointed forward, looked in the direction he pointed, a few people have swam to the side, the general waterfront has a slope, the water on the shore is not deep, but the shore of this lake is straight up and down, like a cliff, not like a natural formation.

Moreover, in the middle of the shore of the lake, there was a regular circular hole, and the person who swam in front looked back at us, and plunged into it, and after a moment he poked his head out of the hole and beckoned to us, it was Ling Ling.

At this time, we had already reached the shore at the end, we glanced at each other, nodded, and swam deeper with Ling Ling.

This hole is indeed artificially dug on all sides, smooth on all sides, and there are even murals, but it has been blistered in the water, such an underwater operation is very difficult, I really don't know what the meaning of those people digging it at the beginning, was it not a lake thousands of years ago?

The hole is a little narrow, and only one person can pass through, and the ink stained dust naturally let me swim in front, and he broke it himself, and this guy took good care of me along the way, I don't know if it was for Lao Zhao's face.

We walked around the hole, up and down, and when we were about to run out of oxygen, we finally poked our heads out and climbed ashore.

In fact, we can't say that we went ashore, strictly speaking, we didn't go out, but "out of the water", and the front was still a narrow rock road, and it was very low, allowing only one person to crawl forward.

The air in the tunnel was stale and smelled of earth, but I took a big breath and thought to myself that I finally didn't have to be burned or drowned.

"Take a break in place, and move on in ten minutes," Lao Zhao said as he sat down and threw the empty oxygen tank into the water.

We all stopped, and I sat against the wall, enjoying the precious ten minutes of rest, my legs curled up and my back still pitted, but I didn't bother to move, neither of us spoke, and the sound of breathing filled the tunnel.

I closed my eyes, and I couldn't tell what it was like, and now I finally understood why our advance party had suddenly disappeared, and I thought of the firebirds, the overwhelming flock, which was not at all capable of being resisted by man.

This situation has just occurred on the island, and the road behind can be imagined, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is nine deaths and one life.

As I thought so, a slimy thing suddenly covered the ground I was holding onto, and before I could react, I jerked back, screaming, and staggering, as I reached out my other hand to grab the thing in my hand.

The wall behind me was hit by me, and it collapsed with a "click", so that my whole body lost my balance and fell backwards, "plopping" and slamming on the ground.

And the thing in my hand was scratched by me, and a sticky, slippery liquid flowed out, which was thrown away the moment I fell.

As I fell, the dust that had accumulated for thousands of years was stirred up, and at the same time a foul smell hit my face, choking everyone and coughing.

The bolt of the gun rang out, and several flashlights shot at it, but it was blocked by the dust, and still couldn't see anything clearly.

"What's going on?" Lao Zhao asked me, and countless rays of light converged on my body, illuminating me so that I couldn't open my eyes.

"There's something!" I shouted and tried to stand up against the wall, but I grabbed a piece of wood the thickness of chopsticks, and with a "click", the wood broke, and I fell again.

A pair of hands reached out and lifted me up before I hit the ground, the nearest ink-stained dust, when the smoke cleared, and the surroundings gradually became clearer, and I realized that what I was leaning against was not a rock wall, but a large net of gray-brown dry vines.

Behind the big net was a considerable space, and the people around him had already picked up their guns, squeezed into the hole, and shone their flashlights in all directions.

"Anyone?" A voice was surprised, "It's our people?!" ”

Following the sound, a guy from the Shen family used a flashlight to shine on the ground not far from me, and under the broken vines, there was a person buried, his chest was still slightly undulating, wearing the same team uniform as us, he was a member of the advance team!

We hurriedly cleaned up his things, but we didn't help him up, and we stared at him with wide eyes and no help.

Because this man's condition was so bad, it can be said that one foot had already stepped into the yellow spring, and he was burned by the fire, and he did not have a good skin, and his whole body was bulging, and he could even see the yellow thick water through the thin skin.

And his limbs were even more miserable, especially his hands, the skin was peeling off like gloves, and the thick water was flowing, I looked at my hands, and I was basically sure that he was the one who grabbed me just now, and the miserable situation on his hands was also caused by me.

"What are you doing in a daze, save him!" I yelled at Shen Yan, but he didn't take out the medical kit, but shook his head and sighed, "It's useless." ”

"There's still one here!" Several people turned out several corpses in the vines, all of them ours, all dead from burns.

At this time, the mouth of the person on the ground opened and closed, making a faint sound, Lao Zhao made a "silence" gesture, we held our breath, and listened to the man say in a dreamlike voice, "Kill me...... Kill me......"

"Hold on," Shen Yan sighed again, squatted down and took out a bottle from his close-fitting pocket, and poured a medicinal liquid into his mouth, the man's eyes lit up, and soon darkened again, and a violent cough squirted out the medicine he had drunk.

"Kill me......" The man's voice was a little louder, but still full of despair, "they went there, they were going to die, don't go, don't ......"