Through this drainage canal, I am even more convinced of my own judgment, passerby A must know this place very well, otherwise how could he accurately find the water source here. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

I reluctantly got up and sat down beside the stone wall, trying to get the old prostitute over, but I was powerless, so I could only let him lie on the wet ground for a while. But fortunately, our backpack is still there, but it is placed farther away from me, but closer to the old prostitute.

The backpack was on the other side of the puddle, so I had to go past the prostitute and the puddle if I wanted to get there. No way, after the previous gastric lavage process, my stomach has been emptied, and now I am really hungry with my chest against my back, so I have to crawl over to find something to eat.

When I crawled to the old prostitute, I looked at him twice, and I wanted to wake him up, but after thinking about it, I had better not let him wake up yet. After all, Passerby A's last sentence was right, while he didn't wake up, I still had to think about how to explain the process to him. If I don't make up the whole process, I don't want him to wake up, otherwise if there is a flaw, this guy will definitely ask endlessly.

Bypassing the old prostitute, there is the puddle in front of me, I don't want to stop longer, the sooner I climb to the backpack, the better. But in the process of climbing over the puddle, I couldn't help but glance into the puddle, and I was immediately startled.

I saw that there were many white objects like dough in the puddle, and there were many tiny black worms around the white objects, and those dense black insects were eating the white objects.

Soon I found out what the white object in the water was, and I couldn't help but itch all over my body, it was the vomit of my old prostitute and me.

If I usually saw this scene, I wouldn't have any reaction, but here and now, I feel sick when I see this scene. I even wanted to see if I had any of these black worms in my mouth, after all, the water used by passerby A to wash our stomachs was from here.

The more I looked at it, the more disgusting I felt, so I quickly walked around the puddle to the backpack, took out the compressed biscuits and looked at them several times, but I couldn't get out of my mouth for a long time. I'm really hungry, but after this scene, I really don't have an appetite. It calmed down for a while before taking the first bite.

While eating, I was thinking about how I would tell the old prostitute when she woke up, and how to tell this lie in order to be fulfilled. To be honest, it's not difficult for me to tell a little lie, but this time it's different, I went through the process in a coma, and I can't figure out what the situation is, but I have to make up these processes with lies, and I can't reveal a little flaw, let alone reveal the information of passerby A, which is really a bit difficult for me.

Looking at the old prostitute lying on the ground, I felt helpless. How nice it would be if it was a little wolf lying on the ground, even if my lie was flawed, the little wolf wouldn't necessarily ask about it, and he wouldn't even ask me about the process.

But think about it, if there is a little wolf here, maybe we won't be tricked, and there won't be so much trouble in the future, it seems that my path with the old prostitute is still not deep enough.

I missed the little wolf so much that the old prostitute coughed, and then his body shook a little, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Seeing that the old prostitute had woken up, I hurried over, first told him not to speak, then took two mouthfuls of water and fed him two mouthfuls, and let him lie in place for another five minutes.

These five minutes helped me a lot, not only thinking about how to explain the situation to the old prostitute, but also recovering some strength by supplementing food.

Five minutes later, I fed the old prostitute, who said that his cervical spine hurt while eating. I thought he had an injury to his cervical spine, so I hurriedly helped him take a look, only to find that there was a red mark on the back of his neck with a thumb pressed.

Seeing the red mark of this thumb press, I kind of understood what was going on. No wonder after passer-by A washed the stomach of the old prostitute, the old prostitute only coughed and fainted again. Now it seems that it was not that the old prostitute did not wake up at that time, but that passer-by A moved his hands and feet and made the old prostitute faint again.

However, this is also in line with the character of passerby A, and there is nothing surprising about it, after all, he doesn't want the old prostitute to know that he has appeared.

The old prostitute slowly recovered some strength, and began to ask me what was going on. However, the old prostitute also had doubts, he said that I was the first to be hit and fell to the ground, how could I save him?

I told him that I wasn't fainting, that I had just fallen down, and that by the time I got up, he had already fainted, and then I dragged him out and found his stomach here.

Although the old prostitute was skeptical, she didn't ask too much, maybe her physical strength had not fully recovered, so she didn't bother to speak.

The two of us sat in the drain for more than an hour, and I recovered almost, but the old prostitute did not recover well. Originally, he was injured, and with such a toss, the physical consumption was too great, and it was difficult to recover.

To be honest, I really want to get out of the drain quickly, after all, the humidity here is too heavy, and our clothes have been wet from the previous stomach wash, so it is very cold to stick to the body, so I can't help but shiver a little when I sit here.

"How about the old prostitute, can you leave now?" I slowed down, and then said, "It's so cold here, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand it if I stay any longer."

"I can't take it anymore, where are we going?" The old prostitute barely stood up.

"Go this way, go back to the old mural." I pointed in the direction of passerby A.

"Back there?" The old prostitute hesitated for a moment and asked, "Why do you want to go back there, it's not a safe place."

"Now that it's safe, the monster should have left."

"How do you know?" The old prostitute looked at me and asked with a questioning expression.

"I took a look when I dragged you out, and that monster may have run away because he was afraid of fire."

It seems that I am quite satisfied with this answer, and I didn't ask again. I carried my backpack and supported the old prostitute, all the way in the direction where passerby A was walking.

From time to time, the old prostitutes would ask me how far I was, and I would deal with it quickly. Actually, I don't know how far it is, after all, passerby A didn't tell me about the process at all. And one thing I'm worried about now is that I don't know what the exit looks like. Whether it was going straight to the end of the drain or whether there was an exit somewhere, I didn't know, so I had to bite the bullet and move forward.

To be honest, I complained a lot to passer-by A, since he had already saved us, why couldn't he tell me more about this place, even if it was to give me a general framework, it would help me to tell this lie. But he didn't tell me anything, and I had to make it all up myself.

"How far is my day? You've been doing this almost almost several times. The old prostitute said impatiently.

"It should be soon, but I can't remember clearly," I saw what the old prostitute was going to say, and hurriedly continued: "Don't forget the fuck, I was also poisoned at the time, and my brain was confused, it would be good to be able to carry you here, how can I remember how far I went."

The old prostitute nodded, and did not ask again, this lie can be regarded as a success.

After walking for about ten minutes, a row of upward stone steps finally appeared in the stone wall on one side. The flashlight clearly illuminates the exit above, which is half blocked by wooden planks.

"Is it here?" The old prostitute asked.

I didn't answer him immediately, and I didn't know how to answer, so I thought of a reason and lied to him: "You wait here for me first, I'll go up to see if it's safe, and if it's safe, you can go up again."

"Okay, you should be careful, if there is danger, come down quickly."

I nodded, put my backpack on the ground, and walked up the stone steps.

The stone steps here are not steep, there are about 40 stone steps from the bottom to the top. I don't know what the place is up there, so I'm walking relatively cautiously. As soon as I walked up six or seven stone steps, I noticed a small mark on the stone wall, an upward arrow. It is clear that this arrow was scratched not long ago, and the scratch is new.

Seeing this arrow mark, I was relieved, this must have been deliberately left by passerby A, it seems that this guy is quite interesting, and he knows to leave me a hint.

With the mark of passerby A, I had nothing to worry about, and went straight up, straight to the exit.

The exit above the stone steps is small, rectangular in shape, less than a meter wide, and the exit is half covered, leaving a hole only half a meter wide.

When I looked down there, I thought it was a wooden plank blocking the exit, but when I got closer, I saw that it was not an ordinary plank, but a coffin. Although it was half blocked by the coffin, it did not affect the passage of a person.

After passing the exit of the stone steps, you will come to a fan-shaped stone chamber. This stone room is not large, only more than 20 square meters, with three lampstands on the wall, and a broken coffin in the middle. There are no exits around the stone chamber, and at first glance it looks like an enclosed space.

Although it looked like an enclosed space, I thought there must be some other exit, otherwise Passerby A wouldn't let me go here, and since he said let me go back to the mural, it wouldn't have led me to a dead end.

I used my flashlight to look closely at the surrounding stone walls, and sure enough, as I expected, under one of the lampstands, I saw the marks left by passerby A again. This time, however, instead of an arrow pointing straight up and down, the mark is a rotating circle.

Obviously, this is a prompt to turn this lampstand, I tried it with my hands, and as soon as the lampstand turned half a circle, there was a crisp sound of mechanism, and then the stone wall in the corner slowly opened a stone door, and the outside of the stone door was the mural space where we were before. However, it is no longer as neat as before, the whole space has become a mess, as if it has been raided, many coffins have been shattered, bamboo slips and ancient books are scattered everywhere, and even the stone carving Fang Xiangshi is lying on the ground crookedly.

"Oh my god, what's going on, is there an earthquake? How to make this bear-like. ”

I glanced back, I didn't know when the old prostitute came up, and casually asked, "Why did you come up?"

"I heard a voice below, I'm afraid you kid won't be able to handle it, so I'll come up and take a look."

I took a closer look, but the old prostitute didn't bring her backpack up, so she hurriedly ran down and took the backpack up. When I came up, the old prostitute did not go out alone, but was still waiting for me.