I don't know how long it took for me to become a little conscious, but the feeling was not clear, I felt like I was being dragged by something. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI wanted to open my eyes to see what it was, but my eyelids were so heavy that I couldn't open them at all, and soon I lost consciousness again.

When I became conscious again, I felt raped, and my whole body was very weak, as if I had collapsed. I don't know what keeps tugging at my back, and something keeps pouring water into my mouth.

To be honest, I don't know if I'm dreaming at the moment, but one thing I do know is instinctive resistance. I wanted to break free, I didn't want to let the water pour into my mouth again, but I didn't have the strength to open my eyes, how could I resist again.

I don't know how much water I've been fed, but I feel so much better, and my stomach feels like it's full. Finally the water stopped, and there was no more water in my mouth, and I thought that was the end of it, at least it wouldn't be as painful as watering anymore. But what happened next made me suffer even more.

A hand, yes a hand, I felt it was a hand. Because the fingers of this hand reached into my mouth, and kept pounding in my throat, I had to vomit out the water that had been poured into my stomach, not to mention how uncomfortable it was.

The nightmare wasn't over yet, I don't know how many times I went through watering and vomiting, and I finally opened my eyes in the midst of the devastation.

The moment I opened my eyes, I found myself in a strange place, it was dark, the ground was full of water, it felt like a small stream, and I was hunched over facing the stream.

I saw a pair of shoes on the ground next to me, a pair of cloth shoes that were already soaking wet, but it was too dark to see clearly. But it was clear that someone was wearing these cloth shoes, and they were standing right next to me.

I tried to look up to see who this person was, but when I tried it, I realized that I felt like I was paralyzed and couldn't move.

"Are you awake?"

It was a hoarse, old voice that came from beside me.

I wanted to answer, but before I could say anything, I felt my body move. It was then that I realized why I was hunched over, and it turned out that there was a person carrying my clothes on my back, and I was carried in this position by this person.

Like a dead dog, I was carried aside by this man, who laid me flat on the ground and then left my sight.

It was so dim that I couldn't see his face so close.

I struggled to remember what had happened, how did I end up here? But I can't remember anything, I just remember that I walked into that passage with the old prostitute, and as for how I got here, and who was this person? I have no idea at all.

But I have a guess in my heart, could it be that there is something wrong with the passage we walked, and I was tricked, so I am here.

After a moment of association, I seemed to find the answer and realized what was happening. It must be the dust in the passage, there must be something wrong with the dust, maybe the dust is poisonous, otherwise this person wouldn't have used water to wash my stomach just now. Of course, this is just my speculation, and what happened is probably only known to the person who saved me.

I can't move now, I can't see the person who just saved me, but I can hear what he's doing. He was still at the edge of the stream, still doing something with water, and after a while, I heard the sound of vomiting.

And who, who is it? Is it an old prostitute? That was my first thought.

"Old Prostitute"

I managed to squeeze out a word, but it wasn't loud and I didn't get any response.

Immediately after that, the sound of vomiting and pouring did not stop until I heard the coughing, but it was just a sound, and then it was quiet again, and there was no more sound.

To be honest, when I heard the voice, I could still be a little more sure, but when it suddenly became quiet, I didn't feel comfortable. I began to panic in my heart, and I was also a little worried about the old prostitute. I don't know if it was him who was coughing, but I think it's very probable because I can't imagine anyone else but him.

It stands to reason that hearing a cough is a good thing, proof that he is still alive, but after one sound there is no sound, which has to make me doubt his safety.

After a while, my head could barely shake from side to side, and I realized why it was so dark.

It turns out that there is no light source here, but someone deliberately blocked it. I saw that the flashlight was on, but the flashlight was shining on the wall and was very close to the wall, leaving only a few centimeters away. In this way, the flashlight plays a negligible role and can only refract the dim light.

I don't have to think about it to know, this must have been done by the person who just saved me, why did he let go of the flashlight like this, did he not want me to see his true face of Lushan.

I suddenly felt that this person was so strange, since he had already saved me, why did he deliberately not let me see his face clearly, could he be the legendary moral model who does good deeds without leaving a name?

"Who are you?" I asked weakly, "Is the one who just coughed my friend?" ”

"He's fine, he just needs a little more sleep."

Hearing his answer, I suddenly had a sense of déjà vu in his voice. I quickly remembered where I had heard this voice, but the more anxious I thought about it, the more I couldn't remember it, and then I simply didn't bother to bother, and asked directly: "Do we know each other, can you let me see your face clearly?" ”

"Why, you didn't hear me?" He paused, then continued, "I don't like talking to people in this way. ”

When I heard him say the rest of the sentence, my whole scalp froze, because I could already hear who he was.

It's him? It's the one who monitors the big brother's house.

I know this person, no, it shouldn't be considered an acquaintance, I don't know his name, I never saw his face clearly, I just fought with him, but I still remember what he said. Of course, he also had a sentence that I will never forget, which was the one he reminded me. He said that the people who want to kill you are not scary, and the real scary ones are those who are trying to prevent you from dying.

"How could it be you, did you bring me here?" I asked.

"It's not"

"What is this place, and how are you here?"

"This is the drain, and you don't need to know why I'm here."

"Since you can be here, you must know who led me here." I said.

"You'll be told, you're going to get a lot of information that you've never touched before, that might upend your view of life, so be prepared."

"What kind of information?" I asked curiously.

"You shouldn't ask me about this, when the time comes, someone will naturally confess some information to you."

"How long will you have to wait when this time comes?"

"You have too many questions, you just need to know that I saved you, and don't ask anything else, and I won't answer it."

I've played with him, so I know how he says it, and since he decided not to answer my question, he won't answer me easily. Of course, maybe I ask him a question that interests him, and he might answer me.

"I know you saved me, so I'm grateful to you. But I also remember what you said to me, you said to beware of people who don't want me to die, and now that you've saved me, are you one of those people who don't want me to die? "I said this on purpose just to see how he would react, after all, I don't know anything about his identity.

I thought that after I said these words, he would be furious, but I didn't expect him to just sneer slightly, and then said: "After tomorrow, those people will no longer care about your life or death, and you can go as you want to go in the future, but I also want to remind you that you can only continue to walk if you have a life, if your life is gone, no matter how long the road is, it will not belong to you." ”

When he said these words, I felt inexplicable, and instinctively asked, "What do you mean?" Can you make that clearer? ”

But he didn't answer. He didn't answer, I didn't ask any more questions, and suddenly there was a lot of silence around.

After a while, I felt a little more strength in my hands and feet, and I wanted to sit up. But as soon as I moved, he said, "If you have strength now, listen to me." These words must be kept in mind as they are about whether or not you can get out of here safely. ”

Before I could reply, he continued, "There is an altar in the tomb, and in the middle of the altar there is a star disk, and if you drip your blood into the disk, there will be a passage leading directly to the outside, and that passage will be the guarantee that you will get out of here safely. ”

I realized that he was talking to me very seriously, because the tone of his voice changed, as if he had consciously slowed down the pace, as if he was afraid that I would not be able to hear what he was saying, so he changed.

"What burial chamber? Where is the burial chamber? I asked.

"Someone will take you there, and before you enter the tomb, don't reveal this secret to anyone else, or you may not even have a chance to enter the tomb." He continued: "Don't tell anyone about us, and don't let anyone know that we've met here, including him. After saying that, he shook the old prostitute lying on the ground with a flashlight.

His reminders gave me a sense of crisis. Although I have always been distrustful of him, the fact that he can save us here, and that he can tell me this, is enough to prove that there are some things to happen here next, and that these things are not under my control, and probably the only thing under my control is the star disk he said.