I made up my mind and didn't make any moves, but closed my eyes and calmed down to think, although it was dark with my eyes open and I couldn't see anything, but the feeling was different from closing my eyes. If you think about things with your eyes open, the more you think about it, the more chaotic it becomes, and you can't calm down at all.

Sure enough, as long as I put my mind to it, I would definitely think of a way, and I realized that I should dig up the clod of earth under my feet, and if I was still in the wooden building, the clod should have a wooden floor underneath. If I think about it carefully, I am completely correct in this way of thinking, the clod of soil under my feet cannot be the roof of the first floor, because the roof of the first floor can only be one thing, that is, wood.

This is definitely a good way to verify that I am not on the second floor, I immediately use my hands to pick up the clods under my feet, the top clods are better and better, but the bottom ones are getting harder and harder, and I can only dig with torches at the end. Fortunately, it is just to verify my own speculation, so I don't need to dig a big pit, just a small one, and I can dig it to the end.

If I'm still on the second floor, the soil layer is only a few centimeters thick at most, because I didn't feel a slope when I walked all the way, so the height of this place and the floor should not be too different. Just as I was digging into the clods under my feet, a phrase came from behind: "What are you doing?" ”

Hearing this, I was immediately frightened, and I hurriedly looked back, but I couldn't see anything, even if there was no thick black fog here, and now I didn't have any lighting equipment, and it was still dark in front of me.

I didn't talk immediately, but crouched here to hear the source of the voice, but after waiting for twenty or thirty seconds, I didn't hear any more talking. I don't know if I had auditory hallucinations, and I thought to myself, how could anyone talk to me here, and who would ask me that sentence, it was not the tone of the little wolf and the old prostitute at all.

I decided not to think about it anymore, and the most important thing for now was to keep digging the clods under my feet to see if I could dig into the floor, and that was the only way out of my situation. I immediately continued to pry the clods of soil on the ground with my torch, but after two strokes, I heard the voice from behind me, "What are you doing?" ”

This time, I really listened to it, and I could hear the source of the sound clearly, it was extremely clear, and I was trembling all over my body, my head instantly tightened, and my head was full of cold sweat. I didn't know what to do, so I shouted behind me, "Who?" ”

After waiting for dozens of seconds, there was still silence, not only did not wait for an answer, but also did not wait for any sound. For a moment, I started to tense up, and the muscles in my whole body froze, because I had realized that it was definitely not an auditory hallucination, but a sound made by someone or something. In this case, I would rather that someone was asking me, even if I didn't know the person, and I didn't want it to be something else's voice.

I didn't dig any further, but waited for several minutes, but I didn't hear the voice. I felt that the voice was so strange, as soon as I dug in the soil, there would be this kind of questioning sound. I deliberately pretended to dig the earth, and used a torch to dig one at a time, and sure enough, before I could dig a third time, the voice came again, and it was the same sentence, "What are you doing?" ”

This time I was not afraid, I was ready for another sound, but I didn't know what this sound came from, but I also felt it, as if it was preventing me from digging the dirt under my feet. I dug into the soil a few more times, and the question came again.

I thought to myself, since you don't want me to dig the soil, then I'll dig it, maybe I can really find something under the soil layer. What's more, you just made a questioning voice, and it didn't do me any harm, so I just didn't hear it.

With this in mind, my hands began to continue digging, but the soil layer below was particularly hard, and I used my hands to remove the soil that had hit the activity with my hands while striking it a few times. When I was digging the soil, the sound behind me really didn't stop, and after 10 seconds, I asked the last question, I don't know if the road was made by this earth immortal, or if there was some weird device in the dark behind, in short, I don't pay attention to this sound anymore.

The soil under my feet was so hard that I dug for several minutes, and I didn't even dig to a depth of 3 centimeters. The heart said, whether this is fucking soil or not, how can it be harder than reinforced concrete, if only there was a little water, it wouldn't be so hard if the soil layer was wet.

Thinking of wetting the soil, I immediately thought about it, and quickly stood up and unbuckled my trouser belt, ready to have a little beer with temperature on the soil layer under my feet. But Nima stood for dozens of seconds, and she didn't feel the slightest feeling of wanting to pee, so she was forced to have no choice but to squeeze hard.

The heart and the kidneys have carried out a series of heart-to-heart negotiations, the heart buries the kidneys, you are a filter, let you sprinkle it, you will sprinkle it, the ink is hairy. Now is an extraordinary time, when you should be strong, you are not fucking strong, when you shouldn't be strong, you are always blind and strong, happy sprinkling, if you can really hold it, then don't sprinkle it for the rest of your life, or just be happy, don't ink.

After a short period of internal struggle, not peeing lost to peeing, the urine was still squeezed out, in this darkness, I heard the sound of hard squeezing out, not to mention how joyful, this is definitely a beautiful moment.

After sprinkling, I didn't immediately squat down, but stood for a while, maybe the reason why I didn't see the master in the copper coin village, I was a little angry, so the taste was a little unsatisfactory, I believe everyone will understand.

Just as I was about to crouch down, suddenly a sentence came from my side, "Why are you here, not moving forward?" ”

This sudden voice frightened me to the other side and asked, "Who are you?" ”

"It's me, old Liu."

Hearing Lao Liu's answer, I instantly felt extremely excited, and it felt like seeing a long-lost relative. I immediately reached out to touch the direction in which he was speaking, but Lao Liu immediately said: "Don't touch me, follow me forward, it's dangerous here." ”

I hurriedly agreed, and groped my way forward in the darkness ahead. But just a few steps away, I noticed that something was wrong, the footsteps were wrong, for what two people were walking, and there was only the footsteps of me. I immediately asked, "Old Liu, are you moving forward?" ”

"Don't talk, keep walking."

As soon as I heard his answer, it was still on my side, so he should be walking forward, but I couldn't hear his footsteps. I immediately stood where I was, listening carefully to his footsteps, but when I stopped, there was silence again, and there was no sound at all.

"Old Liu, are you still leaving?" I asked, confused.

"Don't talk, keep walking."

His voice was still on my side, and I immediately had doubts, if it was really Lao Liu, even if he didn't make a sound when he walked, then I stopped just now, and he kept walking forward, then his voice should be in front of me, not on my side.

I immediately realized that something was wrong, this was not Lao Liutou, and a cool breath slipped from the back of my neck to the bottom and went straight down to my heels, and the hairs on my body stood up in an instant.