I steadied my feet and looked at it, and beneath that twisted and terrifying face was a soaked corpse!

The corpse was male, his face was somewhat deformed, the bridge of his nose collapsed on his face, and his eyes rolled white, as if he had been run over by a wheel. His body was still wrapped in tattered cloth, and judging by the puffiness of the corpse's skin, the corpse must have been soaked in water for a long time.

I saw that the corpse was constantly "squeezed" out of the left port along the flowing water, and then slowly flowed down the trough to the right end, and then "squeezed" out of the port at the other end.

This strange process made me a little frustrated, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. From what I had just seen, it seemed that the body was going to be transported somewhere to the right.

I cautiously walked up to the edge of the right port, trying to peek through the right port to get a closer look at what's out there, but I didn't find anything but a little light.

The mud and sand water in the trough was still flowing, and the red blood brought by the corpse was slowly diluted by the water that poured back into the left port, and gradually, the water surface returned to its previous yellow and clear turbidity. It's as if nothing happened.

But I'm sure what I've seen before is real, and although my head is a little dizzy, the eerie and terrifying atmosphere it creates has a real impact on my heart, and I can feel it on every inch of my skin. My gaze was fixed on the left port, and I felt as if in the next second, from there there there would be another decomposing corpse.

The tension made it impossible for me to stay in this place and wait, I had to do something, there was no dry food here, and if I didn't do anything about it, I would die in this place sooner or later.

I thought, and set my eyes on the right port again. Then an idea popped into my head: drill out and see.

I'm relatively small, and it's more than enough to get through this port, and I can drill out from the right port and see what's going on outside, although everything is unknown, it's better than sitting still.

So, I took off my outer clothes so that I wouldn't get in the way of the water when I went out, so I left a white shirt. I pulled up my trouser legs and stepped on the groove against the wall, then carefully and gradually bent down, kneeling on the ground with both arms propped up on the groove.

The icy water in the trough ran over me, and I shivered a little from the cold.

The river overflowed the entire trough, and if I wanted to get out of the right port, I had to dive into it. I was a little sick at the thought of a corpse floating in the tank just now, although the water glass was constantly washed away, but it was probably a psychological effect, and I always felt that the water here had a rancid smell of blood.

I hesitated for a while, but finally broke this hesitation and made up my mind to dive into the water. After all, this tricky situation is still a race against time, and besides, the other three bustards don't know where they are now, so the group gathered together earlier, so everyone should discuss ways to escape from this place as soon as possible, and take care of each other.

I took a big breath, then held my breath, and threw my head into the water, and suddenly, the cold water soaked my head tightly, and suddenly there was a more muffled sound of water in my ears, because the water still carried a lot of mud and sand, I didn't open my eyes, considering that it might hurt my eyes. It was pitch black in front of my eyes, as if my head had been covered by a black cloth again, which made me feel a little tightness and shortness of breath.

I immediately seized the time, hunched my waist, and crawled forward by constantly moving my hands.

I took the breath in my mouth and swallowed it evenly little by little, as a way to prolong the time I spent underwater. When I was a child, I often went into the river in the summer, and the water quality was naturally good, and I could last more than two or three minutes on the side of holding my breath underwater.

The water quickly and completely soaked my body, and the wet clothes added weight to my body, which made it difficult for me to move. In the dark, I could only rely on constant groping, moving in the direction of the trough.

As I continued to move forward, I felt the direction of the channel bend a little, slowly turning to the other end. It doesn't look like the groove is completely straight, it has curved forks.

After crawling in the water for about two minutes, I felt a white light in my dark vision, and I knew that it was almost to the exit! This made me excited, and I immediately picked up my speed and crawled in the direction of the light.

As the light approached my face, the wall above my head disappeared, and the dull feeling in my ears faded. I know I've crawled out of that port.

I lifted my head out of the water, ignoring the mud and sand on my face and hair, and I couldn't wait to open my eyes.

However, when my gaze touched the scene outside, I froze.

When I looked up, I saw that it was still the small, closed, confined cavern!

, what's going on? I had a look of astonishment on my face, and I couldn't figure out what was going on. I was stunned for a moment and then came back to my senses, intending to stand up and scan the cave to see what was going on. As soon as I stood up, I suddenly saw a broad figure lying not far from me.

I twisted my eyebrows and slowly walked out of the trough, cautiously looking at the figure, always feeling something familiar. After walking a few more steps, I finally saw the appearance of this figure clearly: Isn't this the old bustard?

At this time, the old bustard was lying on the ground like a collapsing wall, and he seemed to be unconscious, and some of the luggage we had brought with him was scattered around him. He had been swept under the Yellow River by the whirlpool with me.

I stepped forward and shook the bustard's shoulder with my hand: "Bustard, wake up." ”

The old bustard was shaken by me like this, frowned and raised his face, opened his eyes with difficulty, snorted, and looked at me sleepily, a little confused.

"Are you alright, bustard?"

The bustard finally came to his senses and realized my presence, with a somewhat surprised expression on his face. Then he looked around the cave again, grabbed me by the sleeve, and asked, "Why are we in this place?" What about Miss Tang and Uncle Bai? ”

"I don't know." I shook my head, "I woke up in a cave like this, but it's not the same cave you're in right now. ”

The bustard didn't know what I meant: "Not the same?" What do you mean? ”

I pointed to the trough on the edge of the cave, "The cave where I am staying also has a trough like this 'water channel', and I climbed along this until I came to you." ”

After hearing this, the bustard moved his vision to the trough, and the mud and sand water on the trough continued to flow, also from the left port to the right port, and it was endless. The old bustard pressed his head, as if he had a headache, and he said, "You mean that after being sucked in by the whirlpool in the Yellow River, we were each trapped in a cave, and this trough is connected to our caves?" ”

I nodded, then added, "Not only that, but I also saw a corpse flowing out of the groove earlier!" ”

"Corpses?"

"A corpse that has been soaked in water and rotted. It flowed through my trough, and it seemed to pass through your trough, and then it flowed out from the other end. ”

After hearing this, the old bustard looked directly at the right port of the trough in front of him, pinched his eyebrows and thought carefully, and speculated: "In this cave, only this trough has a mouth that can communicate with the outside world, and you said that the corpse flowed in and out of this trough, so it is very likely that we also came in through a trough." ”

I think there is some truth in the bustard's speculation. After all, we can't enter this cave out of thin air, there must be some medium, maybe the bustard is right, we may have entered through this trough.

The bustard looked at me: "Let's go down this trough?" ”

I nodded. After all, now Tang Haitang and Uncle Bai's whereabouts are still unknown, we still have to continue to find their whereabouts, and we are more worried about whether the spies of the Buddha's Hand Society will also follow up, if that happens, things will become more dangerous.

The bustard quickly took off his coat and lay down in the trough. Although the old bustard has a fat head, a big-eared tiger's back, the space of the trough can still allow him to pass through. I also got out of the trough and followed the bustard.

Although the water quality of the old bustard is not very good, his fat lung capacity is very high, and he can hold his breath for a long time. After holding our breath together, we closed our eyes and plunged our heads underwater, moving our arms into the right port of the trough, and crawling towards the unknown space ahead.

However, I overlooked that the bustard was moving slowly in the trough, and he was stuck in front of me, and his ass was often slammed in my face. But at this point, we were already in this tank, and we couldn't speak or poke my head out to breathe, so I had to adjust the speed of swallowing more slowly, prolonging the time under the water.

After about a minute or two of crawling like this, I guess I was almost at the exit, and I was about to poke the bustard's ass to signal him to speed up, when I suddenly felt something rub against my back, and it was cold. At first, I thought it was a stone or something, and I didn't pay much attention to it, but then the next second, my ankle was suddenly grabbed by something! A hairy feeling suddenly rushed up along the hamstrings!

I turned my head, didn't take into account the amount of sediment in the water, and instinctively opened my eyes.

There was a stinging sensation in my eyes, and at the same time, I also saw that in the chaos of the yellow and clear, there was a grimace staring at me! The flesh on his face, from the corners of his eyes and his mouth, was rotted and twisted, and his bony hands were clutching at my ankles!