The sand stream accompanied by blood was filled with a kind of death aura that gradually solidified, and that aura flowed quickly, escaping from the light, and returning to the dark world.

I waved my hand and shone the flashlight again, and the sand continued to flow downward, and I hid beyond this layer of bloody sand, watching the darkness.

The blood has just dried up and can even form a liquid, which means that it will never last more than a week to leave the body.

Although the air here is controlled to a certain extent, if it is more than a week, any bodily fluids will be naturally air-dried.

Who could this person be? Did it fall from those sand holes above, like me, from above, but unfortunately I didn't fall in the same place as me, and fell from that high without a curve cushion.

No, maybe he was alive when he fell from the mouth of the sand cave, but some important part of his body hit the stone path above.

I think it may have been a serious head injury, but depending on the level of bleeding here, the body should not have been left on it, except that the area on it was not large enough to bear the corpse, there is another possibility.

If he hit his head on it, it should not have been fatal, the blow to the head would only put him into a coma temporarily, and if he could wake up before the blood loss was fatal, then he should have survived.

But after I came here, I didn't find anyone at all, and there was no distress signal left, which already indicates that the people who came here did not have any chance of surviving when they fell.

If it has a chance of surviving, it will definitely do its best to climb up, and ask me for help when it first notices the flashlight of my call.

After confirming this, I was also a little afraid in my heart, this time I was lucky, lucky to fall from another sand hole, if unlucky, it is very likely that I will be like him.

Glancing at the sand cave again, I withdrew my gaze, but my heart suddenly lifted because of the identity of the deceased.

The only ones who came in with us were Baizhou and Liu Ran, if I fell from above, would they also fall one after another?

Baizhou is not likely, after all, this is their clan tomb, he should have a certain understanding of this place, but Liu Ran ......

I didn't dare to think about it any further, and a Liu Ran's face vaguely appeared in my mind, but I quickly denied it.

Impossible, she is so good, how can she be like me, walking without paying attention to her feet.

Although I convince myself so much, the objective facts all point to the same time without exception, and the degree of blood residue shows that the time of death of the deceased is very close to now, but in the past week, it seems that only we will be so unlucky.

It shouldn't be Li Sansi's people, after all, they have the blueprints of this mausoleum in their hands, and they know more about this place than we do.

With two definite possibilities, it was hard for me not to think about it, so I slowly wiped the blood and sand off the flashlight and continued to walk forward.

I tried to correct my conjecture in other ways, maybe it was Li Sansi's people, who recklessly entered the tomb and encountered the mechanism, and fell here.

And not necessarily, he can enter and exit the mausoleum freely when he gets the drawings, what if there is any accident? For example, whether the drawing outline will be so clear, mark all the details.

In ancient times, there was no one who would not leave something for himself to protect his bones from being desecrated by outsiders.

No matter how smart you are, you will always suspect that even if you are your descendants, you will inevitably have to pay more attention, so there will definitely be some loopholes in that drawing.

All this is comforting to myself, I can only move forward and face the truth, maybe that is not what I want to see.

The crockpot is not broken from the wellhead, how can the general avoid being killed, since he has chosen to go this way, he should have had his current consciousness a long time ago!

I thought to myself about the dark speculation, and immediately quickened my pace again, and walked towards the abyss.

The flashlight followed the path downward, deeper into the darkness, where the quicksand kept falling, and the sound was getting closer and closer.

I watched it again and again, and confirmed it in my heart over and over again, coiling and extending downward, and the darkness around me was like quicksand, falling down layer by layer.

With something heavy in my heart, I would inevitably make the same old mistakes, walking and stopping, the flashlight constantly shaking around, desperate to find the body.

But I actually knew that I was anxious, and I knew that this would only make my state worse, but I had turned around and looked around countless times, thinking that I was about to go to the bottom, but I was disappointed again and again.

It's really testing me, my mind is like a light in the dark, anxiety and anxiety come one after another, all I need is time, but time is incomparably precious now.

I suddenly stopped, looked up, and there was also pitch black under the flashlight, and there was no end in sight.

All my clear intellect tells me to be calm, but it seems as if I am going to become a different person, a person who is completely deceived by the illusion of the ego.

The man who was in a state of madness, he really wanted to jump from here, so that he could find the person as quickly as possible, so that he could explain all his confusion in the fastest way.

But I knew I couldn't do that, and when I got to the edge of the road, I took my flashlight and shone it downward, wondering if the dead man was here with a desire to live.

Below is death, the death that has never been buried, and I must control it all.

I retreated again, calling my name in my heart over and over again, concentrating on my heart like a Buddhist meditation practice, and stabilizing my wandering mind with the concentration of Vipassana.

I used to think that this was an endless abyss that would swallow up everything that came here, including the most precious time of all life.

But when I reached the end, I realized that it was all my fantasy, it was not so huge, and even when I didn't pay attention, I couldn't feel the passage of time, and when I woke up, it seemed that it was only a few minutes.

In the darkness, I was awakened by a pang of hunger, and when I came back to my senses and looked around, I found that I had reached the bottom of the tunnel.

I looked up a few times, and I found that it had become a bottomless place, and the coiled coils twisted the body and kept climbing upward, and I could clearly see their outlines in the nearby light, but not far away.

When I pulled back the flashlight and shone it down next to me, I found a large amount of sand, and there were several scattered streams of sand falling not far away.

I couldn't go any further, so I went to my backpack and rummaged through it, trying to find something to fill my stomach.

In the backpack, there wasn't much to eat, I only dug out a few packets of compressed biscuits and a few bottles of water.

I haven't had much contact with this kind of compressed food, and after eating a few bites, I feel that it doesn't taste at all, but it's still very useful to satisfy hunger.

I didn't have much appetite for this kind of food, so I simply ate a few bites, and when I felt that I had regained my strength, I put it away again.

It was still dark all around, and I put on my backpack and hit the beam of the flashlight, and the darkness was separated by the light and a crack was made, and I walked down the crack.

The sand beneath your feet was fine, and with the smell of blood falling from above, it was filled with a strange smell.

As I slowly deepened, more and more scenery around me was taken into view, and the fine sand was constantly piled up into small piles one after another.

The sound of quicksand around me rang in my ears, and I searched with a flashlight, and found that it was very wide, and when the aperture of the flashlight shone on the opposite side, it was already far away.

Trying to move the pillar of light to the right, I finally saw something different from the fine sand around me in a sand pile.

The thing, buried in the sand, seemed to hear something other than the sound of the sand falling as I walked over.

I couldn't tell if the sound was coming from the thing, so I approached cautiously, only to see that the thing was almost completely covered in sand, with only the gray corner left outside.

Under the light, I walked over to the thing and reached out to pull it up, testing if it could move on its own.

Because it has been buried in the sand for too long, although the speed of the sand flow has been slowed down a lot through the upper layers of coils, it has been a while after all.

I touched the corner of the sand, and it was the garment, a very hard fabric, which felt like the kind of canvas used in outdoor adventures.

With this corner pulling, I pulled the rest of the sand out with all my might, and finally saw a person, a strange man.

When his whole face appeared in the light, I saw that his skin was covered in something that looked like corpse spots.

In the light, those things were in the form of black stripes, but when I looked closely, I realized that the pattern of these stripes was very peculiar, and they seemed to continue until they were docked with each other to form a complete totem.

I tried to fill in the gaps with my own guesses with what I saw, and I found that these totems were like a giant vine.

The intertwined, spreading vines continued in the empty part of the body, and finally enveloped the whole body, turning it into a corpse wrapped in this strange flower vine.

Those flower vines are also like a piece of clothing on its body, like fallen leaves after drying, after the death of life, showing all their withered veins, yellowing and brittle leaves.