After waiting for a long time, the other party did not reply again. Shen Mo was already sleepy and forgot the fear just now, and fell asleep in my arms.

I wanted to carry her back to the room first, and when I stood up, I saw the Barbie doll again, and I couldn't help but feel a twitch in my heart.

I've been thinking about that in my heart, so I can't sleep, I've been sitting in front of the computer, and when it's almost dawn, QQ rang again.

The plan is very detailed, down to the point where and what kind of plant is the mark.

Let's be honest. I wasn't even sure, but I decided to go anyway.

In addition to finding the reason why Qingxian lost his memory, part of the reason is that I want to take revenge on the person who came to me to deal with me.

Although I could guess who that person was.

Climbing the Butterfly Mountain again, my steps were a little heavy, because I didn't know what fate awaited me.

Maybe the moment I decided to go up the mountain, life was already counting down.

According to the man's plan, I need to go around the back mountain first, and about a kilometer away from Mengyunguan, there is a cliff, and there is a small cave under the cliff, in which a shrine is enshrined, as for what is inside, no one knows.

Although the butterfly is not high, it is not easy to climb up from the back mountain.

The mountain road is steep, bushy and bumpy.

Along the way, I was pricked countless times by the spikes in the bushes, and both thighs were covered in blood.

As I walked, I looked at the cliff at the top of the mountain, and the more I looked at it, the more bottomless I became.

The reason why this mountain is called Butterfly Mountain is precisely because of its peculiar shape.

It's like a butterfly with wings spread and falling to the ground diagonally, and the road up the mountain is the wing that lands on the side of it, gentle, wide, not to mention walking, you can drive straight to the top of the mountain.

But this side of the back hill is completely different, I should have climbed up from the belly of the butterfly, and the cliff was just below the wings on the other side.

From my vantage point, the cliff was not straight up, but hollowed in.

If you fall off the edge of a cliff, you are guaranteed to hit nothing and fall directly to the bottom of the mountain.

Luckily I went during the day, and if it was night, it would have been impossible to climb to the top of the mountain from there.

But I didn't see any caves under the cliffs.

It was about one o'clock in the middle of the day that I climbed to the top of the mountain.

As soon as I approached the cliff, I felt an inexplicable fear in my heart.

I tied the rope to a big rock, carefully checked it several times, but still not at ease, and tied it to a big tree a few times before slowly descending from the edge of the cliff.

After about three or four meters, my feet couldn't touch anything again. Those three or four meters should only be considered the thickness of that wing.

From this position, I could barely see the so-called cave, which was a circular cave with a diameter of about one and a half meters.

But I was estimated to be five or six meters away from the hole, and I tried it, but it was impossible to swing through.

The stone wall above my head was smooth, as if someone had smeared it with a layer of oil, and I couldn't help but think of the face that was constantly dripping oil.

Suddenly, there was a dull sound of footsteps above the cliff, and I was startled, and I quickly released the buckle on my waist and slid down.

A gust of wind blew, and my body suddenly swayed.

I could even hear my own heart beating clearly, and the hand of death seemed to be on my neck.

When people are on the verge of death, their thoughts must not be despair, but how to live, unless it is suicide.

I immediately struggled to swing to the edge of the cave so I could still live. I don't know who it is, but as long as he cuts the rope, I'm done.

Despite my best efforts, I still had at least two or three meters to get to the cave.

Suddenly, my body suddenly fell a little, and I knew that the end of the stone must have been unfastened, and now only the tree remained.

A strong gust of wind blew around me, bringing me closer to the hole.

Time was pressing, and as my body swung closer to the hole again, I let go of the safety buckle.

"Smack"

I slammed into the rock wall below the entrance of the cave, and only one hand clasped a protruding rock at the entrance of the cave.

The rope floated before my eyes and fell to the bottom of the cliff.

"Damn, it's dangerous!"

The hole was covered with grease-like liquid, and I tried to get my other hand to hold on to the rock, but failed several times.

I knew that I couldn't hold on to the strength of one hand for long, so I tried with my feet for a long time and finally stepped on a small support point.

With this support, I finally put my other hand on the rock and climbed up with all my strength.

Luckily, I had a pair of spiked shoes for 100-meter athletes, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to hit the smooth stone wall.

Since the rock wall where the cave is located is sloping, the further down you go, the more inward it becomes, so it was too difficult to climb up, so I pushed up as hard as I could, and finally climbed my upper body into the cave before my arms went numb.

I lay on my stomach at the entrance of the cave, unable to move for a while, and my clothes were soaked with sweat. Especially in the crotch, it is estimated that the water can be wrung out, I don't know if it is scared to pee.

After a long time, my heartbeat gradually calmed down, and I no longer felt like it was going to jump out of my throat.

My legs were still too weak to make me stronger, so I simply half-climbed and half-walked into the cave.

Less than two meters from the entrance of the cave, there was a stone wall, which blocked it like a door, and around the stone wall, I finally saw the so-called cave.

There was no light in the cave, and nothing could be seen. I held the pendant my grandmother had given me in my hand, and with my other hand I pressed the switch of the flashlight.

The moment I saw the situation in the cave, I felt my heart throb.

Centered on the central shrine, the entire cave is filled with Barbie dolls covered in red. At least five hundred!

That is, more than 500 girls were eaten.

I carefully walked around the Barbie doll on the ground, walked to the shrine, took a deep breath, opened the shrine, and a foul smell rushed to my nostrils.

My head was dizzy, I took two steps back, and I vomited "wow".

It's not just a stinky, it's mixed with an indescribable disgusting smell.

Taking off my clothes and covering my mouth and nose, I forced myself to lean over to the nausea and carefully examine the contents of the shrine.

When I saw it clearly, the acid water in my stomach was vomited.

It turned out to be a pair of human entrails!

I don't know how long they've been left there, but even though they are sprinkled with some herbs and stuff, they still can't stop them from getting black and smelly.

I really didn't want to look any further, so I took out a bottle of gasoline from my body and poured it on it, and lit it without hesitation.

The flames "boomed" and I vaguely heard a heart-rending wail in the distance.