When Zhang Yuhua disappeared into the corridor, I suddenly realized that I had broken away from everyone at this moment, and I was in a state of being alone, and I really regretted it at this moment!

I took a few breaths, then looked behind me, and saw a bottomless tunnel stretching from under my feet, and there was a dead silence all around, except for the sound of my own breathing!

I immediately followed the path I had come from, and I looked back as I went, perhaps because my own footsteps were too clear and audible, and I always felt a little unsteady in my heart, as if I was worried about something behind me!

As I went along, I tried not to think about the fact that I was alone at the moment, and my mind was full of monkeys waiting for me to come back in the stone room, and they must have been waiting for me to go back as much as possible, maybe they had already entered the tunnel to find me......

The moment I returned to the stone chamber, I was dumbfounded, and I gasped unconsciously to see that the huge stone chamber was empty, and they actually ...... It's all gone!

"Monkey ...... Team Cai? ”

I immediately shouted twice in the stone room, but there was no response, only to hear my own echo ups and downs, and suddenly I felt a chill in my back!

Where have they gone? It stands to reason that they can't leave me alone and leave first!

I first suspected that something was wrong with them, but after thinking about it, I didn't hear any sound of fighting just now, although I was in the corridor just now, but this corridor and the stone chamber are closely connected, and the combination is like a horn, as long as there is a slight movement in the stone chamber, I will definitely sense it!

Besides, when they are in danger, someone will definitely shoot, and there is no reason why they should not hear such a loud movement!

Thinking of this, I called them a few more times, but no one answered me except for the response!

This dark and secluded tomb, a cold sarcophagus, immediately forced me back to reality. In the depths of this eerie and terrifying Kunlun Mountain, I am alone in front of a sarcophagus, even if there is nothing terrifying here, but my imagination can force me to death!

I looked at the sarcophagus by the wall in the stone room, and my mind began to be a little confused, and I unconsciously imagined the scene when my father was here with the bearded man and the glasses 30 years ago:

The three of them were holding torches and were standing in front of the sarcophagus, the three of them looked at me, I looked at you, no one spoke, they exchanged glances with each other, and their faces were full of surprise! There was silence in the stone chamber, except for the "boom" of the burning torches.

Thinking about it, I seem to have seen the three of them appear in front of my eyes!

I was afraid that my mind would continue to wander, so I immediately yelled "monkey", and I wished someone would answer me soon, but it was still dead silent!

At this time, I suddenly felt a biting cold wind coming from nowhere, blowing I involuntarily shivered, I felt the wind direction a little, it seemed to be blowing from the corridor, I happened to stand on the tuyere, the gust of cold wind actually made me feel a chill!

I tightened my coat tightened, and my neck shrunk into the collar, and I put my hands in the pockets of my clothes!

As soon as my hands were inserted into my pockets, I suddenly felt that my right hand seemed to feel strange, there seemed to be something in my right pocket, and this thing actually made me feel strange to the touch, I don't even remember that I had let such a thing in!

The things in my pocket are slender and slender to the touch, my first feeling is the voice recorder, but I think about it again and feel wrong, my voice recorder has always been in my backpack, I am afraid of losing it so I refuse to put it in the pocket of my clothes, this low-level mistake I firmly believe is impossible to make!

But I couldn't think of anything else other than the recorder that was in such shape, and with that thing, I seemed to have touched something like a little ball of paper, and the two things together made me feel even more strange.

I immediately took out two things from my pocket and took a look, only to see that it was really a voice recorder and a small ball of paper, I frowned when I saw it, this voice recorder I obviously put in my bag, how could it run into my clothes pocket for no reason!

I didn't have time to pay attention to this recorder for a while, but the paper ball was even more attractive to me, only to see that the rough edges on the outside of the paper ball were wrinkled and uneven, as if a little bit had been torn from somewhere, and it was clenched into a mess, and it was soft in my hand.

I immediately spread out the note slowly, and I moved very slowly, for fear of damaging the already crumpled confetti again!

When I finally spread out the confetti completely, I was stunned at a glance, and I vaguely saw that there seemed to be four words written on the crumpled confetti, and I immediately recognized it when I carefully identified it, and it read: Beware of the pen owner!

When I saw it, I was stunned again, be careful...... The pen owner? What is this master, could it be a kind of pen fairy in ghost movies?

And there's another question that makes me shudder even more, who wrote this? Why is it in my pocket?

I took a closer look at the handwriting, and I wanted to find some clues from the handwriting, but the four words were really crooked, and it was good to be recognizable, and there was no handwriting at all.

Beware of pen owners? I pondered these four words again, and then I remembered the voice recorder that came with the confetti.

I immediately took the recorder to my eyes and took a closer look, and when I saw it, I realized that it was wrong, this recorder ...... Not mine!

I saw that the recorder looked a little old, it was estimated that it had been some years, and the black paint of the skin had worn down to the point that there was little left, revealing the aluminum-white inner skin inside.

Unconsciously asked in my heart: Who is this voice recorder? Do those four words mean that I should be careful of the owner of this recorder?

Thinking of this, I immediately searched the recorder for the engraving that belonged to everyone's last name. I searched around the body of the recorder, and I really found the word ...... "ancient"

I once learned from Cai Changsheng that the former captain of the archaeological team seems to be surnamed Gu, and I can't remember what Gu is called. Except for the old captain, it seems that there is no one with the surname Gu who seems to have entered this tomb.

Could it be that the four words "be careful of the pen owner" are asking me to be careful of the old captain? But this ...... There's no reason for that!

I don't know if there's anything recorded in this recorder, so I pressed the button to play the recording.

It turned out that there was no response, and I pressed it a few more times, and it was still the same.

I took a closer look and found that the voice recorder had no battery!

I immediately pulled my voice recorder out of my bag and removed the battery and replaced it with this one.

After changing the battery, the voice recorder responded, and I immediately pressed the button that played the recording again.

As soon as I pressed the play button, I heard a sudden high-pitched, shrill sound from the recorder, which made my body tremble, and the recorder almost fell from my hand.

The piercing sound lasted for about a minute, and I tried to finish my eardrum with the feeling of being punctured. The shrill beeping stopped, followed by a cacophony of noise, like the rattling of an old-fashioned radio when it was interfered with by radio.

A few minutes passed, and the noise coming from the recorder was still chaotic and noisy, and I didn't stop, but continued to listen patiently.

Just as I was listening to the noise and feeling my scalp tingling and flustered, the noise in the recorder suddenly stopped, and then I heard a conversation:

"Big ...... Bearded! Open...... Can't open the coffin? ”

"Open! Must open! ”

"But... But if there is a ...... in it There's that thing, but it's like ...... How to be good! ”

"Hurry up and open the coffin, don't be verbose, what's there to be afraid of, the guy on Lao Tzu's back has stopped for a while, and today is just the right time to try the firepower!"

"It's time, we've been looking for too long, we can't wait any longer!"

Hearing this, the cold sweat on my back was already coming out, this was the fucking recording of my father and beard and glasses 30 years ago, and judging from the echo of their voices, it should be in this stone room!

But how could there be an "ancient" character engraved on this voice recorder? This recorder shouldn't be the old captain's, isn't this recording the original, just a copy of the old captain?

The recorder continued to play, and at this moment there was a brief pause in the conversation between the three of them, and only a slight "bump" sound could be heard, and the bearded man should be starting to try to pry open the sarcophagus at this moment.

After a while, I heard another sentence:

"Holy shit, pry off, come again!"

Then, with a muffled "boom", the voice in the recorder turned into a noisy noise again!

What's the situation? The voice recorder malfunctioned at that moment? When the fuck is at a critical moment, why is there no sound! Could it be something...... Interfered with the recording of sound?

According to the course of events, at this moment the father and the bearded man should be facing the sarcophagus with their guns in their hands, and they are about to discover that it is an empty coffin.

Then it should have been a scream of his eyes, and he saw the shadow of his father hanging himself on the stone wall!

Then they'll see the dark shadow standing on the sarcophagus!

Thinking of this, I unconsciously glanced at the sarcophagus in front of me, and wondered if there would be a black shadow suddenly emerging from it at this moment.

I just glanced at the direction of the sarcophagus, and I didn't dare to stare at the sarcophagus for a long time, because I knew that there is a terrible thing called the subconscious, which means that when you are afraid that something terrible will appear in a place, if you keep staring at it, there may really be something exactly the same as what you imagined in your mind, and that is actually your own fantasy of the subconscious.

I was afraid that my subconscious mind would also create a black shadow at the mouth of the sarcophagus, so I only dared to glance at it!

In order to alleviate the panic in my heart, I had to try not to think about the dark shadow, and continued to think about what happened next on the other side of the recorder based on my mother's statement back then.

When the father and the bearded man saw the black shadow, they should have fled immediately from the stone chamber and fled all the way to the ground, and the glasses should have died in the stone chamber eventually.

……

I waited for a long time, but there was no sound of speech in the recorder, it was always a chaotic noise, and the content of the recording stopped at the moment when the bearded man first opened the coffin! At that moment, something unusual must have happened!

……

Seeing that there was no meaningful sound coming out of the recorder, I casually fast-forwarded for an hour...... Two hours...... Five hours...... Eight hours.

As I fast-forward to almost ten hours, the noise in the recorder finally stopped again, and then I heard another conversation:

"Oops, the glasses are still in there and haven't come out, but now it's dead!"

"It's just that he is to blame, so that if he doesn't come, he has to follow!"

"How...... How is ...... Be...... You! ”

After a terrible scream, the voice recorder stopped playing!

After listening to the whole recording, I already got goosebumps all over my body, what did the last scream in the recorder portend, is my father alive or dead so far?

……

Looking at the voice recorder in my hand, my mind couldn't calm down for a long time, what the hell is going on!

Just as my thoughts were confused, suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a muffled sound of "boom", which suddenly pulled my thoughts back to reality, and I realized that there was no other thing or living creature in the stone room at this moment except me! And at this moment, I heard a sound of unknown origin, and it was absolutely ...... Everything points to disaster!

I immediately pulled out my long sword and crossed it in front of me, fortunately in my left hand, I didn't draw the pistol in my waist, and took out a grenade directly from my backpack and held it in my hand.

I set up a position, and looked around the stone chamber, my eyes involuntarily fell on the sarcophagus, I stared at the sarcophagus for a while, suddenly, another muffled sound came from a distance, this time I heard the direction, it really came from the sarcophagus, and then there was another sound, only to see the lid of the sarcophagus actually go up...... I gave it a thumb!

Immediately, my heart rose to my throat, and my intuition felt that my heart was beating wildly and my legs began to tremble, although I had just prepared for the worst, but at this moment, the fear could not be described in words!

With another muffled sound, the lid of the sarcophagus was pushed up again by something inside, only to see that the coffin lid had been staggered with the coffin mouth, and suddenly, a withered hand ...... Stretched out!

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