There are many tea farmers near Wuyi Mountain, and we stayed at an aunt's house.

I share a room with the fat man, and Miss Ji is alone. The fat man began to go crazy when he saw the bed, and he was very disgusting with picking his feet and rubbing mud, and he really couldn't imagine how Miss Ji accepted his sloppiness as his master.

After the fat man washed his feet, he lay on the bed, looking at something, I leaned my head over to see that it was a picture of a beautiful girl. This guy is thinking about his girlfriend again.

At this time, I found that Miss Ji's luggage had fallen on me, so I thought about sending it to her.

When I came to Miss Ji's door, I suddenly became nervous inexplicably, I had imagined countless ways to talk to girls, but my mind was blank at this moment. After struggling for a while, there was finally a knock on the door.

Knock knock!

I waited anxiously, and lived like a year.

Nearly thirty seconds passed, and no one opened the door, so I thought that I was probably asleep, and was about to leave, when I suddenly found that the door was not safe, and a bold impulse rushed into my mind, like courage after drinking strong wine, and I don't know where I got the courage, and gently pushed the door open.

The room was very quiet, there was no one, Miss Ji should be asleep, and I planned to leave after putting my luggage.

Just then, I suddenly heard a commotion, like something was hitting the floor. My curiosity came up and I tiptoed over.

Soon, a light appeared in front of my eyes, a little dazzling, and when the halo around my eyes faded, I saw a bright rose as bright as blood, blooming on a graceful figure, naked, with her back to me, standing in the shower room, the spray head above her head spraying water.

I froze, my head blank.

Miss Ji turned around, and her carcass was unreservedly displayed in front of me.

Then, Miss Ji quickly covered her breasts with one hand, and pointed the pistol she didn't know from there with the other hand.

"Listen to me." I blushed and shook my hands in a hurry.

Miss Ji's face was as cold as ice.

"Your luggage is left with me, I won't send it to you."

I put down what I was holding and spread my hands, indicating that I hadn't done anything.

"Get out." She coldly spat out these two glances.

I hurriedly rushed out of the house as fast as I could, my face burning as if it had been burned, damn it, this is really a shame to throw home!

I rushed into my room and covered myself with a quilt, desperate to find a crack to get into.

I still have the appearance of Miss Ji in my mind, and the poignant roses behind her. I couldn't help but slap myself in the face, calling myself a well-dressed beast.

I spent the whole night in this state of uneasiness and shame.

At dawn, Miss Ji had already come to our room early, she was wearing a white shirt, denim shorts, and untied hair, looking like she had just woken up.

I didn't dare to look at her directly, it was embarrassing.

Miss Ji didn't look at me either, she just said, "Pack your things and get ready to go."

Along the way, she and I didn't speak, and the fat man didn't know what was going on, so he kept talking there and acting in a one-man show.

When we arrived at the foot of Jiuqu Creek, we rented a bamboo raft and rowed in the direction of the hole.

This is the first time I have made bamboo rafts, and the whole process is relatively stable, and the water from the lake that flows up from the cracks in the bamboo from time to time makes me feel a little cool.

The bamboo raft soon leaned against the cliff where the hanging coffin was parked. The entrance to the cave was about ten meters away from us, and the cliff wall was almost vertical, and it was impossible to climb it with bare hands.

The fat man took out a bundle of rope from his backpack, and one end of the rope was tied to a steel object that looked like iron claws. This is called the flying tiger claw, made of stainless steel, the front is like a tiger claw, the joints can be loose or tight, and the back is a long rope, which can grasp things from a distance.

The fat man took the lead and wrapped it three times around the rock pillar on the cliff face, his claws clasping tightly around the rock. The fat man dragged the steel rope of the flying tiger's claw and stepped on the protruding rocks of the cliff wall to climb up.

Soon, without much effort, the fat man climbed into the cave. He leaned down and shouted at me, "It's your turn!"

Honestly, I haven't used this thing much, and I stepped on it several times in the process of going up, and almost fell off.

Then, I also reached the cave.

Miss Ji looked up at the two of us, held the rope, and jumped on a stepping stone with an arrow step, and then jumped again, and then jumped on a stepping stone, and the whole process was as light as a swallow.

Just as she was about to reach the cave, the rock she had grabbed with her claws suddenly snapped off!

Seeing that Miss Ji was about to fall, I immediately leaned down, and a fierce man grabbed her hand, but the ground I stepped on was relatively smooth, and coupled with Miss Ji's weight, I also began to slide down continuously.

"Bustard!" I let out a loud shout.

The fat man also immediately reacted from the confusion and hurriedly grabbed my feet to prevent me from falling.

I looked at Miss Ji's face, and she seemed to look at me a little differently, but now was not the time to take care of this, so I shouted at her, "Hold on!"

Then the fat man and I tried our best to pull up, and luckily, Miss Ji and I reached the cliff safely.

The fat man and I sat on the ground gasping for breath with a stunned look on our faces. Miss Ji had a calm face, and after a few seconds, she came to my side and said in a low voice:

"Thank you."

I smiled and touched my head, still not daring to look her in the eye.

Led by the fat man, Miss Ji and I followed, the air in the cave was very thin, which made it difficult for us to breathe. I'm starting to notice that the path to the end of the cave is sloping downward, which means we're constantly moving underground. After walking for about ten minutes, it stands to reason that it should be the end, but there is nothing in front of me except endless darkness.

The fat man wondered: "According to the height of the cave from Jiuqu Creek, it is only ten meters high, and we have been going down for so long, at least forty or fifty meters." Why is there no end to it? ”

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Probably this cave leads to the bottom of Jiuqu Creek, which is an underground labyrinth."

As soon as we finished speaking, four or five forks in the road appeared in front of us, and for a while, we didn't know which one to take.

I was in a hurry, I forgot to bring the compass, and the mantra of dividing gold and fixing points was useless.