This place is old, and it's not surprising that anything strange is born. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info I suddenly became vigilant, is there still a thousand-year-old rice dumpling here? It would be funny if there were, now I don't have any weapons around me, except a torch made of corpse oil, but I'm afraid this thing is not very powerful against zongzi. Just when I was distracted, at this time, the black shadow came out again, my pupils contracted, it was obviously the shadow of a child, could it be that the child I bumped into was cheated on the corpse? I watched as the shadows slowly faded away, and it was pitch black in the distance. I picked up the torch and walked forward boldly, no one knew what the road ahead was, but I had to move forward, I had no choice, because I had to escape. The only thing I didn't notice was that the torch in my hand had slowly turned green as I walked forward.

I picked up the torch and slowly groped my way forward, surrounded by torture instruments, and the silence around me was suffocating. I cautiously walked forward with my torch and into the darkness. I felt like there was an endless tunnel ahead of me. The perception of my body let me know that the temperature around me was dropping little by little. After walking for about ten minutes, I still didn't see the end of the road, which made me wonder if I had encountered a ghost hitting the wall and was trapped in this ghost place. But I quickly denied it, because the temperature was almost freezing. After a little further walking, I finally came to a corner, which proved that there was still a road ahead. I marked this corner to prevent what the problem was if I walked back in. I continued to walk after making the mark, and to my surprise, the temperature was gradually rising, and it was amazing that I was walking back now. Finally I came to the next corner, and I hurried over to look around, but there were no markings around, which made me feel strange, and the scenery around me was no different from the one I had returned. I pulled myself together and kept walking, with the feeling that I was almost there. I walked cautiously, the temperature was slowly lowering, I felt that my body was about to be unable to support it, but the belief in life made me have to go on. Soon, I was around the next corner, and when I saw the mark I made, I was going to blow up, what the hell was this. I saw the marks I made with my own hands. I began to feel fear, I was wandering alone in the darkness of the earth, no one could hear my voice, no one could hear the slightest sound from the outside world, I began to despair, no one could know if I would die here. The silence around me made me very irritable, and the calmness of my brain made me close my eyes, because I had to find my way out, and I felt like the road was ahead, but I just couldn't get out.

Slowly I stopped being irritable, and I stopped, even though the air was unacceptably cold. I crouched down against the wall, this was to conserve more calories and energy. I felt like my brain was racing, but I just couldn't think of a way. I began to look around me, so anxious to find my way out, that I didn't have time to see everything around me. After looking around, I didn't find anything, but found that my head was even more dizzy. I thought I'd find a trap, but after a long round of fumbling around, there was no hope at all.

By this time, I had no hope of getting out. My mind slowly recalls the past things, and all the things that come to my mind for a while, but most of them are my upbringing, and the totems that my grandfather showed me when I was a child. At that time, he also told me that the essence of things is not important, the key lies in the meaning of the appearance of things, and the appearance of all things is not accidental. I think this sentence may make me remember the totem! It doesn't mean anything to me now, and maybe I won't live to that time. Slowly I fell asleep, I felt like I was on the verge of death, and my brain began to fall silent. I don't know how long I slept, but suddenly, the inside of my head exploded, like a dead man suddenly returning to the light. I began to think about that sentence, and it seemed that there was something else, that the meaning of something was the meaning of its appearance. I quickly got up and looked at everything around me, and finally, I fixed my eyes on the stone, which I would not have noticed if I hadn't looked closely, that there were lilac lines on it. I used to see in an ancient book, there is a kind of stone is poisonous, can make people hallucinate, this kind of stone is produced in the mountains of Yunnan, some hunters will get lost from time to time when they go out hunting, but as long as you cover your nose and close your eyes, you can go out, I think it is probably to shield the feeling of the five senses, the stone can not be confused.

I gradually found a way out, so I closed my eyes and walked out with my nose covered. I don't know how many times I hit the wall during this period, but after walking for about ten minutes, I felt that the space in front of me was much larger, so I opened my eyes, and I saw a group of people. That's right, a group of living people, because dead people don't move.