My physical fitness is the worst among the people here, I shouldn't have moved even if I was killed, the third uncle knew this, but he still let me go down, obviously it wouldn't be for me to do manual work, I think there must be a reason for him. But smelling the well, I really didn't want to go down.

But this was impossible, everyone looked at me, on the one hand very curious about the situation below, on the other hand, the dark glasses had no room to say anything, I could not refuse, so I had to be protected by the black glasses, and descended down the crack.

Probably the psychological factors strengthened my illusion, after going down to the bottom, I immediately smelled a strong smell of urine, so thick that I couldn't breathe, and this channel was not as easy to walk as I thought, the angle was very large, watching the third uncle descend so smoothly It turned out that he used his dead strength, and slid a little, and immediately a large amount of mud and moss mixed with this urine stuck to my body. I couldn't help frowning.

The black glasses above me smiled and said, "Sorry, buddy, but urine is good for the skin." ”

"Damn, good thing you didn't let them shit here." I scolded.

He laughed, and the people above heard it, thinking that something was wrong, and the rope stopped for a moment, and he immediately signaled upwards for them to continue releasing the rope.

It was soon pitch black, and it was so cramped that I couldn't even lift my head, so I couldn't see anything but the flashlight of my black glasses. The good thing is that it is going down, and if you climb up, it is more tiring.

I looked at him still wearing dark glasses, and I couldn't help but ask him, "Can you see it with that thing on?" ”

He smiled at me, "Deby can see clearly without it." ”

I don't know what he meant, but he didn't want to explain, so he didn't ask anything.

All the way down, soon to the mouth of the sand crack I saw above, I immediately found that there was a hole in it, inside is a gap that can only be crossed by a person's chest and back, but as soon as I enter, I can find that although the gap is very narrow, but it is extremely deep, and there are developments up and down the front, it looks like a huge mountain has been split in half, and I climbed into the knife crack.

And what surprised me was that the walls of the crevices were all like Buddhist shrine-like pits on the grottoes, that is, the cracks and walls of the whole piece of sand were smashed into depressions, and each depression was a dry mud cocoon, which was glued to the depression with mud, and the roots around it were left together. The mud was cracked, like dry soap.

Look up, down, left and right, this kind of depression is everywhere, and when it shines away, there is a flashlight in the depths of the gap.

We squeezed into the crevice, I touched the sand inside, and found that it was as hard as stones, these should be the soil deposited by the sand, very cháo wet, rich in water, and then squeezed in, and then I went down to the edge of a mud cocoon, and I wanted to touch it, but the black glasses drank me, and didn't let me touch it, saying, "Be careful, don't touch this mud cocoon." "What's inside these cocoons?" I asked.

"Dead people." He took a picture of one of them, a cracked mud cocoon. Inside, the skeleton of Bai Sè was exposed, "Buried with bent limbs, this is probably the most primitive well built by the ancestors at that time, there are no stones, only some cracks in the mountain that are flattened by mud, and later used as a tomb." ”

"Tombs? This kind of place? I wondered.

"Building this kind of project will definitely kill a lot of people, these may be slaves captured by other countries, dead here, it is impossible to transport them out and bury them, just bury them on the spot, there are many on the side of the Great Wall." The dark glasses said, "Here we are." ”

I looked down, this gap was far from the end, but on the stone wall on one side of the gap, the boulder continued to crack out a gap, and there was a flashlight flashing, obviously the third uncle was inside.

The black glasses signaled upward, the rope stopped, and we climbed down cautiously, and the third uncle reached out and pulled me in.

This gap is very narrow, and the worst thing is that it is very short, only about half a person tall, and I only have a hairy waist to enter. His feet hurt terribly, and as soon as he entered, he sat down on the ground. Then the dark glasses came in with their waists furious.

When I looked around, I noticed that on both sides of the cracks, there were tiny tree roots and mud cocoons wrapped in dry mud, which were arranged on both sides in the depression, and the sound of water flowing under the ruins could be heard. Looking further in, I saw that the crack was cracked in another stone shaft. Apparently the earthquake had cracked the sand layer, and the cracks connected the two shafts, which were very deep apart, and we took a shortcut.

The inside of the shaft was a mess, and it was also cracked everywhere, and it was clear that countless of these cracks were formed when the ruins collapsed.

I asked the third uncle, "Why did you let me come down?" ”

"I'll show you something." He said, motioning for me to come with him, and we squatted a few times in the low crevice, and he pointed to the sand wall behind the roots of the tree on one side.

I couldn't see what was there at first, because it was all tree roots stuck to the sandy wall, but when I looked closer, I saw that someone had carved a line of words on it, as if it were a few English letters, I was shocked, and grabbed the third uncle's hand to let him shine on time, carefully identify, and said "oops".

The third uncle said: "Look at it, is this the same as what you saw in Changbai Mountain, the mark left by the little brother?" ”

I nodded hurriedly, this is the mark engraved by the stuffy oil bottle in Changbai Mountain, and I scolded in my heart, did the fucking stuffy oil bottle just come here?

"How did you find out?" I asked the third uncle.

He wiped the mud from his face and said, "Don't worry about this, can you be sure that this is the handwriting of the little brother, not a similar mark carved by someone else?" ”

I didn't understand what he meant, nodded to show certainty, and he immediately beckoned to the black glasses: "Blind, tell the people above to give Lao Tzu all down." We've found the entrance. ”

The black glasses answered, retreated, and signaled above.

I asked the third uncle what was going on, and the third uncle said, "You take a closer look at this mark, and feel that it is different from the one carved on Changbai Mountain?" ”

"Different?" I couldn't understand what the third uncle meant for a while, so I looked closer, and suddenly found that this mark was gray.

The mark is engraved on the sand, this kind of sand is not suitable for carving anything, because although it is hard but very brittle, the force is small, can not carve the trace, the force is large, maybe the sand is cracked, this mark is a bit complicated, obviously carved very carefully, and this gray sè Yan sè, is the trace of oxidation of the sand over the years, the ash tone in the mark is almost the same as the surrounding sand, which means that this mark is obviously engraved here for a little years.

"That's not right." I wondered, "Is this an old mark?" You'll let me see again—"

The third uncle said: "Don't look at it, since the handwriting is, then it's right, this is what he carved, but it wasn't carved in the past few days, but the last time he came here." ”