"What is it?" I asked.

"I don't know, it's on the edge of the pit." The fat man looked at me, and suddenly said to me: "The thief is not empty, there may be good things, I have to go down and take a look, you wait for me for a few minutes." ”

I was so angry, but now I was alone, and he didn't listen to me, so he asked me to hold the stuffy oil bottle and rummage through the water by myself. I had no choice but to ask him to hurry.

But this is not easy, most of the tiles are buried under the fragments, rummaging in the pottery, but not like in the sea, the sand is still relatively soft, the pottery pieces here are sharp on the one hand, on the other hand, they are at the mouth of the pit, and the pottery pieces will slide down into the pit as soon as they move, and it is not easy for people to maintain balance. The surface is fine, dig out a few pieces, and then dig deeper, it is very difficult, sometimes I see a piece of pottery I want to open but I can't get it, as if it grows inside.

After digging a few times, the fat man seemed to have found the target, and after surfacing for ventilation, he dived down again, and inserted his hand into the excavated pottery pit, and broke it out, not twice, and suddenly the fat man trembled, and suddenly he shrank his hand back, and the blood flowed from his hands.

"Oops!" I secretly screamed that it was not good, and my heart said that it should not have been bitten by the turtle king. But I saw that the fat man showed no signs of poisoning, but the wound seemed to be quite deep. He took a breath through his mouth, then broke it with another hand, pulled the bone out, and floated up.

"What's going on?" I asked on the side.

"Damn, there seems to be a thorn in this bone, it hurts me to death." The fat man sucked his fingers as he shook off the skull and beckoned me to shine the lamp.

I muttered, "Look, you are guilty of your own crimes." "I walked over to light him, and as soon as I walked over to him, I suddenly heard a series of dull "grunts" from under me, followed by a series of blisters.

The fat man and I were both stunned for a moment, and the bubble stopped for a moment, and then "gurgling" up in a series of waves.

"Damn, it's really unconvincing, you fart caught up with the rocket artillery, or bursting, this movement is too big." The fat man covered his nose and said.

I was also puzzled and looked around: "Damn, I didn't fart." ”

"Why do you stink when you don't fart? What does this smell like, the poop has been smoked to death by you. The fat man frowned.

There was indeed a smell around me, I smelled it but I was shocked, this was indeed not the smell of fart, although I couldn't remember what it smelled for a while, but I subconsciously felt bad, as if something was going to happen. I was just about to say to walk quickly, but suddenly I lost my balance, and the water exploded, as if I had stepped on the air, and the whole person sank into the water.

It was so sudden, almost instantaneous, that my feet were empty, and my reaction was that I slipped and immediately kicked my legs to regain my footing, but then the whole water bubbled, and the pottery shards under my feet moved, and they slid straight to one place, and I couldn't stand at all.

I was so frightened that I immediately realized something, and quickly retracted my legs and rolled over and dived underwater, and the fat man also dived, and we plunged into the water.

When I swept the miner's lamp, I saw that the bottom of the water under my feet had collapsed, and a large pit had collapsed under the water, which was connected with the pit on the side to become a very large deep hole, and all the pottery skulls around me had slid to the bottom of the pit. When he looked back, he saw that the stuffy oil bottle was pulled into the bottom of the pit along the collapse, and his feet were wrapped tightly in the pottery shards and could not be pulled out, as if something was grabbing his feet and dragging him down, trying to drag him into the bottom of the pit.

I didn't care about the stuffy oil bottle just now, in fact, he had been taking care of us all along, and we were not used to taking care of him, seeing that his leg was sunk in splinters, and it had been wrapped around his thigh, which was obviously wrapped in the moment he collapsed just now. He didn't put up any resistance, and let himself sink along the tiles.

Seeing that he was about to be wrapped in the pit, the fat man and I hurried over to help, and one of us grabbed one of his hands and pulled it up. The fat man couldn't use his strength with one hand, bit the miner's lamp with both hands, and the two of them kicked the water hard and pulled him out.

This kind of thing is dead if he is alone, and if there are two or three people, it is not a big accident. The stuffy oil bottle was lifted and coughed began.

The fat man said: "I said that your fart is amazing, it has broken the bottom of the water, remember to say hello before farting in the future, so as not to accidentally hurt others." ”

I gasped and scolded: "At this time, you are still squeezing me, and I will fight with you later." ”

"Look at you, you don't accept teachings with an open mind at all!" The fat man took the miner's lamp to shine under the water, and the collapse below slowly expanded, but some stopped, and soon a hole about half the size of a basketball court appeared in front of us, swarthy, like a big mouth, to swallow us. From time to time, bubbles bubbled up from below, and a foul smell filled the air.

I remembered that it was the smell of methane, and this hole must have existed in the first place, maybe there were wooden beams and other ground things added to it before, and after decaying, it still maintained a fragile balance, and when there was no external force, this balance could last for thousands of years, but once there was any damage, the wooden beams collapsed. The collapsed pit may have been caused by a broken wooden beam, and the fat man dug for the tiles at the edges, causing a chain reaction.

"Damn," said the fat man, "it seems to be all empty down here?" ”

It shouldn't be deep underneath, but the water just stirred and dirty, and I couldn't see the bottom, so I said, "This may be a mezzanine layer to prevent ghost head jars from being built before." Seeing him walk to the edge again, he said, "Be careful, I stepped on it just now, and it collapsed, and it suddenly collapsed, damn maybe this place is all empty, and now it's collapsed, wait don't have another chain reaction, form a whirlpool, and we're all finished." ”

"As long as you don't fart, you'll be fine." The fat man said, "Hey, what is this?" ”

I followed his flashlight and saw something floating up in the pit.

"Stay away." The fat man reminded me, and I pulled the stuffy oil bottle and stepped back a little distance, and the fat man focused the miner's lamp on the thing.

The things came up quickly, and soon came out of the hole, and by this time we could see very clearly that they were all rotten wood and branches, and in the middle there was a lot of garbage like cotton wool that could not be distinguished, which must have been the sediment pressed into the mud below, stirred up by the falling pottery shards, and with it a large amount of dirty water. For a while, the visibility near the entrance to the cave became worse and worse.

The fat man scooped up a few, all of which were branches wrapped around the garbage, and got the stinky mud in his hand, he threw it away from afar, and said, "Damn, I have turned out the old mud bottom of this mud bubble, and it stinks to death, I damn it!" This can't be the old manure pit, right? ”

I said, "Your family only uses such a big dung pit, here, and if you slip your feet, you may die directly, if you can pull it out?" ”

The fat man is too good at pulling, if this is a dung pit, the is more nervous than bungee jumping, I don't think the elephant dares to use it, the ancestors of the West Queen Mother Country will never torture themselves like this, right?

"Maybe it's because the queen wants to cultivate the idea that their people are prepared for danger in peace, so that they can maintain a very jǐng sense when they." The fat man is serious.

I urged, "Hurry up, it's too dangerous here!" We covered our noses and were about to leave, when the fat man fished something out of the water, but it wasn't a branch, and he said, "Huh", and held it up: "Fuck, what do you think this is?" ”