Turning on your own? I couldn't think of what it should look like, and I was so angry that I wanted to go over and see it at once, and immediately shouted, "Find a way to let me in." ”

"Wait, I think that's a bit right." He suddenly screamed. All of a sudden, the voice fell silent.

"What the hell is going on, don't sell it." I scolded.

Xiaohua didn't speak this time, and my cry hovered in the stone cave.

If it weren't for the terrible situation in front of me, I would have run over desperately, and this kind of artificial betrayal made me even more uncomfortable than before. I waited a few times and screamed again, but Xiaohua still didn't answer me, only heard the sound of metal knocking from inside.

I couldn't help but want to curse, but I thought that it was the legendary hair that was small and not too familiar, and it was not easy to go crazy directly, so I hammered the stone on one side with a hammer to show my impatience, and continued to scream.

After a few screams, the sound of striking metal inside was getting louder and louder, and it was almost destroying something.

"What are you doing?" I got nervous.

Still didn't answer, all I answered was a sharp "dangdang" sound, as if he was hitting the "iron plate" with some force, and the sound echoed in the cave, these voices were not loud but particularly tingling nerves, which made people irritated.

I suddenly realized that something was wrong, there was no reason for him not to answer me, they were all adults, and they would not play a child's temper and knock on that iron plate on such an occasion, could he suddenly not speak, and use this to call for help? In the minute or two just now, quietly, could something have happened on his side?

But the iron plate was struck very hard, and by listening to the buzzing of the sound, you could tell that it was smashing with all your strength, messy but not urgent, not like a call for help. It sounded like it was trying to smash that thing off.

I finally screamed hard, but there was still no response. Immediately turned around and crawled towards the entrance of the cave, picking up the walkie-talkie as he went. Call the guys below. Those guys are asleep, dazed, I told the situation, then the Sichuan buddies said to come up immediately, put down the walkie-talkie and realized that something was wrong, it took more than four hours to climb up, if there was really something, more than a dozen times were dead. It would have taken me at least two hours to fetch him up, and that's not how it works.

So I crawled back in, and the noise inside distracted me, and I continued to yell, and in this megaphone-like environment, my voice was so loud that it was impossible for him not to hear it. But he just didn't answer, I was so anxious that I thought of the third uncle's reconciliation.

No way! I thought to myself that I would not repeat their mistakes, which is really tragic. It's all about dog days.

I thought about how I would face the people of the Xie family if Xiaohua hung up or had an accident, and whether our Wu family would be given a nickname like "Xie Family Harvester".

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I looked at the hair on those weird jars in front of me. My mind was so confused that I couldn't even think. At that moment, I suddenly saw the pits in one wall that had been excavated to store ancient books.

I looked around at my gloves and my hiking boots, and I thought of a way to get through, but my gut told me that it was definitely a bad idea, and it was probably going to put me in it.

The screeching sound disrupted my judgment. That instinct immediately drowned out into boundless anxiety, and I took a few deep breaths. As hard as he could, he carefully stepped out of the hole in the pile of stones.

Step on it. The feeling of the broken shells of the corpse turtle shattering under my feet made me take a breath of cold air, and the small balls full of hair in front of me seemed to sense my entry, and under the light of the flashlight, they suddenly looked even more demonic.

My method was actually very ugly, the walls of the cave were full of hollows with ancient books, and I didn't want to touch those disgusting balls of hair underneath, so I had to pick up on the walls of the cave and step on those hollows to move forward.

It doesn't seem to be difficult, but the problem is that I have no way out, I can't stop halfway up, in such a cramped environment, bending over the cave wall, relying on the strength of my fingers to grasp those depressions to fix my body, is a great test of physical strength. If the cave is high enough for me to stand up straight, it will be much easier.

The cacophony of metal knocking was devastating, and I went up and tried it first, and found it not as difficult as I thought, especially when I grabbed it reflexively, as if Jesus Christ with appendicitis was nailed to the wall, but I was careful to keep my balance, which meant that I had a chance to take a short break.

So he took a deep breath and went up to the wall, first relying on the first breath not to give himself a chance to retreat, and climbed into it for more than ten meters at once. The speed turned out to be quite fast, but I don't know if the action is gorgeous.

After more than ten meters, his fingers were immediately exhausted, and he had to take a break to continue moving forward, and when the flashlight bit into his mouth, he saw the hairy things under him.

It's a lot closer, it's a little ball, the inside part seems to be bigger than the outside part, and I've been trying to convince myself that the hairs on it are a new variety of mushrooms, but at this distance, it looks like it's really hair, and it's very straight and shiny.

What grows this? I find it disgusting and terrifying, and if you see so much hair in such a patch anywhere in the wild, I'm afraid you don't even have the courage to go and see it. Besides, I have deeper nightmares than anyone else about hair.

Disgusted, I felt a very anxious urge to go and pull away the hair to see what the head-like thing was underneath. At this distance, I can pick up as long as I put my hand down.

I couldn't stand it anymore, so I inhaled and reflexively continued to move forward, and I was deflated, and I couldn't get enough of it below, so I had to move forward little by little. Half a foot under the feet is those hair with unknown functions, and you have to use your fingers to move forward a little, and some of the depressions of the cliff wall are too small to step on, and the foot can only step into one toe tip, and soon there are some signs of cramps.

Thankfully, my mental tension was so high that I was almost excluded by the harsh metallic sounds, and all my attention was on my fingers.

I don't know how long I've moved, but I can't see where I came when I turned around, and the flashlight can't shine, and it's estimated that it's halfway through it, and the knocking sound still exists.

I relaxed a little, and said in my heart that his danger should not be very fatal, I was sweating all over, and I wanted to find a place to rest again, and when the flashlight turned, I suddenly felt that something was wrong.

I looked around with the flashlight I was holding countless times, and every time I saw it was hair and the dark walls of the cave on both sides, but this time, for a moment, something blocked the light of my flashlight.

I turned back, and suddenly I saw that in the darkness more than ten meters away from me, in the original darkness, something different from the previous place appeared.

It was more than a man tall, but it was definitely not human, and I couldn't understand what I was seeing, and if I had to say, all I could say was that I saw a huge clump of hair, standing there.

At first, I thought it was a forbidden woman, but I immediately knew it couldn't be because I didn't smell the scent. But there must be something in this "hair". Because of the way the whole clump of hair stood there, it felt like there was a living thing inside.

But the thing didn't move, it just stood there, and the hair gave off a very eerie sheen under the flashlight, and it made people tremble at the sight. (To be continued)