The chasm was just a narrow entrance, and the further I went, the more wide it became, and I could stride forward with my body upright. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

There are no obstacles ahead, just to try your skills.

I am very powerful, and I can do anything if I want to.

I want to laugh when I think about it, but it really dares to say, why don't you say that I can go to heaven? As long as I want to, can I really take a step out of the way?

As soon as I had this thought, I felt the wind in my ears, and the clearly discernible rocks on both sides instantly blurred.

Before his brain could come back to his senses, he "snapped" and hit something. "Ouch hey!" I couldn't help but scream.

Somehow I was lying on a stone wall, and my ribs hurt. The whole person is like a painting pasted on the wall, and a piece is embedded in it.

As soon as I moved, my whole body slowly slid off the top like a painting that had been unglued.

Thanks to those two guys weren't there, otherwise, I'd have to find a crack in the ground to get into, it's a shame.

I was lying on the ground, and I didn't relax for a long time, what is the situation? I'm a little blindsided.

After lying on his stomach for a while, he slowly raised his hand to touch his face, but fortunately, his nose didn't pat in, and his mouth was fine. I rolled over and tried to sit up, but I was still able to do it, my arms and legs still at my fingertips.

At this time, I realized that the original crack had turned to the left, and I had teleported here from the previous position, and I did not brake the gate before slapping on the stone wall.

At this time, a human-shaped dent was left on the stone wall, as if a seal had been stamped on it, summoning the latecomers, grandpa, and I "came here for a visit".

I was so amused by my own brain that I leaned back and lay on the ground, the joy in my heart bubbling outward, and I couldn't hold back.

So he spread his hands and feet flat, and lay there in a big zigzag and grinned silently.

Hey, I knew how good it would be to be able to teleport so far at a time, and go straight to that tree, maybe now it's all down to the root.

I thought about it for a while, and finally I was able to close my mouth, so I got up, puffed the sticky dirt on my body, and walked to the left along the passage.

It didn't go far before a fork in the road appeared. One up, one down. I estimate that most of the upward roads lead to the outside, and it is difficult to say where the downward roads lead.

In order to test my idea, I decided to start by looking for an upward channel with relatively little uncertainty.

With an understanding of your body, it is more convenient to act. And this time I was mentally prepared, so although the speed of travel was fast, I didn't make the mistake of last time, crashing east and west.

Fortunately, the road went smoothly, and I didn't encounter any forks in the road, and the passage began to feel the flow of air, accompanied by the rumbling sound of water, and a large amount of water vapor rushed to my face.

I'm so happy that I'm about to get to the exit. Sure enough, I didn't go far before I saw a glimmer of light.

When I walked over, it turned out that a waterfall was rushing down from the top of the cave entrance, just to cover the cave entrance.

If you look closely at the mountain, you will find that this is a waterfall in the back mountain, which converges into a stream at the foot of the mountain. I used to pass by here when I was running the mountain, but I never thought that this waterfall would be like this.

I turned back to the fork in the road and walked down the road. I didn't take a few steps to find that this hole is not natural, it is completely artificially dug!

Who would spend so much effort digging a passage in this mountain, and how much manpower and material resources would it take?!

I've lived here for more than 13 years, so I've never heard a single story about it? How many years has this passage existed?

As the old saying goes, "When something goes wrong, there must be a demon", I didn't dare to slack off and raised my vigilance.

Soon I noticed something strange, and some bronze masks began to appear on the stone walls on both sides of the passage.

These masks vary in size and shape, but they are all extremely strange and exaggerated.

Some ears are like large wings, stretched out diagonally backwards; Some eyes are triangular and protruding outwards in the middle, like a toad; Some have large, hook-shaped noses; Some of them have round eyes and a few curved shapes on their heads that roll upwards, and I don't know if this represents a hat or hair......

The only thing they have in common is that they all have a large, wide mouth, like a frog's mouth.

Oh my God, what does this look like? Is it a bunch of freaks partying here?

But these ones are all tall and broad-nosed, and they don't seem to be from the Central Plains, how do they look like the legendary people from the Western Regions, and the corners of their slightly curved mouths seem to reveal an indescribable weirdness.

In this corridor, although I can see everything around me clearly with my eyes, I can clearly feel that it is pitch black at this time.

And those well-made, lifelike masks hanging on the stone walls are like human heads hanging there, making people feel cold and swishing hair, like 10,000 eyes staring at you, making you shudder.

Fortunately, I am not an ordinary person, otherwise, wouldn't I have collapsed immediately in this chilling environment?

I have read in ancient books that there were bronze masks as early as the Shang and Zhou dynasties. At that time, witchcraft was prevalent, believing that a person's soul could attach to it, and if he wore it, he could be psychic; People also wear it to dance in some rituals to ward off demons and plagues.

In this way, the age of these bronze masks is not short, how can it be more than a thousand years.

But these masks in front of me obviously don't stick to psychic and nu dances, so what is the use of hanging here? It's not like someone is bored and scary here, right? Then the scary cost is too great, dig the mountain and open the way!

I walked down the stairs all the way down, and before I reached the end of more than half an hour, I realized that something was wrong.

With my foot strength walking for so long, it stands to reason that I can go back and forth around the mountain more than a dozen times, how deep does this road have to be, enough for me to walk for so long? It can't be a moral, right?

I stopped to take a closer look, and saw that the masks weren't hung randomly, but one at regular intervals.

That is to say, I was already in the way of the masks when I observed them, and unconsciously used them as signposts, involuntarily following the direction they indicated.

And their placement gives the illusion that they are always going down, thus ignoring the real way.

So, I've actually been going around in circles. No wonder I always see the repeated masks and think they are like that!