Through the hazy mist, we saw a temple that is difficult to describe in words, floating in the air, from which it is more than 100 meters high, that is, more than 30 stories high. The www.biquge.info temple is the image of a huge skull, and what is even more peculiar is that the only eye socket basically occupies half of the head, compressing the nostrils and mouth at the base of the skull.

A two-meter-wide chain bridge runs from here to the base of the Skull Temple, from where it is connected only to a tooth in its mouth.

After being shocked, I said to Qi Xue: "This skull temple should be the eye of the earth."

Qi Xue asked me suspiciously, "Why do you think so?"

"Look." I pointed to the Skull Temple and said, "One eye of the Skull Temple, which basically occupies half of the entire head, is extremely prominent, and what stands out is often what they want to express. This is like the mythical and legendary Erlang God, his third eye, without the third eye, he is not the Erlang God. Moreover, before this, the one-eyed stone statue at the entrance, and the temple in the dream realm, all had only one eye. That's why I said that the Eye of the Earth is the Skull Temple, and the crystal skull that Pan Guizi said should be inside. ”

There is no doubt that this huge temple of skeletons is the ultimate secret of the independent space and the final ending of the Eye of the Earth.

To cut a long story short, we walked all the way along the chain bridge to the entrance to the Skull Temple's mouth, which was just a tiny door inside one of its teeth, and the door was forcibly blasted open, and many pieces of the door were scattered all over the place.

We walked through the door, and we didn't expect that there were already visitors here, but all of them died here. I looked at the corpses that were rolling all over the place, all mummified in a strange way, as if something had broken all their joints in an instant before they died, and then died in despair in intense pain.

Looking at these corpses, there was a sudden sense of fear that was cold to the bone marrow, and the ghost knew what was in the Skull Temple that could kill all the dozens of people who came in here. I calmed down, suppressed the panic in my heart, and calmed down to examine the corpse on the ground.

Looking at their outfits, they should have come here during World War II, including Japanese, Americans, and a few Chinese. At first, I thought they had died in a fight against each other, but I didn't find a single bullet hole on the corpse, which also shows that they were already cooperating with each other after going deep underground, and many times, in the face of a common terrible opponent, everyone would abandon the hostility and work together against a common enemy.

I saw a Browning light machine gun on the ground, so I bent down and picked it up, tried it, it should still work, pulled the trigger outside, and it rang out with two bangs. Maybe it's because the air here is dry, and the guns can still be used for decades, but for me, with the guns, the courage is a lot stronger. I removed the cartridge belt from an American GI with two magazines in it.

I was about to tie the bullet to myself when a corpse caught my eye.

It was a Chinese soldier with a pair of glasses on his eyes, a transmitter behind his back, and most importantly, a small notebook in his breast pocket. I walked over and carefully took out a small notebook from his pocket, it was a record book, with a blue skin, and a national emblem of the Republic of China, I opened the record book, and turned to the first page, there was only one name - Huang Yulong. In a trance, I felt that the name had a familiar feeling, but I couldn't tell what it was. I was about to turn the second page when I heard a rush of footsteps behind me.

I hurriedly slipped the notebook into my pocket, stood up and turned around with my gun already on the incoming person.

"It's just a broken gun from decades ago, it can't scare us!" It was He Shuxiang and others who came in, and He Shuxiang saw me pointing a Browning light machine gun at him, looking at me like a clown.

"You might as well give it a try!" I gritted my teeth and said, "A decades-old gun can also smash your head!" ”

At this moment, Qi Xue also pointed a Thomson submachine gun at them. However, we only have two guns, and they are both outdated, and the guns that have been left for decades may not be able to fire two bullets, and they will jam or burst and bored. On the other side of us, seven or eight German-made MP5 submachine guns, known as the world's policemen, were aimed at our heads. I even felt that I was fighting a gangster with a watermelon knife with a cucumber, and I had no chance of winning.

But things in the world are always changing rapidly, and when we thought we were going to be beaten into a hornet's nest by these turtle grandchildren, a big man came in, and I looked up to see who he was if he was not a fierce son.

I saw that Mengzi pulled his clothes, there was a circle of explosives on his stomach, and he was holding a remote control in his hand: "You all fucking don't move!" Otherwise, everyone will fucking fuck together! ”

The so-called ruthless are afraid of hard, hard are afraid of stunned, and stunned are afraid of dying. Mengzi's lifeless play, He Shuxiang and his group were suppressed in time, their faces were like earth, and even their bodies were trembling.