We went down all the way to the middle of the cliff, and the process of descent was extremely worrying, especially Ouyang Chengrui, who hung on the rope, and couldn't go up or down, which made everyone anxious. Although Uncle Li is in his fifties and has old legs and arms, he has a lot www.biquge.info of experience. The only thing that surprised us was Chu Chu, who descended quickly and was agile, like a spirit monkey.

The mountainside is indeed as the fifth uncle said, there is a passage, which is artificially smashed out of the mountainside. The passage is no more than two meters wide, and people need to bend down when walking, otherwise their heads will hit the stone wall.

The fog on the mountainside is thicker, and the visibility is low, and people can basically not see clearly when they stand two meters away. Outside is a cliff, because of the fog, I can't see the bottom, but my heart doesn't beat so fast because of some fear of heights.

We walked along the ancient road, but the ground was slippery due to the heavy fog, and the speed was relatively slow. I didn't know when I would come to the end, so I could only bend down numbly, and my hands had to hold on to the stone wall tightly, for fear of sliding down without paying attention.

After walking for about half an hour, we finally arrived at the chain bridge mentioned by the fifth uncle, and everyone sat paralyzed on the ground to rest. I hurriedly put down my heavy backpack and looked at it.

Next to the chain bridge is a stone-paved open space, no more than a few zhang long and wide, overgrown with weeds, shrubs and vines. On the edge of the cliff, there are two squatting statues, with their backs to the cliff, facing the passage from which we came. Out of curiosity, I took a few steps forward, and the statue was not the lion elephant of my common sense.

The two squatting statues are carved from black jade, with black ink color all over, superb knife skills, fluent lines, and clear water chestnut angles.

One of the squatting carvings is a cat with its eyes closed, its head lazily resting on its lap, and a skull in its arms. The other squatting stone statue is a dog, but this dog has three heads, all with a bloody mouth, showing fangs, and looking extremely fierce.

"This statue is supposed to be a three-headed dog, and in the record, King Nammer believed that the three-headed dog was the faithful guardian of hell, and now it seems to be true." Ouyang Chengrui held his glasses, not to explain to me, at this moment, he was excitedly studying the statue, his hands trembling, stroking up and down.

"This cat is called Qian Mao, and the spots on its body are like copper coins in ancient China. According to relevant documents, the money cat is not only the guardian beast of hell, but also a symbol of wealth. These two squatting stone statues seem to have been erected by King Nammer. "Ouyang? Cheng Rui spoke incoherently excitedly.

I turned my head, gently stroked the copper coin carved on the money cat, and muttered in my heart: Isn't this what we usually call a tanuki?

"God, are you playing with me?" The monk also walked over, he glanced at the statue and lost interest, but looked at the chain bridge behind the statue, and shouted in a fuss: "Just this bridge, how to cross it." ”

The bridge is connected by four arm-thick iron cables, and it is rudimentarily covered with wooden planks, but these planks cannot withstand the erosion of time and decay early. In many places, there are even vacancies, and only four iron cables are exposed.

The chain bridge leads to the peak on the opposite bank, and the fog obscures it, and there is no end in sight.

The monk shook the chain bridge vigorously, not moving at all, and kicked a few more times, and the blood-red rust peeled off like snowflakes. He grasped the iron rope in his hand, and his feet lightly stepped on the wooden plank, and as soon as he touched it, the wooden board was like tofu, and it broke and fell down the cliff in an instant.

Looking at the simple chain bridge built hundreds of years ago, I was also stunned, is it really reliable to lead to the opposite side?

What is certain now is that the planks will not work, and the only thing that makes us happy is that the rope used to be painted on the surface to keep out the air and make it more durable.

Although it has been exposed to wind and rain for hundreds of years, it is still strong and seems to be barely usable.

"We didn't have that much time to find planks to pave the way, so we had to climb straight over." The fifth uncle looked at the chain bridge, came back to his senses after half a sound, and said quietly: "And there are four iron cables supporting each other, and it is no problem to pass people." ”

"Fifth uncle, in my opinion, it's better to go one by one, this bridge has been around for hundreds of years, and there are many people who are really afraid of problems." I reminded.

"According to what Ah Lang said, and the people who cross the bridge must tie the rope, and they must be fast when crossing the bridge, and the wind speed in the center of the bridge is fast, so they need to hold on to the iron rope tightly." The fifth uncle commanded.

In the end, everyone decided that the fifth uncle would pass first, and at the same time bring the rope over, so that the rope would be tied on both sides, and the safety factor would be improved a lot.

"Ah Lang, when crossing the bridge for a while, don't hesitate, look ahead, don't look down, cross the bridge quickly. If you're scared, close your eyes and remember to keep your balance. "When the fifth uncle went to the bridge, he specially instructed me.

"Everyone will see how I cross the bridge, and they will have to do it my way for a while."

The fifth uncle lay on one iron cable and used the rope to lasso the other iron cable to make a double insurance. One leg is bent over the rope and the other leg swings slightly in the air to maintain balance. With both hands and legs, they are prostrate and fast.

After a short time, the fifth uncle disappeared into the fog, and we didn't know that we had arrived until we heard him shouting on the other side of the cliff.

The next one is Chu Chu, this woman didn't tie the rope, she lay on the iron rope and began to climb to the opposite side, and the speed was faster than the fifth uncle.

"This woman is so simple!" The monk sighed.

Although there were only four iron cables left, which could only be climbed over, and there was still an endless abyss below, so far everything was going well. When Atai arrived on the other side, there were only three people left, including me, the fat man, and Ouyang Chengrui.

"Brother Ouyang, it's your turn." I'm a little afraid of heights, and I haven't adjusted it yet, so I want Ouyang Cheng Ruixian.

Who knew that Ouyang Chengrui was even more scared than me, trembling his steps, his hands trembling terribly. Not to mention climbing over by a rope, now it is difficult for him to walk even after laying the planks.

Grabbed the iron rope for a while, but he didn't dare to lie down.

"Gotcha, I'll come first." I can't stand it, this nerd is really determined to wait for the New Year.

"I said Lao Ou, you have to adjust it quickly, it's really not good, close your eyes." The monk helped me tie the safety rope and reminded me in a low voice: "Scholar, I see that they crawl very steadily in the early stage, but when they reach the middle, they shake badly, probably because of the strong wind. So you just need to hold on to another iron cable, stop a little, wait for the wind to be small before climbing, and don't panic. ”

I learned from the fifth uncle to crawl, lying on the iron cable, and subconsciously looked at the bottom of the iron bridge, which was white and vast, and I couldn't see anything. On the contrary, my heart is a lot more steady, as long as there is no fear of heights, I have nothing to fear.

The iron cable cannot be held with one hand, and the rust is particularly serious, and it is difficult to grasp a handful of rust. I crawled slowly, often stopping to rest on another cable.

When I climbed to about 50 meters, I felt that the crawl was difficult. It's cloudy and foggy, and it's cool, but I'm sweating and my hands are slippery. I began to breathe rapidly, gasping for breath, and even more troublesome was the sweat that actually ran into my glasses, blurring my vision.

I wanted to wipe my eyes, but I couldn't spare my hands, and I suddenly panicked. At this moment, the wind blew, the wind whistled in the ears, and the whole person shook in the air, like a swing.

I tilted my head, my eyes brushing over my arms, trying to see better. But it failed, and it was still a blur.

I looked in front of me, and when I looked back, all I saw was a white mist, and there was nothing but the iron cables that were close in front of me. At this moment, my brain is like a fog outside, blank. I didn't know what to do next, so I just grabbed the rope and didn't dare to move.

"Hee-hee..."

I thought it was the sound of the wind, but the sound seemed to be in my ears, and it kept coming.

I turned my head to the side and saw a little girl of six or seven years old sitting next to me. The girl had a plank underneath, and she was holding her chin and looking at me with a grin, and the laughter came from her.

The girl looks like a porcelain doll, with a pink face and flesh. Dressed in a red dress with long hair and a shawl.

I thought to myself, how could a little girl appear on the iron rope in mid-air. Moreover, in the midst of these mountains, there is no one in the wilderness, who would bring such a cute little girl here to play.

Could it be another team? After all, I've heard that King Nammer's tomb attracted too many people this time, and we weren't the only ones. Even so, didn't the monk stop them from crossing the bridge? I'm still on it. If there are too many people, the bridge is easy to break off.

"Little sister, why are you here, how dangerous are you, what about your family?" Feeling that my eyes were much clearer, I asked the girl with a smile.

The girl just laughed hard and didn't answer my question.

Looking at the plank beside the girl, I thought to myself, if I could sit down and rest, I wouldn't be so tired.

"The planks are so wide over there, can my brother come and sit and rest for a while?" I asked.

The little girl still didn't answer, just laughed and said in a beautiful voice. I assumed her consent and got up and moved over.

"A-a-a, a-a-lang..."

Just as I was about to reach out and press on the plank, the voice of the fifth uncle came. I paused and stopped. Only then did I find that there was a wooden plank somewhere, it was empty, my hand pressed into the air, I lost my balance, and in a panic, my hand grabbed another iron cable indiscriminately so as not to fall.

When I turned around, there were no little girls anywhere, and there were no planks around. Only not far away, a pile of rotting wooden planks with some bones piled up, all of which were about to decay into dirt. Among them was a mass of black hair, and a small skull loomed beneath the black hair.

I felt a chill in my heart and a chill in my back. I didn't dare to stay longer, gritted my teeth to speed up, and crawled forward desperately. Faintly, you can still hear the cold snort of the little girl behind you.

Suddenly, a hand was placed on my hand, and I was so frightened that I almost let go. When I looked up, I found that it was the fifth uncle. I actually crawled over, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Fell to the ground, gasping for air.

When I think of what happened just now, is it because I am too tired and have delusions?