The excavated hole is only more than 20 meters long, and it is more than 10 meters deep into the ground. The fifth uncle www.biquge.info of the pen "Fun" Pavilion told us that we must climb through it quickly, because the soil is loose and the hole is easy to collapse.

The cave leads to a large molten cavern, and as soon as you enter, the temperature drops dramatically, as if it is winter. The ground is damp, and the water is dripping, and in the dim environment, I don't know how big this place is.

We didn't stop at the entrance of the cave for long, and when everyone came down, we headed straight into the depths of the cave.

The fifth uncle was at the forefront, with lights on one after the other. I was in the middle, looking around, and it was just a natural molten cavern, only slightly altered by artificiality, and the passages were relatively smooth and the passages were wide.

After only five minutes of walking, the ground gradually became less slippery and unusually dry and dusty. At both ends stood tall statues, all of which were hell imps, with hideous faces and angry eyes, looking down on us fiercely.

The fifth uncle motioned for us to stop, and he looked around to prevent any mechanism in this place, and at the same time instructed us not to come up and touch the things here.

And the fifth uncle is trying to move forward step by step, and we all hold our breath and look at the fifth uncle. I'm afraid that a few cold arrows will suddenly shoot somewhere, or rolling stones or something.

The monk once posed with me, and generally the tomb is equipped with mechanisms, such as fire attacks, sand burials, rolling stones, hidden arrows, etc., and there are countless others, and if you are not careful, your life will be deprived.

But until the fifth uncle walked to the stone gate, everything was calm, nothing happened, and it seemed that there was no fortification here at all.

Seeing that everything was safe, we passed quickly and arrived in front of the stone gate.

The stone gate is only three or four meters high and wide, consisting of two stone gates, leaving a small gap in the middle, and the whole gate is tightly closed.

"Is this the Broken Dragon Stone?" The monk asked.

The broken dragon stone, which generally weighs thousands of catties, is carved from a whole stone slab, which is the door of the mausoleum. When the broken dragon stone falls, the yin and yang are separated from then on.

"This is just an ordinary stone gate, if it is a broken dragon stone, it will be so simple." The fifth uncle replied.

Then we all stepped back slightly, and he took out an iron drill the thickness of a finger, more than a meter long, and the front of the iron drill was bent into a hook. I saw the fifth uncle slowly inserting the iron drill through the crack in the stone door, closing his eyes, tentatively, I don't know what he wanted to hook.

A few minutes later, it was finally hooked, and the fifth uncle pulled the iron drill hard.

There was a heavy sound behind the stone door, which seemed to be the sound of stones falling to the ground.

The fifth uncle slowly took back the iron drill and put it in his bag. With both hands, he pushed the stone door hard, and the stone door let out a heavy rumbling sound, and it was slowly pushed open.

A rancid smell came to my face, and a breeze blew violently behind me, pouring directly into the stone door.

It seems that the inside is indeed sealed, and the air is not circulated. We didn't go in right away, but waited outside the stone gate. The fifth uncle lit a candle and inserted it one meter inside the stone gate.

The candle burns slowly, as if it will go out at any moment. But as time passed, the candle burned more and more fiercely, and there was a burst of popping sounds. It seems that the air inside should be slowly getting better.

All of us stood outside the stone gate and waited until the candles were completely burned out before stepping into the gate.

There is a lot of space inside, and there are more than a dozen forks in the road in front of us, each of which is bottomless. Strangely, it seems to be just an aisle, except for some discarded stones and dry stalactites, it is empty, and not even a sculpture has been found.

We stood in the very center, looking at the fork in the road, each of which led in all directions. There are also many old iron lampstands at the intersection, although rusty, but the shape is simple, but it is a good antique.

When this place was built, it seemed that it should have been brightly lit and not as dim as it is now. We also tried to light the candles on the top of the lampstand, but unfortunately the candles were very ordinary, old and unusable.

"There are so many forks in the road here, which one should we take?" The monk touched the lampstand, thoughtfully, not knowing what to pay attention to, and finally pursed his lips, shook his head and gave up, looked at the dark passage, and asked.

The fifth uncle replied: "Every passage here leads to a different place, and the passages are connected to each other, leading in all directions, and there are also many dead ends. ”

Many of the passages were formed by natural caves, and some were excavated by hand at a later stage. The fifth uncle believes that only one of these passages leads to the underworld, and the others are like labyrinths or lead to other places.

In the whole Yunnan-Guizhou area, most of the terrain belongs to karst landforms, limestone is the majority, which is eroded by the water flow with dissolution power all the year round, and a large number of collapses under the surface to form natural caves. There are many caves, and they extend in all directions, and the general molten cave will make people accidentally get lost, not to mention that it has been specially processed by man, and it is very blind.

For a while, the fifth uncle was a little unsure, after all, this matter didn't seem to have anything to do with feng shui, and it was completely due to luck. But the fifth uncle said that although it is difficult to choose the right passage, it is not impossible, if you pay attention to the entrance of each passage, you will definitely find some answers.

With doubts, we scrutinized each passageway. However, the flashlight in his hand is too weak, the illumination range is limited, and the eyes have to be close to see clearly.

Several platforms were carved out of the entrance to the passage for the lampstands, and the top of the platforms was pitch black with smoke. There was nothing but the menora, and I didn't know where each passage led.

"Listen, what is this sound?" The monk stood at the entrance of a passageway, his head tilted sideways, and his ears were facing the direction of the passageway, reminding us to listen quietly.

Everyone looked at the monk in confusion, and for a while everyone was quiet, and the whole cave suddenly became extremely silent.

"Magnetic..."

There was a silent sound, like stones rubbing against each other, a little harsh, and like a poisonous snake sticking out its tongue, which made people feel panicked. The sound did come from within the passage where the monk was, and it was getting closer and closer, as the sound grew louder and louder.

We looked at each other, but each of us had doubts and worries on their faces.

Could it be that something inexplicable could not attack us, and for a time we were like a great enemy, and we took out our weapons one after another and set up our formation. It is said to be a formation, but it is just for the weak people to stand behind and the good ones to stand in front. What is weakness? Like Ouyang Cheng Rui, Uncle Li, and... I.

Unexpectedly, not only could I not help, but instead became a burden, I needed protection all the time, and my old face couldn't help but get hot. Although I am indeed a layman, I am not officially a Taoist. But I'm strong, I'm young and at the peak of my life, and I'm not good at it, but at least I still have the strength.

Thinking of this, I copied the monk's shovel, held it in my hand, took a step forward, and stared at the passage.

A black shadow suddenly appeared at the entrance of the passage, instantly flooding us, and I held the shovel in my hand for a burst of slashing, only to feel the bite everywhere on my body, and the pain was bursting.

Thousands of bats, surrounding us, we simply couldn't fight back, completely in a mess, desperately trying to escape from the swarm.

I've seen this dark species, but I didn't know they could attack people, and they were so ferocious. If you don't dodge, I'm afraid that it won't be long before the whole person will be completely torn apart, and finally a pile of white bones will be left.

I slapped the shovel in my hand, and I don't know how many bats were knocked to the ground, but there were too many bats to no avail, and my vision was also blocked by bats, surrounded by bats and bats, and occasionally I could hear the monk's groans of pain and anger. I knew that this time, our group was in trouble, and we had to keep running to get rid of the bat swarm.

I fought and retreated, as long as there was a road, I didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, and ran crazy inside. I don't know how long I ran, but I felt that there were fewer and fewer bats behind me, and it was only when the bat colony completely retreated that I was relieved. Sitting paralyzed on the ground, his body was in a hot pain, and he didn't know how much flesh he had lost.

Looking at the shovel illuminated by the flashlight, the blood on it flowed, and it seemed that I also shot or hacked a lot of bats to death. I don't know what about the others, but I thought to myself, and when I was ready to rest, I would go back the way I came.

When I got up, I realized that there were forks in the road everywhere in front of me, and the range of flashlight light was limited, and I didn't know the environment I was in. I wanted to find the bat that had been shot dead when I came, so that I could follow it all the way back to the entrance of the cave, but I didn't mess with how I searched, where the bat came from, not even a drop of blood.

I panicked, this time I was lost, and it was still at the door of King Nammer's house, how terrifying it was. With the fifth uncle, at least he will take care of me, if I am alone, how will I deal with it?