Chapter 30: A Starry Sky (2)

(Update one chapter in advance, continued on Thursday)

The stone bridge under my feet said that it was not long or short, and the fat man walked in front of me without saying a word. I followed him with my head down, thinking about the grave robber who had died on the wooden building.

"Fatty." I called the fat man.

The fat man in front of me snorted in response to me.

"The man who died on the wooden building, can you tell how long he has been dead?" I asked.

"I'm not a medical examiner, I don't know." The fat man said, "And if you die like that ball, the forensic doctor can't tell if he comes—what's wrong?" ”

"My father came in with a couple of people. I suspect he's one of them. ”

The fat man was stunned for a moment, turned to look at me, and then continued walking. As he walked, he said, "According to what you say, won't your father's army be wiped out?" ”

I was stunned this time. I chuckled in my heart, I just wanted to say no, right? But when you think about the horrific death of the person on the wooden floor, it's not impossible.

"If you want me to say, if you live to see a person die, you must see a corpse. Haven't you heard of it, no news is the best news. Don't think about it, just look at the place and see for yourself. ”

"Lan said that the reason why the corpse melted was because it was bitten by a bug, what kind of bug is so powerful?"

"I don't know." The fat man shook his head, "There are no insects in this climate in the south, and even mosquitoes are more powerful than those in the north." ”

After another ten minutes, we finally got off the stone bridge.

The fat man took out a map from his bag and unfolded it, motioning for me to come over and illuminate him.

When I saw that the fat man was upside down, there was still a map, and I said to myself, would the map mark that the front 50 meters would turn left into the road, and then go straight 100 meters into the tomb? It's. But by the time I leaned up to see the map in the fat man's hand, I almost didn't get out of my breath. "Damn, what the hell are you putting in a topographic map?"

"You know the, don't make a noise." The fat man gave me a blank look and closed his eyes, as if thinking about something. After a while, the fat man opened his eyes, stretched out his finger and dotted on a mountain on the map, and then his finger began to slide slowly along the direction of the mountain, and finally stopped at the location of a valley.

"This should be where we are now." The fat man said.

"How do you know?"

"Just try it." As I spoke, I saw the fat man rummaging through his bag again.

"Dynamite?" I saw the fat man take out a bottle full of pale yellow powder from his bag, and immediately reacted.

"Hey, do you know what this is?" The fat man was a little surprised. Immediately, he began to dig things out of his bag again.

"Dynamites really? You're a robot cat, huh? How can there be everything? "I watched the fat man take out a whole bunch of stuff from his bag and couldn't help but be surprised. Human bombs.

"What are you afraid of?" The fat man gave me a blank look, "If you're afraid of death, you can stay out of the way, don't get in the way of the fat man." ”

"Gotcha." I quickly took a few steps back, and then thought about it and felt still unsafe, so I took a few steps back.

The fat man squinted at me and began to mix explosives.

After a few minutes, I saw that the fat man had put everything in front of him into his backpack again, and then I dared to lean over. At this time, the fat man had an extra fist-sized round thing in his hand.

"Now, I can warn you." The fat man shook it in front of me with the clump. Frightened, I hurried out of the way. "Stay away, don't get hit by flying rocks. Also, we're in the cave right now, and you'll open your mouth as big as you want. Did You Know? ”

I nodded, looked around, and found a rock more than half a person high, covering my ears, and crouching behind my mouth.

I don't know how the fat man detonated that ball of explosives. It can be seen from the fat man who spread his legs and rushed to me and squatted down with his head in front of me, that the example of this explosive is definitely not small.

When the explosion sounded, I felt the whole mountain shake, and the debris crackled against the stones in front of me.

After a few seconds, the fat man poked his head out from behind the rock, and then shone a flashlight at the location of the detonation.

"Hey, do you want to be so fucking scared? Isn't it just a cannon fight? The fat man patted me on the back and signaled that I could stand up. I could clearly hear the trills in the rain of the fat man's words.

"Artillery fighting? I don't care about you. "I stood up and patted the dust off my head, trying to take a few deep breaths to calm my body." You almost fucking shrunk your head into your stomach just now, and you're embarrassed to say me. ”

"Gotta get it, I'll admit it's a bit of a lot. That's all right, right? The fat man waved his hand, too lazy to bother with me.

"Got a hole?" I looked at the place where the blast had just been.

"That's right if there's a hole." The fat man clapped his hands, picked up the backpack and walked towards the hole. I hurried to follow.

I don't know if it's because the power of the explosives itself is too great or the proportion of the fat man is wrong, but when we got closer, we found that a fist-sized mass of explosives had exploded into a large crater nearly three meters high and two meters deep.

Looking at the big hole in front of me that was taller than me, I broke out in a cold sweat. Ask the fat man: "Fatty, tell me honestly how many more explosives you can make with this level of explosives." ”

The fat man was also a little surprised when he looked at this hole, and was stunned, and said, "There may be about ten." ”

When I heard the fat man say this, my legs went limp. Hurriedly asked him what he was doing with so many explosives. The fat man sighed, saying that he had heard that the wild fish in the southern rivers were particularly delicious, and he planned to pour some of the fish after pouring this bucket. (I was completely stunned by the fat man's explosives, and I didn't pay attention to the details of the fat man's words)

I said to my heart, fuck you, just fry the fish at this dose, and the fish must not even have scum left.

The fat man came back to his senses and shone a flashlight into it.

There was another space inside.

The fat man picked up a stone and threw it in, and immediately heard a snap and fell to the ground.

"Let's go." The fat man said, and led the way inside. But before I could take a few steps, I didn't even get out of the hole that had been blown out when I saw the fat man stop.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"The quagmire." The fat man said.

I looked down at my feet. Gravel in a place. The fat man let go of half of his body to let me look forward.

I squeezed up, flashed my flashlight forward, and saw a stone platform four or five meters square outside the entrance of the cave. Outside the stone platform is a very large black area.

"Let's go inside." I said.

Standing on the stone platform and looking down, the mire was about a meter away from us. A faint rancid smell emanated from the mire, wafting upwards.

We are now in a very awkward situation, there is a huge stone gate more than fifty meters away. That should be the destination. But the question is how to get over this quagmire in front of us.

The fat man turned and went back and brought back a few stones of various sizes, and threw them down one by one, to see how much weight the mire could bear.

The first stone, the size of a head, sank the moment it touched the mire. The second piece was about a third smaller, but it sank anyway. The third, the fourth.

When I got to the tenth piece, I grabbed the fat man: "Don't try, how light can you be over your head?" ”

"Then I'll see how deep this quagmire really is." The fat man said. As he spoke, he began to pull up his trouser legs and pose as if he was going to the field to plant seedlings. "If it's not deep, we'll wade through."

I hurriedly grabbed him as soon as I saw it: "You don't want to live anymore?" If it's all locusts, how many legs can you feed? ”

The fat man shuddered, hurriedly put his trousers down again, and looked at me. Meaning to ask me what to do.

What to do? I smiled bitterly, and said in my heart Your Majesty, the concubines don't know.