Chapter 17: The Sky Corridor

(There is another chapter)

The moment the fat man jumped, I could see clearly the so-called artifact in his mouth. I almost didn't get out of my breath.

It's a fucking sleeping bag.

I just wanted to scold the fat man for being unreliable, but I saw the fat man roll out the moment he landed.

The fat man rolled on the ground for a few meters, then got out of his sleeping bag and looked up at me and beckoned. I pouted, not bothering to pay attention to him. The fat man is fat and the cushioning effect of the sleeping bag is naturally fine. Instead, I jumped from here, broke into eight pieces, and there were still fragments.

Biting the flashlight, I fumbled on the eaves for a while, and finally found a raised place. I carefully kicked the bulge with my waist and took out the rope to tie it when I was sure it was safe.

By the time I came down from above, the fat man below had been waiting impatiently.

"I said that your little comrade's political consciousness is a bit low, and you are always dragging the pace of the socialist process."

Abseiling from such a high altitude requires a lot of physical strength. I waved my hand too lazy to argue with the fat man, "You're no better." **Also with a sleeping bag, why don't you bring a parachute? ”

The fat man patted the sleeping bag and then rolled it up again, and said, "You think the fat man didn't think about it?" If that girl lived on the twenty-second floor, Lao Tzu would definitely bring a parachute. ”

I saw the fat man saying that he was going to take something out of his bag again, and after waiting for a while, I saw that the fat man actually took out a handful of incense and a wad of paper money.

"What, do you still pay the toll for what you do?" I asked.

"It's the rule." The fat man said. As he spoke, he took out a small pile of paper money and threw it into the sky, reciting words while scattering it in his mouth. I listened carefully, and it seemed that my family was poor, my wife ran away with others, and the eighty-year-old lady in the family was seriously ill and had to come down to borrow some money for emergency relief and so on. Anyway, the fat man said a lot, and I only listened to the first few sentences, and I didn't bother to listen to the rest of the sentences.

After the fat man finished chattering, he walked to the edge of the suspension bridge and placed two pieces of paper money on the left and right ends of the suspension bridge. Then two pillars of incense were lit, one on the left and one on the left and one on the left. When I inserted it, I saw that the fat man was directly inserted into the paper money, and the two paper money were nailed to the ground.

After doing this, the fat man took a small step back and bowed distantly towards the darkness ahead. Then he took out the paper money he had left over just now, squatted on the ground and began to burn it.

I walked over and crouched next to the fat man. The fat man glanced at me sideways, thinking that I was going to burn some paper money too, so he gave me half of it. I hesitated for a moment, and then I started to burn.

"Fatty," I said, "I see that in novels there is a rule that the rooster crows and the lights go out and does not touch the gold, is this true or false?" ”

The fat man took out a piece of paper money and put it in the fire, and the flames jumped up and jumped on his face, flickering bright and dark. "It was a long time ago," the fat man snorted, "and these people are all interested in profit now. The rooster is crowing, isn't it? Just tie the's mouth and don't let it crow, and it's easier to do it with a lamp, just light a wind lamp. Anyway, I just asked the lights to be lit, and I didn't say anything about them. It's really not okay to take a miner's lamp and put it on the ground, and it's no problem to light it for ten days and half a month. ”

As he spoke, a mountain wind blew up from the valley below, and the fat man used paper money to pick up the dust, which had been blown away, and continued: "But that's someone else's rule. Fat man, I am my own faction, so naturally I don't have to abide by them. ”

I was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and I dared to feel that the fat man fooled me casually about all the rules just now.

"Rite over!" The fat man often exhaled and stood up and said.

"Hey, did you hear a buzzing sound?" I asked the fat man.

The fat man pouted at the cliff Nunu in front of him, meaning that it was the sound of the mountain wind below.

I listened carefully again, shook my head and said no.

The fat man looked serious at me, so he walked up to me and began to listen with bated breath.

"It doesn't seem like it's a rumor." The fat man said.

The buzzing sound between the conversations grew louder and louder, like mosquitoes flying in your ears at night when you sleep.

"Hey," the fat man stabbed me with his elbow, "I'm in big trouble." ”

I turned my face to look at him and saw that he was staring at the eaves of the gate behind him. I turned on my flashlight and followed it, and when I saw it, my scalp exploded.

Under the eaves hangs a honeycomb larger than a washbasin.

The fat man swallowed hard and said, "It should be a wasp that can build a nest in such a place." It seems that the smell of fireworks smoked them when they burned the paper money just now. ”

I swallowed hard, but now that my throat was dry and tight, I didn't feel anything. Swallowing my saliva, I'm glad I didn't enter through the gate. Otherwise, as soon as you enter the door, there will be a hornet's nest in the face, which will be irritating.

The mountain wind below the cliff continued to blow, blowing all the smoke from the paper money that had not been burned clean just now to the hornet's nest. The wasp was stimulated by the smoke and immediately reacted. "Boom" came out.

"Do you want to eat honey?" The fat man asked me suddenly.

I didn't react at once, just instinctively shook my head.

"Then don't the fuck run!" The fat man pulled me around and ran to the drawbridge.

I don't know if the suspension bridge under my feet is too old or because the fat man and I are running crazy all the way, and it keeps shaking after getting on the bridge. Coupled with the mountain breeze below, I once felt that the bridge was in danger of being overturned. But it didn't matter so much, and the hornets behind him rushed over with an overwhelming buzzing sound. Compared to being stung by a wasp, I think it is more decent to fall and die.

The fat man took off his backpack as he ran, and he put it on his head to prevent the wasp from getting through the neckline, and he didn't look much better than me.

He ran forward for a few minutes, and the buzz behind him suddenly became quieter. In the end, only a few wasps fell on me and the fat man, and we also pinched them to death.

"What's the situation, why didn't the hornets follow?" I asked the fat man.

"If I had known what the hornet thought, I would have apologized to it." The fat man said with his face covered.

I heard the fat man's voice wrong, so I turned my face to look at the fat man, and found that he had been stung by wasps on both cheeks, and he was swollen and tall. It's like a pig's head. But for some reason, I didn't get stung by a wasp. "So what now?"

The fat man muttered a few words as he pointed to the place where we had just run. I didn't hear the reason why my cheeks were swollen. But his personality I can also guess what he is going to say. It's nothing more than asking me if I want to go over and eat honey.

I shook my head, pointed to the front, and said, "Then let's move forward." Go to the other side and treat the wound, or it won't get infected. ”

The fat man nodded and took the lead. I followed the fat man, and every now and then I looked back with palpitations. I'm afraid those hornets will come after me again. But when I looked back a few times, I realized that something was not quite right.

When we ran just now, the fire had not been extinguished, and the paper money had not yet been burned. Now that the wind is blowing like this, it is burning again. And there is a tendency to burn bigger and bigger.

"Fatty," I patted him on the shoulder, motioning for him to look behind him. "It seems that your toll is less, and people are unhappy."

As he spoke, the bridge burned.