When I stumbled and slipped down from the half-dried layer of dirt above, the space in front of me suddenly opened up for an unknown amount of time, and the huge hollow seemed to stretch into the distance along the course of the river as if there was no end. I saw that it was like a long-abandoned river, in the strata below the bottom of the great river. This big river is forced to crack the earth and generated, when King Yu ruled the water, it is estimated that it has been renovated here.

On the cliffs on both sides of the road, two parallel plank roads have been dug out, just like the plank roads used to pull fiber along the mountains on both sides of the southern river, which is very steep. Many stone statues are crooked in the old road, and at intervals, a wooden tower six or seven meters high is erected, and the top of this wooden tower can be lit on fire in order to start work in the dark ground. After so many years, the wooden tower still burns with a slightly beating flame, and a fishy smell with the smell of the sea keeps coming from the flames. It is impossible for an ordinary ever-bright lamp to burn for so many years, and the lamp oil on the wooden tower is a specialty from the East China Sea nine times out of ten.

In the past, I heard my grandfather tell me that in the sea area of the mouth of the big river, people who go to sea can occasionally see a burning flame suddenly pop out of the sea when the sun is in the sky at noon, and sometimes the flame is a large area as soon as it comes out of the water, which is magnificent and very mysterious. Grandpa said that it was a kind of fish, only a foot long, basically all animals and plants oil is lighter than water, will float on the surface of the water, but this kind of small fish that is a foot long to refine the fish oil is heavier than water, the ignition point is unimaginably low, live fish out of the water, when the sun is too strong, it will spontaneously combust. Such a small fish has two dragon whiskers, called a dragon fish, and half a tank of fish oil can burn for a long, long time. But such fish are difficult to catch, and have long been extinct over the years, and legend has it that only ancient saints could catch them.

Under the jumping firelight, I saw the stone statues in the old road one by one, crooked, unique in shape, and looked eerie. I couldn't sense any dangerous aura, but the yang fire above my head and on my shoulders was rising vigorously, which was an instinctive reaction, because the yin and evil qi here was too heavy.

Bang bang

As I walked slowly, I listened to the sound of my heart beating from time to time, and the deeper I walked here, the clearer the sound of my heart beating. The road was full of chaotic stone statues, and after walking for a while, I accidentally stepped on one of them. It was a stone statue of a big fish three or four meters long, a very strange fish, with four legs, and the eyes of the fish were surprisingly large, the same as two baby fists. I don't know how many years these stone statues have been placed here, and I weigh more than 100 pounds, but when I stepped on them, the fish clicked and broke into two in the middle.

In such a dark and gloomy place, the sound of the stone statue cracking suddenly startled my heart slightly. Something is not right, it is not too heavy for me to step on this foot, but how can I break a stone statue like this? Looking down, the broken part of the stone statue revealed a piece of cracked bone stubble. I almost jumped up, it wasn't a stone statue at all, it was a living thing, but it was dead in the old way, and the body was wrapped in a hard clay shell. Looking back at the countless "stone statues" before and after the old road, I felt my scalp tingle, how many things died here? The already gloomy atmosphere around me immediately became like a dark cloud, enveloping my vision, but having come here, the sound of my heart beating was ahead, and I had no other choice.

As soon as I was nervous, my steps became faster, and I hurried through those crooked "stone statues", I don't know how long this old road is in the stratum at the bottom of the big river, and it looks like I have walked for about seven or eight miles, but it still has not reached the end. The "stone statues" are accumulating more and more, and these are dead things, although I am a little nervous, but I am not afraid. However, after seven or eight miles, there was a very slight sound behind me, and the sound seemed to be accidentally made by someone secretly following it, and I was on full alert, although the sound was light, but I was keenly captured. I turned around, and in the middle of the dense "stone statues", there was a shadow flashing like lightning.

Without saying a word, I rushed over, the place was open and deep, and once the trail was discovered, it was difficult to hide any longer. I didn't know who the other party was, so I felt that there was no good intention to sneak behind me like this, so when I rushed over, my strength began to brew and erupt, and I stabbed it with the knife in my hand.

The dancing flames on the wooden tower emitted a dim light, but it was enough for me, the person who followed was hiding in the middle of a pile of "stone statues", the sharp knife stabbed past, he immediately retreated, I chased after it, and then followed, picked up the knife and continued to stab, the other party dodged a few times, and saw the opportunity to hold my wrist with the knife, I felt that the strength was already very large, but the other party was not inferior, and the two people were suddenly stalemate.

In the moment of stalemate, I saw the face of this man. I can't tell how old he is, he has strong muscles, his face seems to have been scratched back and forth by something, leaving dense scars, this person's appearance is terrifying and ugly, looking at it makes me feel cold in the soles of my feet, and a strong force immediately surges in my hands. The other party did not show weakness, and was entangled with me, and the two of them almost used all their strength. I felt my face swell, and the blood all over my body rushed to my head, and the man was not easy, but he seemed to be stronger than me, and he snorted suddenly, and forced me to stand away.

I looked at him for a moment, I don't know if it was true, or if it was because of the light, I saw that when the man opened his mouth slightly, his mouth was empty, and his tongue was gone.

"Who are you?" I suddenly felt very mixed emotions, I have grown so big, and I have seen a lot of disabled people on the river beach, missing arms and legs are born deaf and dumb, but people who do not have a tongue are very, very rare.

The man could clearly hear me, and he stopped and stood three or four meters away looking at me. As soon as my words came out, he felt redundant, his tongue was gone, and he naturally couldn't speak.

The Broken Tongue's eyes looked at me without blinking, and although the light was dim, I could feel that his gaze was as complex as mine, and contained a lot of things that I couldn't understand or fathom. His fists were clenched tightly, his joints popped, and the muscles on his arms were as strong as iron blocks, and it didn't take much thought to know that if this person really attacked, it would be like a raging storm. I took a step back, stood firm, and was ready to fight, but I was a little scared, I could feel that this person was stronger than me, fighting to the death, and I was not his opponent. But after so long on the riverbank, I don't shrink back at the slightest danger.

I was already on the lookout, but the Tonguebreaker didn't seem to have the intention of doing anything right away, his eyes flowed, his joints were constantly exploding, and his chest was rising and falling violently, as if there was a turbulent wave in his chest, which would completely explode at any moment. His face turned very frightened, and his face turned blue and unsettled.

The two of us confronted each other motionlessly, at the beginning, I was just preparing for the battle with all my might, but looking at it, I felt that the expression of the Broken Tongue was full of resentment, as if he hated me very much, but for some reason he didn't dare to attack completely, and he was forcibly controlling his emotions.

Who is this? In an instant, I had a lot of thoughts in my head, but I couldn't communicate with them.

Bang bang bang

Between the two of us, the sound of our hearts beating seemed to be a little violent, and it came from the depths of the old way. I tilted my head, and the person opposite suddenly moved, and I quickly withdrew my gaze. The Broken Tongue took a step forward, then stopped suddenly, gritted his teeth, turned his head and ran. The moment he turned his head, I saw a glint in the corner of his eye.

"Stop!" I wanted to know who this person was, so I continued to chase after him without even thinking about it. The man's speed was very, very fast, and I had a hard time chasing after him, and the two of them ran towards the road for ten miles at a gallop, and when they reached the side of the half-dry river mud pile that I had fallen down before, the man with the broken tongue probably did not come down from the blisters at the entrance of Xiaopanhe Village, and he abandoned this way out and continued to run towards the other end of the old road.

On the side of the old road in front of him, there was a black hole, I don't know how deep, the tonguebreaker ran to the edge of the hole, and jumped without hesitation. I didn't know what was going on, but I didn't dare to venture any more when I got here, so I stopped at the entrance of the cave. There was also an unknown space at the bottom of the hole, and I heard the footsteps of the Broken Tongue man getting farther and farther away, and soon it was too light to distinguish it, and it was obvious that he had run away.

boom

At this time, on the side of the deep old road, the sound of the heart beating like a big drum suddenly sounded, my heart was shocked, things must be prioritized, I came to Xiaopanhe, for this heart. After hesitating for a moment, and then looking at the hole where the Broken Tongue had disappeared, my heart turned and ran again in the opposite direction.

I ran back to the place where I found the Broken Tongue and walked a little further, and there were fewer "stone statues" around, but the gloomy atmosphere seemed to be stronger again. I just cared about hurrying forward, and the half-middle-waisted plank road on the side of the old road was cracked with a poof, and a surging river water carried messy things, and Hulala rushed down.

The water was mixed with the shadows of one or twenty white flowers, and the river flowed into the wide old channel, and then seeped into the soil, leaving only those white shadows wriggling in place.