Lao Hei pouted his ass at me, and the two whips kept colliding with each other as he dug up, making a crisp sound that made me upset.

I stretched out in the tunnel, half of the donkey's hooves had been digested, and I was exhausted from the night's digging and digging in the earth, and my throat seemed to be about to crack.

I forgot that there was the candle that was about to go out behind me, and I tried to stretch my legs, but I kicked the candle out.

The narrow tunnels, the atmosphere of Hesse, the sound of rumbling mechanisms all around, and the old black whispered: "What's the matter, are we going to die?" ”

I pulled out my lighter and re-lit the candle: "No, I accidentally kicked it out." ”

The old black groaned, and didn't seem to feel tired at all, and dug again.

I don't want to talk anymore, I've been tossing in the tomb all night, it's time to recharge a robot, but now we can't rest, all the time we can use is the straw that saves our lives.

I always thought that I had only dug in this tunnel for a maximum of an hour, and when I took out my phone to see if there was a signal, I found that it was already nine o'clock in the morning.

I laughed at my own stupidity, how can time be calculated in terms of 'one', let alone that it is only a time I thought it was.

In the dark tomb, I can only rely on instinct to feel, one, this, read #novelxstxt how much time has passed, but forget that it is easy to lose the concept of time and space in the dark.

I once read a scientific report that said that there are three factors that affect the human biological clock, one is that when you are anxious, depressed, and unhappy, the sense of time will become very slow, that is, you feel that time is slow. The second is that when you are happy, excited, and happy, you will feel that time flies quickly. Third, when your attention is highly focused, time flies.

Lao Hei and I will definitely not be the second type, we are not happy or happy, let alone stimulating, do you believe that a migrant worker will feel irritated when digging a ditch? So our situation should be the third, we pay more attention to our own perception of the outside world, such as digging, digging, digging again, in such a mechanized operation process, it is difficult to think of not concentrating.

Lao Hei looks even worse than me, he has been talking hardly during this time, he is so silently digging and digging the soil, he can't stop at all.

I have no power to care about his psychological condition, so I can only comfort myself silently: in Lao Hei's survival genes, he has a strong and excellent talent for mining.

With the time and the wear and tear of my hands, the rumbling of the mechanism in my ears became more and more intense, maybe I was hallucinating, maybe I was dying, I seemed to see bursts of white light shining through the layers of earth - oh no, it was shining through the layers of golden sand, the walls were resplendent like a palace, the white light was beautiful I had never seen before, like a light from heaven, am I going to see God? I was a materialist believer when I was alive, so shouldn't I go to see Marx?

In order to prove that it was not a dream, I pinched Lao Hei's ass hard, and Lao Hei looked back at me with a wow, oh, this is not an illusion, it is real.

Lao Hei and I fell into a world of golden sand, the tunnel is so clean and pure, there is no soil layer and no stones, all thick golden sand, Lao Hei only needs to use Li Min Ho to gently knock on the gold layer in front of him, a large pile of golden sand will automatically flow down from all around, such a result causes us to dare not have a big action at all, I am afraid that if we accidentally collapse the golden sand, we will be buried in the tunnel in an instant, and then suffocate to death, this is the realistic version of self-digging graves.

Lao Hei was pinched by me, and his long-suppressed temper finally erupted like a volcano that had been silent for many years, and he screamed like a madman smashing around the entire tunnel regardless of life or death, and the golden sand quickly buried the lower half of our bodies like a flood.

He wielded his pickaxe back and forth, and it was so lethal that I couldn't get close to him, so I could only shout to persuade him to stop.

But Lao Hei is like a lit firework, tide after tide, and it can't be stopped at all. It's extremely dreary, and the psychological defenses are crumbling.

Since I want to vent, I simply don't care about him.

Who has not died in life since ancient times, holding so much gold to die, this life is also worth it, eighty percent is our old ancestor to accumulate virtue to give me such a perfect final destination in life.

After tossing for nearly a minute, I was buried in the quicksand and couldn't move.

Lao Hei is still going crazy, the golden sand around him has been flowing down, he has been running up and down twice from time to time, and he is not buried at all, but struggles out of a large space above his head, so that he can have a more open world to go crazy.

I just closed my eyes, anyway, I'm dying, this thing will be tossed for another minute at most, the two of us will be finished together, manpower is sometimes poor, I want to see his expression when he can't move and comes to his senses.

Unexpectedly, when Lao Hei's physical strength was exhausted at the critical point, when he launched the last attack on the burning golden sand layer in front of him, the tunnel collapsed!

I don't know if the sky is falling apart, or if the river is overturned, anyway, the entire golden sand layer has collapsed, and even I think the entire tomb has collapsed.

I seemed to be thrown into the drum washing machine, and it was like being thrown into the turbulent sea, wrapped in golden sand, constantly tumbling and then falling down, the feeling of weightlessness at great speed made me cry for help again and again, accidentally choked several mouthfuls of golden sand, in a panic, I covered my ears and closed my mouth tightly, curled up like learning to swim for the first time.

Along with the old black Gao Xiang, in my last memory before I fell into a coma, I saw that Gao Xiang actually had a pair of eyes without pupils.

I stood on the vast savannah, as quiet as the afternoon dusk, a heavenly fire swooping down on the earth from afar, piercing through the thick clouds and exuding maddening heat. A vague figure in the distance, lonely shrouded in firelight, her long hair bloomed into an inky poetic flower in the breeze like a waterfall, and the white dress fluttered wantonly, like a beautiful princess in an ancient fairy tale.

"Sister Fairy......" I read obsessively and silently.

The woman smiled back, and I tried to dilate my pupils as hard as I could, but I still couldn't see her face.

If it hadn't been if, it would have been a very beautiful dream, but unfortunately the dream was shattered and I woke up from the dream.

Fairy Sister......

I woke up like a broken heart, and I found that my heart seemed to be blocked by something.

I opened my eyes with the stinging pain all over my body, spit out the remaining golden sand in my mouth, and blew my nose hard, and the big bag on my head hurt badly.

He's dead? Or alive?

My skin was hot and painful, and I looked at myself who was a little cold, and my upper body was covered with dense blood marks.

What is this place? So quiet, so warm.

Is it still in a dream? Fairy Sister......

The surroundings were white, and I looked at them like flowers in the fog, and like a myopic eye with glasses off, and the visibility was extremely low.

I'm sure we're still in the grave, and I can't help but feel a pang of disappointment. Looking up, the ceiling of the chamber at least twenty or thirty meters high is full of moving cranksets and horizontal stone frames resembling beams.

It's just that these cranksets and beams are made of strange materials, glowing with a faint misty milky white light, as if they are wrapped in white cotton wool.

Near a crankset, I saw a hole, which must have been a tunnel that I had dug out with Old Black, for the only place in the entire chamber shone with a golden light.

I walked towards Lao Hei, and the ground was covered with scattered golden sand, and stepping on it made a creaking sound like walking in the snow, which reminded me of the golden armor that was all over the city.

My jeans were rotten into strands, and at first glance they looked like a piece of bamboo that had exploded in the middle, and I began to wonder how I had survived, but I was sure that Hei was not dead, and that he was alive and well.

Because his snoring was melodious and powerful, with the rhythm of a poet's chant, I kicked him, and he rolled over and waved his hand impatiently and snored, and did not wake up at all.

I pinched his nose and counted one, two, three, and seven seconds later, the old black crawled up.

I thought he would wake up, but I didn't expect him to wake up and suddenly pull out the whip in his waist and smash it at me, and in the thrill, I barely dodged it sideways, and reached out to hit him on the head: "Lao Hei, it's me." ”

The old black man grabbed the whip in a daze and swept it across me, and his mouth made a loud sound.

I squatted down to avoid the sweep of the old black, raised my knee and kicked his ass hard, this kick I used all my strength, the kick was very satisfying and enjoyable, it was a revenge for almost being killed by this thing.

There is a saying in our hometown that some people will go crazy when they are angry, and to deal with such a person, you only need to take a broom and beat his butt hard, and he will be sober.

Now Lao Hei should belong to the obsessive mind, suffocated by the death atmosphere of the narrow tunnel before, and there is no place to find a broom pimple in an emergency, so he can only use his feet.

And, from now on, I suspect that Hei has a severe phobia of the dark room, which will end his upcoming career as a tomb robber.

After being hit hard by me, Lao Hei jumped up with a snort and shouted loudly: "Second brother save me, second brother save me!" ”

I hurriedly went up and grabbed his arm and shook him: "Old black old black, get up, wake up." ”

Lao Hei saw me with sleepy eyes, and suddenly hugged me, I thought he was going to hit me again, and hurriedly put on a blocking posture, who knew that this guy actually hugged me and kissed me a few times, I pushed him away hard: "Hey, hey, hey, it's a passion play, right?" ”

Lao Hei still held my arm and smiled at me: "Where are we, you rescued me?" This king will reward thee, and reward the land, and the woman. ”

I frowned: "Don't, it's the king, your invincible power rescued the little brother, if you weren't crazy, maybe we would still be digging holes at this time." ”

Lao Hei looked around: "We won't die, will we?" ”

I shrugged: "Die? You think it's beautiful, you wouldn't want a scourge like you, but I don't know what this place is. ”

The surrounding area is foggy, and a faint white light surrounds the entire space, like a fairyland on earth.

I said, "Let's go, go around and see what's going on." ”

Lao Hei took out another whip and handed it to me: "Give you one, hold it." ”

I shook my head and pushed away the whip, and pulled out the crippled Lee Min Ho from the golden sand: "This is a good messenger, you should keep that one." The iron rod that has been put for 400 years is estimated to be rusty inside, and when I meet a villain, I don't knock others down with a stick, but the iron rod has become iron foam, and I don't dare to hand over the life I just picked up to this thing. ”

I looked around again, trying to find where Wang Dazhui and my coat were lost, but I didn't find it, and I shook my head at Lao Hei shirtless and walked.

Picking a random direction, the two of us entered the village like devils, holding weapons and hunching our waists to slowly expand around.