Lao Hei took out an old newspaper, I used the same method to wrap the candle in the newspaper, and smeared the body of the newspaper with wax oil, this kind of wrapped candle, although it burns quickly, but it is not easy to extinguish, the role of the newspaper is equivalent to the wick of the candle, and it is actually the newspaper that is constantly burning.

I don't know if it's because the bridge continues to disappear, causing the bridge to constantly shake from side to side, Lao Hei and I are like drinking too much, a little untenable, and we have to fall off the bridge several times.

I could only hunch forward and move forward, Lao Hei was more frank, lying directly on the bridge and crawling forward, the candle whirring in my hand, the river under the bridge rolled black waves, and the wind was like a ghost crying, which made my scalp tingle.

Lao Hei shouted in front: "It's obviously a cave, where did the strong wind come from, it almost blows me up!" ”

At this moment, I had to believe that it was really possible to lead to hell, and the longing that had been subdued in my heart suddenly welled up again, and the fog on the other side was like a pair of baby hands, constantly teasing my heart.

I whispered, "This is hell, Nai Ho Bridge." ”

Lao Hei was in front, like a big donkey pouting his ass: "The hell of the fart, this whip in the hands of this king beats the god whip, beats the ancestor of the king of Hades, and beats the wild ghosts of the wandering souls, even if it really reaches the palace of the king of ......."

"Shut up and don't talk!" I suddenly whispered at him.

He stopped and looked back at me.

I pointed to the bottom of the bridge, there seemed to be something on the water that was squeezing to rush up to the bridge, although the candle was brighter than the one just now, but the bridge was still seven or eight meters above the water, I couldn't see it clearly, but the constantly surging thing was indeed real.

And the thing seemed to speak, whispering in a deep voice.

Lao Hei took the candle, lay on the bridge, stretched his head to look into the river, I was afraid that he would accidentally fall, pulling his legs behind, half of his body stretched out of the bridge, but also holding the candle to look down, I could only climb the bridge and pull him, I could not see the situation below.

I watched him for a while, and I noticed that he was shivering, his body was lying on the bridge deck, and he kept making strange noises, and I hurriedly pulled him up by the legs.

"What's going on?" I asked eagerly.

Lao Hei's lips were purple, his face was sallow, obviously frightened, and he opened his mouth, but his teeth chattered, and he only made a uh-uh-uh sound.

I took the candle from his hand, his fingers were so stiff that they almost broke it, I pulled it out with all my might, trying to get the whip from his hand again, but I couldn't hold it, his finger bones clicked.

While helping him smooth his back, I asked, "Don't worry, what do you see?" ”

Lao Hei sat on the wooden bridge, trembling all over, and it took a while to control his emotions, let out a few breaths, and glared at his eyes: "People...... It's people! It's all people! ”

My heart was suffocated, and my neck stiffened: "How is it possible, how can it be all human." ”

Lao Hei hurriedly got up, but because his legs were weak, he sat on the ground: "Hurry up, hurry up, they are climbing up!" ”

I was startled and said, "It's okay, they can't come up at such a high distance." ”

Lao Hei got up again, barely supporting his body: "It's a stack of Arhats!" It's densely packed with people, and there's no river down there! ”

"I'm rubbing! Let's go, let's go! "I held Lao Hei, and even dragged it for fear of walking slower and being caught by the strange things that climbed up below.

That's certainly not a human being, and I can only imagine what I can do on my own.

But the pontoon kept shaking, and as soon as the two of us stood up, we immediately fell to the ground, and I almost knelt to pick up the old black who was lying on the ground and sifted the chaff, and pulled him forward.

Lao Hei's legs trembled and he couldn't take a step, he was a big man of 1.85 meters, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist, I couldn't pull him at all, I scolded: "Coward, don't you say that you are not afraid of death?" Cowardice! ”

Lao Hei didn't refute, but he supported the bridge with both hands and followed me forward, his body couldn't help trembling, what kind of horror can scare a person who is not afraid of heaven and earth like this.

Actually, I was scared in my heart, but I can't say it now, I can't show it, I really can't think of what is going on?

Are dead people scary? After graduating from the old black forensic medical school, how could he be scared like this when he saw some dead people, things are definitely not that simple.

But when I saw his cowardice, my heart was full of anger.

Now that it's like this, isn't that just seeking death? kept saying that he wanted to leave quickly, but how fast could he get up at this speed.

I slapped him hard on the ass: "Can you still fight like a man!" If that's all you have to do, get out of the house before it's too late. Now that you're a puddle of mud, how can we get to the heart of the tomb, and how can we take out all their treasures. You cheer me up like a man. ”

Lao Hei was stunned, a pair of innocent eyes stared at me, and his pupils were infinitely dilated, which showed how afraid he was: "You...... You really didn't understand what I was saying? It's not a river down there, it's full of people down there. ”

"What if it's a human or a ghost?" I waved the whip and said, "How did they climb up and let him roll down." ”

Lao Hei didn't speak, he looked at me in a daze and didn't move, I wanted to slap him, but I couldn't do that when I thought about it.

People's courage is innate, not your three or two words of comfort, a few kind words can make a coward instantly become a warrior. No matter how brave a person is, his courage always has a bottom line, even if he fights on the battlefield and slaughters millions of generals, there is a moment when he loses his courage.

The brave have his courage, and so he succeeds, while the cowardly do not have the courage and can only wander timidly one step away from success, thinking about the dangers that lie in the fog, i.e. like us. I gritted my teeth, and the fear that took root and sprouted could not stop us from moving forward, let alone the bloody courage in my heart from breaking through the ground.

I shoved the whip into Lao Hei's hand: "Can you hold the candle?"

The old black looked at me and nodded.

"I'm going to see, what's the fuck down there? Scares you like this bear. ”

I leaned on the bridge and stuck my head out to look down.

At this time, I couldn't count on Lao Hei to pull my legs, the candlelight spread from the bridge to the river little by little, I stared closely at the black river, the river I thought was tumbling before, it was not the river at all, but the black fog, rolling into the distance one by one.

There was indeed water in the river, but it was like a stream, meandering downstream, making a rattling sound.

In the black fog below, the dense crowd of people is like ants hugging in a group and constantly climbing upward, in fact, it is more like a group of black maggots.

These are not people at all!

(Three watches every day, 5:00 a.m., 12:00 p.m., 6:35 p.m., new books need motivation, ask for recommendations, ask for collections, ask for rewards.) ）