Chapter 45: That's not old black at all

The coin bounced on the ground a few times, spun around, and once again stood upright on the ground, looking at us both as if mockingly.

My brain buzzed, and Lao Hei was also scared.

From the time the coin was tossed to the time it fell, three or four minutes had passed, and there seemed to be a pair of cold black hands invisibly catching it in the air, playing with it, and throwing it back.

"What...... What do you mean. Old Black had begun to speak uncomfortably, and his lips were purple and trembling.

I gritted my teeth, my whole body was like washing, I don't know if I was scared or hot, and the muscles on my face stiffened: "No, I don't know." I rubbed my face vigorously.

"What now?" Lao Hei's fingers were trembling, and his voice changed: "Trouble...... What's wrong with that thing? ”

My mind was a mess, and I felt that my eyebrows had been twisted: "What is the matter, that thing has never been broken!" ”

Ghost!

Such a heavy word slammed heavily on our hearts, and we understood each other, but neither of us could say it.

I clutched the whip tightly, and involuntarily moved closer to the old black, and in the darkness around me, I don't know how many pairs of black and cyan dry hands were waiting for us, ready to cut our throats at any time.

The strange stone monument, the mysterious Lechuan River and the Nai He Bridge across the river, all the scenes have become so hideous. If this is a tomb, then the owner of the tomb built such a strange bridge, and erected such a strange stone monument, and wrote such a shocking word, why did he?

Isn't the red-clothed Taoist priest Zhang Wuming, the owner of this tomb? The legend is above the three religions of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, the head of the emperor's teacher, but why is there such a grotto under the tomb!

Lao Hei also leaned towards me, and the candle was faint in his hand: "Think of a way, hurry up." ”

I didn't speak, I didn't know what to say, my fear was not much less than his, my mind came out of the river, like a high-speed engine suddenly rusted, these problems did not exist in my worldview at all, for a moment, I could not slow down.

Lao Hei gritted his teeth and said, "You have something to say." ”

I thought about it for a while, and said lightly: "Lao Hei, are you afraid of death?" ”

Lao Hei was stunned, and the corners of his mouth jumped: "I'm afraid that I won't see the treasure in this tomb before I die, I'm unwilling." ”

"I should have died five times, the first time I jumped from the red-clothed zombie, the second time I jumped out of the pool, the third time I fell into the water and drowned, the fourth time I sank into the water and committed suicide holding a stone, and the fifth time I was washed into the bottom of the river by an undercurrent." Death was a very difficult and terrible thing, and it has always hung over my heart, but now I say it, but it is extremely easy: "But I did not die after all." ”

The old black looked at me confusedly: "What do you mean?" ”

I raised my head and brushed the hair on my forehead: "I have already died five times, what am I afraid of?" ”

Lao Hei was silent for a while, and suddenly puffed up his chest: "This king has also died once, and I am not afraid of death!" ”

"Then don't be afraid! If we're going to die right away, we're all ghosts! If we can't die, then don't be afraid! I turned my head to look at the lonely bridge that had stood for I don't know how many years: "Now do you know what to do?" ”

Lao Hei suddenly turned around and strode towards the bridge: "Go!" ”

Some friends don't seem to be separated from each other, just like us, even if we die, we will move forward side by side, because as long as we have friends by our side, we have nothing to fear.

I also walked towards the bridge, and finally walked into the opposite shore that constantly attracted me, the other bank that seemed to be predestined in the dark, the other bank that was shrouded in mist.

Walking resolutely on the bridge, I couldn't help but frown again.

From a distance, these planks resemble bluestone slabs, densely arranged on the bridge. It wasn't until I walked on the bridge deck that I realized that the whole bridge was made of wood, the bridge slab was made of wood, the bridge body was made of wood, and the connecting rope connecting the bridge body and the bridge board was also a ring deed made of wood, and the whole thing was a wooden suspension bridge.

Maybe the river will rise often, or maybe the water vapor is too thick, and these planks are wet, and walking on them is dull and silent, but the Nai He Bridge, which looks like a stone arch bridge, is constantly shaking from side to side as if it is suspended on the surface of the river.

What's even more strange is that this bridge is not erected on both banks, but suspended in the air out of thin air, I can't see the other side, but the bridgehead we left has no support point!

If I had seen it earlier, I would have stopped myself from coming up, but by the time we stepped onto the bridge, it was too late to turn back.

When I turned my head to see the empty and suspended bridge, there was no bridge behind me.

Every time we take a step, the bridge behind us will automatically disappear, empty as if the stump was pulled off by a hacksaw, and the bridge under our feet is like an empty long sleeve after a broken arm, swaying on the river, very weird.

The old black tiger strode forward, I didn't see this strange scene, I don't want to call him, the matter has come to this, even if I tell him it is just to aggravate his sense of fear, I clenched the whip and looked behind me from time to time, although I said that I was not afraid, but something came out of the cold, it was still very terrifying.

The river was much wider than I had imagined, the bridge across the river seemed to be endless, and there was no end in sight after a long walk, and the planks under my feet creaked from time to time, and it felt like it was about to be disconnected, and the old black never looked back in front of him, I don't know what he was thinking, but the candle was almost burning to his hand.

I shouted, "Old Black, will you change the candle?" ”

Lao Hei turned a deaf ear and still didn't look back.

I suddenly remembered that we couldn't hear each other even if we weren't facing each other, and I couldn't help but look into the darkness, and if there were no candles, I was afraid that it would be so dark that I couldn't even see myself.

I ran to chase Lao Hei, the wooden plank crackled under my feet, such a loud sound, if Lao Hei is not deaf, then he must be able to hear it, Lao Hei is not deaf.

There was only three or five meters between the two of us, and after a few steps, we caught up with Lao Hei, and I slapped him on the back.

Under this beat, my brain was about to explode, my ears were buzzing, my eyes were black, and I almost fainted with fright!

I took seven or eight steps back, sat on the bridge, my legs trembling, my teeth clenched, my ten fingers trembling, and the whip almost slipped out of my hand and fell into the water.

That's not old black 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.) )