PS: PS: Happy weekend. Yesterday's Qixi Festival, I was afraid of stimulating the single dog, so I didn't send blessings. Don't blame.

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The sudden sound of footsteps was so piercing in an environment where even a needle could be heard. Not only did it break the silence, but it was like stepping on my heart with every step, putting a huge pressure on my heart.

I jumped up all at once, as if the pressure was so great that I had to move, I had to use all my strength to fight him.

Obviously, I wasn't the only one who felt this way, and at the same time as I jumped, I saw Jack jump too, and the fat man, who jumped straight from the ground to the rocks.

But at this moment, I seemed to hear a faint sound, like a blister bursting. Then the fire of fish oil burning, extinguished. The cyan cold light emitted by the two glow sticks shone on our bodies and faces, as well as on the ground in a small area, creating an eerie atmosphere.

"Who?!"

It was the fat man who spoke. It's not that he's calm, it's that he's the only one of us who can make a sound.

My throat was dry like a traveler trapped in the Sahara for half a month, and I couldn't make a sound with my mouth open, as if my vocal cords were broken. I didn't want to admit it, but I had to admit that at that moment, I was scared.

However, the fat man's condition is not good, his voice has a pronounced trill, and it is obvious that he is dying. There is another phenomenon that proves the fat man's mood at this moment, he is standing on the stone, right in front of my eyes, and I see one of his hands scratching at his belt. I grabbed it several times and didn't pull out the one-eyed flashlight.

"Huh."

A laughing voice came from the darkness. It's a woman's voice. The voice was a little dry, as if something was stuck in my throat, or like I am at the moment, stuck in the Sahara for too long and my throat was too dry.

"Xiao Ting?!"

The fat man shouted with surprise and surprise.

I think so too. There were only two women in the underground cave this time, and Tang Yumo was by my side. That other woman can only be Xiao Ting.

Jack and I were also excited, holding a glow stick and jumping on the stone, the source of the footsteps and 'hehe' sound was not far behind the stone, and it was estimated that Xiao Ting could be seen after walking a few steps. The fat man was even more excited, and if it weren't for the fact that the glow stick was in Jack's hands and me, he would have greeted him with a fart.

"Don't go over!"

Just as we were about to face Xiao Ting, Tang Yumo's equally trembling voice was heard, but her trilling voice was more obvious, but her tone was very resolute.

"It's not Xiao Ting. None of them could have made it here. It is impossible to get here earlier than we did. ”

Tang Yumo's words were like a basin of cold water. It drenched me through. It dawned on me that the direction of this sound was the upper reaches of the underground river, and at the end of this direction, there was no water in sight. Whoever it was, even if he had nine lives, couldn't have swam here from the water. As for walking along the side of the underground river to the end of the underground river and then around the flood dam, she can't be faster than us. Walk ahead of us.

So who is she?

I broke out in a cold sweat at this terrible thought. I don't have the guts of a fat man who has to distinguish between male and female even if he sees hell. What's more, it's obvious that it's a female ghost now. There is no need to distinguish at all.

"Grass."

It seems that the fat man also realized that the person who made the sound could not be Xiao Ting, but this misunderstanding angered him, let anger replace calm, and quickly pulled out the one-eyed beast flashlight from his waist.

'Smack. ’

As the flashlight shone out, on the shore not far from us, a naked man appeared. Graceful figure.

Perfect. is the only word I can use to describe her. If there is a perfect woman in this world, then I have seen it.

There is an author who likes to use stunning beauty to describe the most beautiful heroine, but at the moment, the word is weak. Because I have seen beauty without defects. It's even more beautiful.

It stands to reason that for a junior brother like me. I should have a nosebleed at the moment. However, what I was bleeding was sweat, cold sweat, a stream of water that flowed into my eyes.

We jumped up at the same time, as if we had springs under our feet, and we jumped several times in a row before stopping. We all jumped off that rock.

Of course, Tang Yumo couldn't have jumped off the stone, and she didn't jump, just staring straight at the woman on the riverbank.

She knows her, and every one of us knows her, just not as well as she does. Because the person Tang Yumo was staring at was Tang Yumo.

A naked Tang Yumo and a Tang Yumo who only showed his face looked at each other. And the three of us were just as far away from them, and our frightened eyes moved back and forth on the two Tang Yumo. At this moment, Tang Yumo's carcass couldn't attract more attention from me, and there was only one word in my mind that kept appearing. Hell yes.

"Twins?" The fat man poked me and whispered.

"Hell yes." The words in my head blurted out, but it wasn't an answer. What I'm thinking about now is how this unclothed Tang Yumo came here.

Tang Yumo, who was undressed, still had water flowing down his body, and his two white and slender feet stepped on the ground with two wet footprints. It was clear that she had swam ashore from the water. It is harder to convince me that such a weak woman can cross or swim here than it is for an ant to trample an elephant to death.

"You're stronger. Stronger than I thought. Tang Yumo, who was wearing clothes, suddenly said such a sentence.

Judging from his expression, Tang Yumo, who was wearing clothes, was very nervous, and his tone was also very unstable, and he seemed to be more nervous than us. The sweat from the cheeks is noticeable.

Tang Yumo, who was not wearing clothes, was calm and calm, staring at the other self opposite with Tang Yumo's usual cold eyes.

I shouted into the air; "What the hell is going on?"

I didn't know which Tang Yumo to ask, I was confused by the scene in front of me. The little trust that Tang Yumo had just built up with me was gone at this moment. I could only use my gaze to wander between the two Tang Yumo, hoping that one of them would explain it to me.

But there is one thing I can see that these two Tang Yumo are opposites, whether it is the one who is calm and composed, or the one who is in a cold sweat, they all have knives in their eyes when they look at each other, and they can't wait to cut each other in half.

"Follow me and good luck." Tang Yumo, who was wearing clothes, responded to me. "Also, take the damn eye off me!"

"Grass. I'm looking at her. The fat man's retort let me know that Tang Yumo, who was wearing clothes, was not talking about me in his last sentence.

"I'm talking about her." Tang Yumo's face was swollen and red.

Confrontation with the fat man, this has never happened to Tang Yumo, and even the entire Hakka village rarely has a head-on conflict with the fat man.

Fortunately, I have already turned my attention to Tang Yumo, who is wearing clothes, otherwise I will be embarrassed. The skin on my face is not as thick as that of a fat man.

At this time, Tang Yumo suddenly had an extra thing in her hand, which seemed to be conjured up like a trick, and I didn't even see when she took it. What I know is a Hakka homemade oil bomb.

Almost without waiting for us to react, Tang Yumo threw the oil bomb at Tang Yumo, who was undressed, and at the same time turned around and ran like the end of an underground river. (To be continued......)