Uncle Ming's legs and feet were sharp, and he jumped behind me with a "poof": "Brother Hu, you ...... Do you see that? What exactly is that? It seems that it has been following us, and it must have bad intentions. ”

I waved my hand at Uncle Ming, signaled him to stop talking, and then pulled out my gun and aimed it at the black shadow behind me. The black shadow not far away gradually became clear in my eyes, as if it was a black hand, two sizes larger than the fat man's head. I felt my hand with the gun start to tremble, and since I entered the tunnel, I have been distracted, and for some reason, my heart has always been empty.

At this time, Shirley Yang and the fat man also ripped off the tape attached to their eyes. In the white tunnel, you don't need a light source to see what is nearby, but in this dim fluorescent environment, what you see in your eyes is also slightly hazy. I saw that more than ten steps away from us, there was a tunnel arc, and the slope was more obvious. The tunnel seems to have been twisted by some force, forming a figure of eight, and in the middle of the figure of "eight" near the top, a huge black hand appears on the white wall.

However, the shape of this hand was not very clear, and I didn't dare to rush over, so I just stood there and took out a wolf-eye flashlight and used a strong light to shine it. The beam of the flashlight fell on the black hand, which was not in the tunnel, but stuck to the wall, separated from us by a wall. The white tunnel had only a very thin, crystalline but strong shell, at least at the top, and the shadow of the black hand was particularly striking on the white, glossy walls that pierced the walls. As far as the eye could see, it was all white, except for the black palm, but the tunnel was twisting and turning, and there was nothing else to see.

Could it be that the footsteps in the tunnel, which come and go, are coming from that hand? But it is impossible for a human hand to be so huge, could it be the paw of some beast? I remember passing through the tunnel from time to time, I would feel a cool breeze overhead, maybe every other moment, there would be a gap in the top, and then I thought of the large group of Guanyin in the underground mushroom forest, and there must have been some kind of fierce beast near this altar, guarding the forbidden place every step of the way, watching everyone who entered the tunnel. The closed-eyed guò referred to on the relief of the stone gate is an instruction to the shaman, and the people who are cursed by the bottomless ghost cave do not treat you as a human being here, but are just a group of snake bones like cows, sheep, pigs and dogs.

Uncle Ming lowered his voice behind me and whispered to me what to do, I said to him: "Don't feel uncomfortable, this thing is just following us, maybe it won't do anything if it doesn't run back." What I'm saying is just maybe, if you don't believe it, go over and try it, go over and practice the 18th way to sweep the hall legs, and see if it responds. ”

Shirley Yang was naturally surprised when he saw the outside of the tunnel bend with a large black hand that was only motionless. I'll tell you the situation briefly, fortunately, we judged the high and low directions, otherwise once we turned back, I am afraid that we will already be in the tunnel, and now there is no other choice, don't care what is behind, but continue to move forward.

So everyone turned forward with apprehension, and the stone wall at the end was already near, but as soon as they moved, they heard a loud "bang" in the whole tunnel, like a muffled thunder. My heart trembled, and I hurriedly looked back, only to see that on the top of the tunnel behind me, there was another big black hand, and as soon as we stopped, it stopped moving, but it was evident that the moment we were moving forward, it also took a step. The tunnel is very close to the sound, and the sound is particularly shocking, and it may be from which the thunder mountain gets its name.

Now that I have opened my eyes, I feel even more panicked, and when I have the tape on my eyes, I can at least comfort myself -- it was all the sound of the stone, but now I know that something is really following behind me, but I still deliberately turn a blind eye, which is really a bit difficult.

The fat man said that we are now a bit like the partisans who were escorted to the execution ground in a Yugoslav movie, followed by the officers of the SS.

I said fatty, your analogy is very inappropriate, aren't you cursing us to go and have no return? To say that we are Song Jiang and Dai Zong of the Shangjiang Prefecture Law Field, we can still count on the underworld accomplices, like some kind of white stripes in the waves to rob the Law Field.

At this time, everyone's mood was very depressed, although the fat man and I pretended not to care too much, but we knew in our hearts that this road was really going and there was no return. When it came to the end, I calmed down. The tunnel has indeed come to an end, and the walls around it are filled with eye-opening symbols. All the crystalline stones here are twisted at an incredible angle, and although the natural creation can be said to be miraculous and varied, the terrain here is still too special.

A large twist-shaped white rock, more than a meter high from the ground, could not describe what shape it was, it seemed to be square and round, and in some places it looked like some complex geometric figures. The stone is completely distorted, and it is not in one direction, some parts are clockwise, some parts are counterclockwise, so it feels like a twisted flower. There were some black, crumbling pieces of rotting wood outside, and it may have been a wooden structure that once surrounded the strange rock, and it was possible to climb up to it.

I climbed to the top and looked inside, this was originally the mouth of an inclined well, and the depth was white and boundless, and there was no bottom in sight. There were steps at the mouth of the well, but they were all worn down into a slope, and I don't know how many slaves had been taken captive from here as sacrifices.

Everyone discussed, let's go, even the eighteen layers of hell inside have to go down, this catastrophe can't be mixed up anyway. So the fat man tightened his mountaineering helmet and the rest of the equipment on his body, and he took the lead again. I saw that he was climbing up in an awkward position, but before I could remind him, he was already stabbing down with his head down.

Then there were Uncle Ming and Shirley Yang and Ah Xiang, and they followed one after another. I was left alone in the white tunnel, and I immediately felt empty and lonely, so I hurried up to the mouth of the well again. Before going down, I glanced up at the black handprint in the depths of the tunnel, and suddenly I saw that at some point, a shadow of a face appeared between my hands, the outline of my nose and mouth could be seen, but this face was only the lower part, except for the eyes and forehead.

The black face became clearer and clearer in the crystalline stone, as if it were in the stone in the tunnel at all. The upper part of the face was also emerging, and just as I was about to see its eyes, my feet slipped on the stone ridge, and I didn't stand firm for a moment, and I slipped down the slope to the bottom.

This passage in the well is very spacious, with inverted horns, narrow mouth and large bottom, like an extremely thick underground natural geode. The whole is arc-shaped, the slope is about forty-five degrees, there are some slightly protruding steps at the beginning, and there are countless simple stone troughs dug by hand on the lower slope, which are used to pedal, shallow and slippery, and the wear is too bad, most of them are almost flat, once you slide down, it is equivalent to taking the slide, and it is difficult to stop until the end. I lay on the ground with my head and feet sliding down, the crystal stone in the cave was brighter than the mirror, and my own shadow was everywhere, and the speed of the slide was so fast that my eyes were about to spent.

I was worried that if there were more prominent stone steps below, I would break the ribs in my chest, so I quickly turned over and put the half-empty rucksack on my back, and when I encountered a place that was too slippery, I used a pickaxe to slow down. I don't know how deep the slide was, but the crystal slope finally calmed down.

As soon as I slipped out of the hole, I found that only Ah Xiang and Shirley Yang were standing at the entrance of the cave, and the fat man and Uncle Ming were gone.

A few meters ahead, the terrain turned into a downward right angle, and my heart sank, the fat man and Uncle Ming should not fall under the cliff again? Regardless of the pain on her body, as soon as she came together, she first looked at Shirley Yang's face, hoping to get the news that the two people were safe and sound from her gaze. But Shirley Yang looked worried and shook her head at me. She came down after the fat man and Uncle Ming, and due to the effect of inertia, she almost fell below, thanks to her quick hands and quick eyes, she used a mountaineering pickaxe to hang a nearby piece of mica, so she didn't fall down directly, and then stopped Ah Xiang who followed down.

I was even more worried, and I was busy checking the section of the stratum, only to see that the place where we were was was an amazingly large crystal mine, dozens of meters high, on the dome, from time to time seeping water droplets, as if the lake water was hanging overhead. The crystal veins criss-crossed, and the top of the head was full of clusters of crystals that stretched downward, and when people moved below, there were countless shadows swaying on it, as if they had entered an inverted mirror maze. We stood on a platform at the entrance, white clouds beneath our feet. These clouds, like white fog and water vapor, are the stone smoke produced by the alienation of the crystalline body of the orogeny, which is lower than the density of crystal dust, odorless and tasteless, condensed but not dispersed, and all maintain a constant height, dividing the cave into two from the middle, cutting it into two layers, and the bottom is like a lake formed by white clouds. Because I couldn't see what was going on, it was obscured by the stone smoke, which made the cave appear flat and wide, but it didn't feel very depressing.

In this sea of clouds, a topaz-like mountain emerges, and the platform at the entrance is connected to the top of the jade mountain, and there is a stone path in the sky. It was a thick vine like a half-fossil and half-vegetative, which had been built into a section of the sky beam for general use, and it was still very strong when I stepped on it, standing on it and looking down, the soles of Yunsheng's feet, I couldn't see the terrain below, it was an abyss, a waterhole? Or is it like the top of the head, all dense crystals? The fat man and Uncle Ming definitely didn't stop and fell below. I asked Ah Xiang if I could see below, but I saw that Ah Xiang's eyes were swollen with tears because they were stuck with tape before, and her eyes were blurry, let alone looking at other things, and now I can't count on her for anything.

Shirley Yang and I shouted down a few times, but there was no response, and we were even more worried. I was thinking about where to find someone, but I suddenly heard the fat man's shout from under the clouds: "Commander Hu, hurry up and put the rope down to pick me up, my ass is broken into fucking eight petals." ”

As soon as I heard the fat man say this, I immediately relieved my heart, and I could judge from the sound that there was not much depth below, and we were not far from the top of the fat man's head. I said to the fat man, "Where shall I find you a rope?" Now I won't rush to find the bark and rub one. Can you find a place to climb up on your own? By the way, how is Uncle Ming? Did it fall down the line too? ”

I only heard the fat man shouting under the thick stone smoke: "Gangnong's mountaineering helmet fell off, and his head hit the crystal below, who knows if he is dead or alive." There is a stratus cloud in the middle of this place, and the ghost place below is all mirror-like stones, and when I move my arms, I shake in all directions. I can't even find the north now, and I hit the wall when I move, let alone find a place to climb out. I said you hurry up and find the rope, Uncle Ming will almost collapse this place when he falls, maybe we will have to sink into the lake to feed Wang Ba in a while. ”

As soon as I heard that Uncle Ming's head had hit a stone, and there was a danger of collapse below, I knew that the situation was not good, but the climbing ropes were all lost on the way, and there was no rope available.

Shirley Yang suddenly thought that he could use the load-bearing belt and armed belt that he could carry equipment on his body, which everyone had on him, which could be disassembled and connected together, and it was strong enough, so he hurriedly took action. After hanging down the load-bearing belt, first let the fat man put all the ropes and straps of him and Uncle Ming, which were strong anyway, and connected them with our straps, first hoisted the fat man's backpack and rifle, and then tied up Uncle Ming and hung them up.

Uncle Ming's face was covered with blood, and when I reached out and touched it didn't look like blood, I couldn't help but immediately complain: "Oh no, Uncle Ming has returned to his position, and his brains are flowing out." As soon as Ah Xiang heard that her godfather's brains were flowing out, her nose was sour and she started crying again.

Shirley Young said: "Don't talk nonsense, it's blood, heme is starting to change. He still has a heartbeat, maybe he just fainted, or he should be bandaged first. ”

I bandaged Uncle Ming and persuaded Ah Xiang: "Don't cry, you can't die with this bit of blood, at most you will have a concussion...... Minor concussion. ”

The fat man waited anxiously at the bottom: "I said you still don't care about me?" If you want to mourn Uncle Ming, get me up first, how good is it for us to cry together? ”

Only then did I remember that the fat man was not better than Uncle Ming's bones, and it was not so easy to hang him up, so I hung down the load-bearing belt: "I can't pull you, I can only play a cooperative role, you have to exert some subjective initiative." ”

The fat man pulled the rope below and shouted, "Although my whole body is full of that subjective initiative, I am not a jet, and it is impossible for me to jump directly on it." ”

I pulled the load-bearing belt towards the stone wall on the side of the stone path beam, and the fat man had a direction to guide him, and crawled up and down the bottom, turned out of the crystal maze, grabbed the depression protrusion on the stone wall, and I and Shirley Yang dragged him the top, and finally climbed up. He fell not lightly, although he was wearing knee pads and elbow pads, his tail bone also hurt badly, and he couldn't slow down for a long time.

The blood on Uncle Ming's side also stopped, and I touched his pulse to be quite stable, but I didn't go to the altar to lift the curse on his body, I am afraid that he would be the first to return to his place. The so-called same disease is connected, and I can't leave him alone, so everyone took a little breath, and the fat man carried Uncle Ming on his back, and stepped on the sky beam hanging on the clouds and walked up to the pale yellow stone peak. The terrain here is a very neat semicircle, and a line of flag clouds on the top is fluctuating, giving people a sense of mystery in the ethereal nature of the mountain. In the crystal veins above the head, there are ghost-like lights flickering from time to time, flickering and disappearing, as many as hundreds, looking like a star.

On the pale yellow mountain, where the color is slightly darker, it seems to be an old face, but it can't be artificially cultivated, and you can't see what kind of geological structure Shifeng is in the near distance, like jade and like fossils, and occasionally you can hear the crisp sound of flowing water in the depths. This underground peak may be the angry and condensed dragon pill in the eyes of a feng shui sorcerer.

From time to time, I looked back at the situation behind me, the handprints in the white tunnel, did not follow in, but the way was completely cut off, but at the moment I couldn't think about how to deal with it when I went back. I didn't tell the crowd about the last scene I saw in the tunnel, so as not to increase their pressure.

The end of the sky beam goes straight to the belly of the mountain, the internal space is not large, there are two pools on the ground, the walls are carved with hideous evil ghosts, and there are dozens of vigorous and ancient white stone figures on both sides, slightly taller than ordinary people, each holding a stone ang like a large sea bowl. I remembered that in the ritual depicted in the human skin mural, the eyeballs were gouged out and put in such a vessel, so I looked into the stone, but there was nothing.

At this time, the fat man put Uncle Ming on the ground to rest, and Uncle Ming woke up, but he was a little delirious and confused, and he would shake his head if he didn't say anything, and he didn't even know his own goddaughter.

There are also a few smaller caves in the altar, which are extremely religious. I took out the phoenix gall, the head of the king, and asked Shirley Yang if he had found a way to use it, because the night was long and there were many dreams, and it was best to end this life-and-death matter as soon as possible.

Shirley Young was staring ahead, there were strange and bizarre carvings all around, there were human-shaped grooves on the ground, it was the appearance of spreading limbs, it seemed to be a place of execution, too many people had been killed over the years, soaked in blood, the stone groove had turned dark red, and it was cruel to look at it.

I asked Shirley Yang twice before she came back to her senses, her face was gloomy, she took several deep breaths without speaking, pointed to the stone slabs, and motioned for me to see for myself.

Although I am not familiar with these ancient mysterious rituals, the wall carvings here are very intuitive, and even I can see that I am not far from ten, and after only a few glances, I also feel that breathing is starting to become difficult. I pointed to the black-red humanoid stone trough and asked Shirley Yang, "If you want to hold a ceremony, you need to kill at least one living person as a sacrifice, without this sacrifice, none of us can leave alive, but who can sacrifice casually?" Do you want us to draw a lot of life and death? ”