We were washed underground from the top of the sieve-like cave and separated from a few others. What I'm most worried about is the brindle, a scuffle at the bottom of the wind-eroded lake, one of the two brindle, seems to have been killed by the falling Qianjun stone eye, but there is still one, including the white-bearded fish king, should also be washed into the underground lake by the torrent, if Shirley Yang, Uncle Ming, and Ah Xiang encounter them, it must be more than lucky.

Thinking of this, the fat man and I didn't dare to slack off, ignoring the soreness on our bodies, and climbed from the top of the emperor's mushroom to the edge to look down at the terrain. Under the tall emperor mushrooms, there are countless high and low ground mushrooms, the color and size are uneven, looking down like a mushroom forest, many long-tailed dragonfly-like mayflies, like groups of white ghosts flying and shuttling in it.

In the distance is the second layer of the underground lake, when I just fell into the lake, I felt that the power of the water flowing to the east was very strong, it turned out that the underground lake in this huge cave was divided into two layers, there was a big drop between them, on the top of the dome-like cave, there were countless holes, the big ones were more than ten meters, the small ones were less than one meter, the lake water on the top, and the groundwater in the mountains, were poured down from those holes, and all the water columns flowed into the underground lake above. This is a sloping pot bottom, the east side of the ground is low, and when the first layer of water is full, a large curtain of water is formed, which pours into the second underground lake below, which is even larger, and the area with large water potential, black and white, is difficult to distinguish the whole picture.

If the rest of the people were still alive, it was likely that they had been washed up by the current to the second level of the underground lake, and the emperor mushrooms were growing not far from the second level of the underground lake. We were condescending, trying to find the missing Shirley Yang and others from a high place, but we only saw a few big fish jumping up in the water from time to time, and we could see half a figure somewhere. I told the fat man to stay here and look around, and then go down and look around the lake first.

I was about to go down with a paratrooper knife to pierce the mushroom, but I saw a person swimming up in the lake below, although he couldn't see his face clearly, but looking at the figure, it must be Uncle Ming. I saw Uncle Ming climb ashore, walked a few steps with difficulty, looked around, and walked straight into the mushroom forest under the emperor's mushroom, as if he also wanted to climb to a high place to see the terrain.

I said to the fat man, this old port farmer is really big enough, since he came here, let the fat man take care of him temporarily, and I will go to the lake to find the other two, and finally meet near the most obvious emperor mushroom.

I was about to leave, but suddenly saw Uncle Ming walking more than ten meters among the tall and short mushrooms, probably due to even frightened and overtired, unable to take a step under his feet, tripped and fell to the ground, fell a dog gnawed mud, lay on the ground and turned over, rubbed his arms for a long time and did not get up, it seemed that he was a little self-defeating.

According to the explanation, Uncle fell and fell, which was nothing, but his body was heavy, and he alarmed a nearby thing. The fat man and I were in the high place, and through the dim fluorescence, we noticed that the mushroom not far from him suddenly moved, and there was a black shell in it that was slowly wriggling. The black shell is a layer after layer of arcs, the body is very long, I feel a sigh in my heart, not good, like a big centipede, if it is really a centipede, how big is it?

Uncle Ming was lying on the ground on all fours, his mouth opening and closing as if he was talking to himself, probably complaining again, but he was completely unaware of the danger nearby. The fat man and I tried to shout at the emperor mushroom to be careful, but our voices were muffled by the sound of the water flowing nearby, and we couldn't hear it if we didn't speak closely.

My shotgun had been lost in the melee at the bottom of the wind-eroded lake, and only the pistol remained, but the fat man had lost little of his belongings, and the sporting rifle was always on his back. At this time, I raised the gun and wanted to shoot, I held down the body of his gun, although the range of the rifle can be far, but the caliber is not good, shooting here is useless, even if it is to warn him near Uncle Ming, it may not be able to save him. Once he saw the big centipede, he would definitely be so frightened that his legs would go limp, and he couldn't run out of half a step, so I was the only one who rushed down to save him. But the mushroom forest is full of dense mushrooms, although I can see Uncle Ming and the big centipede in the high place, but the vision will be blocked, and the fat man must be used as a lookout, and I must use sign language to point out the complex terrain in the high place, and use a rifle to cover the shooting at the critical moment.

Of course, this is an act of racing against time, and there is no time to deploy these plans, so he only said to the fat man to see me signal the action, and then stuck the paratrooper knife on the emperor's mushroom and slid down from the tilted umbrella cover. There are also some very tall mushrooms below, which are distributed in a trapezoidal shape, and when they encounter a place where the slope is too large to settle, they use paratrooper knives to slow down, and soon go down to the bottom. There is no floor here, and there is a full layer underneath, all of which are small mushrooms the size of fingers, and there are large mushrooms more than a meter long nearby.

I glanced back at the fat man above, who hung his rifle on his chest and waved his arms to play the flag for naval communications. This is all learned in Fujian before, it is very simple and intuitive, looking at his movements, the other party moves slowly, and then points out the direction.

I waved my arm to him, indicating that I had received a signal, and at this time a faint layer of mist appeared in the mushroom forest, and I was worried that the centipede would release poison, so I took out a gas mask from my carrying bag and put it on, held M1911 with both hands, lowered the muzzle, and quickly approached Uncle Ming's position.

After the fat man indicated a few directions, I found Uncle Ming lying on the ground, not far away there was a hissing sound, as if countless feet and claws were scratching, and people were stunned to hear, and the sound of the water here was weak, which was particularly alarming.

I approached quietly, trying to drag Uncle Ming up, and immediately ran away, Uncle Ming suddenly saw the gas mask, and was also startled, but then knew that it was his own person, stared at the dull eyes, smiled at me, and tried to struggle to get up, but it seemed that the two legs had become noodles, and he didn't obey the call. Anxious to get out of this dangerous area, I made a silent gesture to him, motioned for him not to make any noise, and carried him on his back.

But before I could take a step, I heard Uncle Ming behind me suddenly burst out laughing, and my heart was cold for most of the time. How could the old capitalists under the imperialist colonies have good people, this time it was really careless.

I immediately flicked my feet, fell backwards, and pressed Uncle Ming under my back, this time I used enough strength to estimate that I could crush the old gang peasant half to death, but Uncle Ming's laughter was non-stop, and the sound was already a little off-the-beaten, and the laughter was ten times worse than the woman's crying.

I thought to myself that this Hong Kong peasant was still laughing when he was dying, and suddenly remembered a poem, "The devil's palace trembles with laughter", fuck, it is the prerogative of revolutionaries to laugh out loud before dying, why should you old capitalist laugh, let you taste the iron fist of the proletariat of Hu Ye, and implement dictatorship for you, see if you can laugh or not. But then I realized that something was wrong, Uncle Ming's laugh came out involuntarily.

I hurriedly put a gun against Uncle Ming's head, and when I looked closely, Uncle Ming was already out of breath with laughter, his whole body was convulsing, and he was foaming at the mouth.

I looked around and found that where Uncle Ming fell just now, there were clusters of different small mushrooms, with a layer of green powder on them, and he licked it when he fell, is this the legendary laughing mushroom? The powder was so sharp that when it touched a little bit of the mouth, it became like this, and within a few minutes of laughing like this, it could kill someone.

I was in a hurry, and quickly whipped Uncle Ming's ear scraper, and then took out the Beidi Xuanzhu and put it on the tip of his nose. The smell of this northern Xuanzhu is very exciting, and when Uncle Ming smelled it, he sneezed a few times, and then he stopped laughing, but the muscles on his face were cramped with laughter, and he couldn't recover for a while, and his snot and tears flowed down his face, it was really a wolf to the extreme.

At that moment, a rifle bullet landed on a mushroom near me. I turned my head sharply and saw the fat man holding a gun on the emperor's mushroom and waving it constantly, as if to tell me to evacuate quickly.

A large mushroom shook nearby, and the large centipede with a black carapace came out. Uncle Ming's position was just exposed in front of it, I hurriedly took a few steps back, tore off the gas mask, first signaled to the fat man on the emperor's mushroom not to shoot, and then said to Uncle Ming in a panic: "Uncle Ming, I'm afraid this centipede behind you is going to eat you." If you sacrifice yourself to save me, I will never forget it for the rest of my life, and I will definitely burn more paper money for you when I go home. You are saving people and dying, you will definitely be able to achieve positive results, I congratulate you first. ”

Uncle Ming was stunned, and hurriedly turned his head to look behind him, and he was about to faint as soon as he rolled his eyes. I quickly pulled him up and said to him: "Okay, don't joke with your old man, as soon as that guy shows up, I can see that it is not a centipede, it is a large ball shrimp that only grows in the ground, and it is a vegetarian monk." Back then, our division didn't know how many of them had been dug up under the ground of Kunlun Mountain, which was very common. ”

Uncle Ming heard me say this, so he took a closer look at the thing behind him, a five or six meters long arthropod ball shrimp, this fat and thick beetle, with a pair of curved and hard antennae in front of its head, used to sense the path, the whole body is black, only the claws are white, and there are centipedes like centipedes under the thick body, this thing is very stupid, only eats underground fungi.

Uncle Ming let out a sigh of air, wiped his sweat, this old fortune was picked up from the ghost gate again, and he reluctantly smiled bitterly at me. I asked him if he had seen Shirley Yang and Ah Xiang.

Uncle Ming was just about to answer, when we suddenly heard the sound of claws scratching, we turned our heads to look, and saw that the body of the ball shrimp nearby shrunk into a ball, and the arc carapace wrapped it into a big tire. The green tendons on my head jumped, this is a posture to resist the enemy, there must be some kind of great threat nearby, I looked up to see the fat man in the high place. The fat man didn't need the flag anymore, he raised his arm and made a movement: "Danger, run back!" ”

In the undulating mushroom forest, the ball shrimp suddenly shrank into a ball, and the fat man standing on the emperor's mushroom also kept raising his arm, signaling an emergency retreat.

There was a sound of mushrooms shaking behind him, and it was heard that it was surrounded on at least three sides, except in the direction of the lake. I didn't bother to look back to see what it was, so I just ran all the way to where the fat man was. The fat man never shot, which means that those things are still far away from me, or have not pursued up, and when we climbed the trapezoidal mushroom mountain and returned to the emperor's mushroom, Uncle Ming immediately fell down, "Whoop Hoo" panted like a bellows.

The fat man and I took out our binoculars and looked back the way we came, and in the clearing of the mushroom jungle just now, hundreds of "Earth Guanyin" that looked like little foxes or snow rats appeared. This kind of guy has fur like a silver fox, sharp teeth and claws, is good at making holes, and because of its cry like a tiger, the scientific name is snow frog. However, they can only survive in hot springs or geothermal areas, and they are cunning and cruel by nature, and some people in Karamir commonly call them earth wolves, or earth goddess of mercy. Many local people have daily necessities made of this animal fur in their homes, which are extremely valuable. There are also in the Northeast, but the number is small, and the fur looks less like that of Kunlun Mountain, more like a weasel.

The large group of Guanyin was like a white wall, tightly surrounding the ball shrimp, they seemed to be disciplined, and no one acted rashly, just lying around in silence. After a while, a silver-haired Goddess of Mercy crawled out of the team, it seemed to be the leader of these Goddess of Mercy, only to see it stand up with its front paws, push the motionless ball shrimp with its claws, and then circle it twice, and then return to the team.

At this time, the rest of the Guanyin stepped forward one after another, and after approaching the ball shrimp, they opened their mouths at a very close distance and blew along the crack in the hard shell of the ball shrimp. After a while, the ball shrimp seemed to be unable to bear the itch, stretched out the constricted carapace, and without the slightest resistance, it was overturned by dozens of Earth Guanyin, facing the sky on its back, and could only be slaughtered.

Because the distance is too far, although there is fluorescence everywhere in this cave, but the light is also absorbed and weakened by the darkness of the underground space, the fat man and I can't see what evil tricks those Guanyin make, only to see that the poor ball shrimp is like a big prawn, and the shell is peeled off in an instant, revealing the translucent flesh inside, and the group of Earth Guanyin peeled the meat of the ball shrimp, carried it on their bodies, and carried it to the far corner.

The fat man and I looked at each other, lying on the emperor's mushroom, unable to speak for a long time. We don't care about the hundreds of Earth Guanyin, but the scene just now is definitely not an act that a beast like Earth Guanyin can do. Their habits are all in groups of three or five, it is rare that so many gather together, and they are orderly, the most incredible thing is that after they peel the ball shrimp, they do not compete for food, as if they are holding some ritual, and transport the food elsewhere, but these guys do not have the habit of storing food like termites, this behavior is too abnormal.

The fat man thought for a long time and said: "Maybe they know that prices have risen relatively much recently, and they want to stock up on some scarce materials, which is a group of people who engage in speculation." ”

I shook my head, and suddenly I had a sense of foreboding. In the human skin murals that record ancient rituals and legends, and the deeds of the world's enemy Orb King, it is mentioned more than once that the shaman of the demon kingdom can drive wild beasts and rule demon slaves. This kind of thing is not impossible, some herbs and recipes that have been lost in ancient times can indeed control the simple behavior of the beast.

I feel that those earth Guanyin are very unusual, they must be controlled by some kind of force, and those food are not for themselves, maybe near the underground altar, there is some kind of thing guarding the altar, and these minions may be carrying food for it. If Shirley Yang and Ah Xiang strayed into the altar and they were alone, it would be troublesome.

Seeing that the large group of Guanyin was far away, they probably went to catch other food. Uncle Ming finally took that breath, and I asked him if he could move around on his own, if he couldn't, he would stay here and wait for us, and we would get to the second underground lake to find the two people who were separated. Maybe there is a special substance on this emperor mushroom, and ordinary creatures dare not approach it, so it should be relatively safe to stay here.

Uncle Ming immediately expressed his attitude, when he was washed down from the temple by the water, he didn't see the rest of the people, relying on his water skills, and the rivers and oceans had also swam, so he didn't drink a few sips of water to save this life, and now of course they want to find it together, if Ah Xiang has three long and two short, he will not be blind. So we descended from the Emperor Mushroom and made a detour back to the underground lake, where there were more large mayflies, not only in the air, but also on the ground full of larval corpses that had not yet shed their shells, and the whole area was shrouded in a dead fluorescence.

There are also several huge natural tunnels around the lake, and the water from the underground lake flows in, forming huge dark rivers. And that's just the exposure, and the water system hidden deeper underground has created a huge intricate network of water.

Needless to say, one thing is clear to everyone, we are basically lost now, and we don't dare to go too far from the double-decker underground lake. The thought of the unknown area, the completely unfamiliar geology and landforms, including those strange insects that I had never seen before, the sieve-like arc top, easy to come down, difficult to go up, and impossible to go back from there, I felt a little worried when I thought about this. Shirley Yang was carrying flares and flare guns, and it was supposed that he should have used the guò tool to get in touch with us, but there was no movement...... I really don't dare to think about the worst.

This underground lake is very large, and we walked along the lake for a long time, but we did not walk a small half circle, and there was no trace of Shirley Yang and Ah Xiang. The fat man can still hold on, and he has that virtue at all times, that is, he is hungry, and he plans to catch and roast and eat everything he sees. And Uncle Ming was tired and hungry, like a deflated ball, so I encouraged them, saying that there must be good things in this underground lake, and I have long heard that there is a dragon pill refined by the Queen Mother of the West on the top of the dragon, maybe we can pick up a pot while walking, eat one grain as light as a swallow, eat two grains of rebirth, and eat a handful of longevity with heaven and earth.

The fat man said: "Commander Hu, your second political commissar is here to bluff us again, how can I listen to this set of words a bit like the fortune teller Chen Blind when he sells strong pills?" What kind of Longdan Immortal Pill do you mention now, if you can give me fried soybeans, I will be content. ”

I said to the fat man: "You are a small peasant, you are rich and peaceful, what is there to eat when you fry soybeans?" I'm really not blinding you, this underground lake is not ordinary water, what is this place? In feng shui, this is the top of the dragon, these waters are the brains of the ancestral dragon, I don't believe you go down and drink two sips to try, the nutritional value is higher than that of bean juice, and you can also relieve your satiety by drinking a few sips. ”

When Uncle Ming heard what we were talking about, he swallowed his saliva and said disapprerovingly: "The bean juice is very difficult to drink, I think I was in Nanyang, what haven't I drunk?" Of course I've drunk everything. We also pay attention to feng shui there, but is it true that where feng shui is good, water is nutritious? There's no reason for this, Brother Hu, you're a bit of a mess. ”

I thought to myself, didn't this Hong Kong farmer just now be scared like a third grandson? So he said to Uncle Ming: "Feng Shui is a piece of Feng Shui, it can't be passed on, it is a pseudo-learning in the end, how much do you old people know about the doorway here?" Let me tell you the truth, the water of this underground lake is not only delicious, but also worth a lot of money, and this lake is worth as much as the Chinese dragon vein is worth. It's not that Kunlun has the hair of the dragon vein, and without this lake, the Kunlun ancestral dragon is nothing. The ancients had a very appropriate analogy, without Xiangyang Jingzhou is not enough to use force, without Hanzhong, Bashu is not enough to be dangerous, and Henan cannot be in Henan, and the shape is also so. Since wind and water themselves are objectively existent, similarly, without these groundwaters, Kunlun Mountain would not be worthy of being the head of the dragon. Although except for the believers of the ancient demon kingdom, outsiders may not have seen this underground water system, but in almost all feng shui theories, its existence has been demonstrated, which is called the creation of heaven and earth, and the same principle of yin and yang. ”

After a big talk, Uncle Ming was speechless, but this distraction didn't make him feel too tired. If you are hungry, you can only endure it, and only when you find Shirley Yang and Ah Xiang, whose whereabouts are unknown, can you find a way to sacrifice to the Five Organs Temple. We looked at the black lake in the heavy lake, for fear that they had already been fed to the big fish, or had been washed into a deeper place, where could we find this black rumbling?

Just as we were anxious and about to look for those dark rivers, a flare suddenly rose from the center of the underground lake below. Flares hung in the air, illuminating the surface of the lake, and the frightened mayflies scattered everywhere with their tails of light, and the scene was as brilliant as fireworks bursting in the dark sky.

Uncle Ming and the fat man and I were pleasantly surprised, and we were surprised that we searched around the underground lake without success, and it turned out that there was a small island in the middle of the dark lake, which was indeed unexpected; The good news is that since the flares are fired over there, it means that Shirley Yang is at least alive, maybe Ah Xiang is by her side, but by the miserable white light, there is only a raised cone-shaped mountain on the small island in the lake, but there is no half of a figure, the light gradually weakens, and before looking closely, it disappears into the darkness in the lake.

Uncle Ming was shocked, since there was no one, who hit the flare? And why did it take so long to send a signal? This series of questions is nothing more than to say that maybe there are traps on the small island in the lake, which is to lure everyone to take the bait and go rashly, it is inevitable that people will be made dumplings, or should we think about it in the long run.

I ignored Uncle Ming's speculation, and while the flare was still hanging in the air, I raised my binoculars and took a closer look at the terrain in the lake. There was no one on the island, but I noticed that the angle at which the flares were fired was vertical, not the arc we usually use; In addition, the height is also incorrect, which indicates that the flares were fired from below the water level. There must have been a hole in the island in the lake, and they might be trapped in it, and without further ado, they had to swim over to support them.

The three of them sorted out the equipment on their bodies a little, took out the only remaining searchlight, and did not dare to delay for a moment, so they desperately swam to the island in the middle of the lake, but found that this lonely island in the lake, not only was there no trace of anyone nearby, but even there was no trace of a cave on the ground, only behind a rock, there was a dropped M1911 that had run out of bullets, and the bullet casings were scattered around, as if there had been a fierce battle, and the owner of the pistol was of course Shirley Yang.

This island is the size of half a football field, with a bulge in the middle, which is upside down like a trumpet, and the terrain is very peculiar. I looked at the rocks under my feet and said to the fat man and Uncle Ming, "This is an underground extinct volcano, and there is a crater above, if they are still alive, they may fall into the crater." After speaking, he ran up first, and the fat man dragged Uncle Ming to follow behind.

After running a few steps, I found that there were a lot of rotten cypresses scattered in the volcanic rock, and the nearby stone piles could also be seen to be artificially piled up. As he was walking, he suddenly saw a severed hand on the ground, the blood had not dried, it was a woman's hand, and he wore an auspicious ring on his finger, which was given to Ah Xiang by the iron rod lama.