Seeing this, I threw off the backpack in my hand, stepped over, and reached out to grab the fat brother's belt. Then the two men were in a triangle, at a strange angle, and kept their balance. I grabbed the rope with my other hand, and pulled it desperately, and the fat brother slowly returned to the right position. At this time, the fat brother's face turned white with fright, if it weren't for the rope, it is estimated that I would have been taken down together.

Before I had time to be afraid, the two white snakes had already come down the rope, and because of the thrilling moment just now, I also let go, and the first snake that flew was cut off by me with a scimitar volley. The second one was on my trouser leg, the pants were very fat, and they didn't bite the flesh, but they hung snake teeth, and I could even feel the venom spraying on my legs, and then I stabbed again, and saw the one hanging from the trouser leg in two.

The fat brother sat on the ground, panting, his eyes straight, and he hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

After I put away the rope, I lifted my trouser legs, quickly wiped my legs with a tissue, and rubbed off a small piece of skin, it seems that the snake's venom is a strong acid.

I looked up and looked around with my flashlight, trying to see what was going on here, to see if there was any danger. We found that at the end of the river near the cliff, the entrance to the cave where we came down, there was a mirror at a strange angle. It's still the same nameless white transparent ore, about the same size as the previous side.

I used to think it was natural, but now I feel more and more that it's man-made. I said to the fat brother, "Look at this kind of mirror, I feel like someone has deliberately installed it here, can you understand the effect?" ”

The fat brother seemed to be still afraid, and said quickly: "Whatever, let's hurry up to the end, it's better than anything, and if it goes on like this, sooner or later it will fall to death." ”

So I started to draw a simulated sketch of this sinkhole in front of the fat brother, and in the words of the fat brother, I drew a carved pen holder at that time. Then I said to the fat brother: "I think this sinkhole is like this, we can use a rope like just now, directly down from this side of the cliff, in fact, it is much safer than in the river, at least there will be no rockfalls." ”

The fat brother was resistant at first, but later, under my persuasion, he agreed to my plan.

I took out all the bundles of glow sticks, then broke two of them and threw them down against the stone wall. The one on the left stumbled directly into the pit, and the one on the right fell into the air. He also shone a flashlight to confirm that he could stand on someone's side.

When we were almost done, we pulled out our shoe covers and tied them up, and began to climb down as planned, towards the spot where the glow stick had stopped. The shoe cover is actually a steel toe that holds the toe and then is fastened with two leather straps through the heel through the buckle, and the shoe cover has long steel spikes in front of it, which with the help of a mountaineering pickaxe can be kicked into rocks and stand against the wall in the air.

In the same way, we cut down several times, and if the hole below was vertically below, it would be much easier to go down, and hang it directly with a rope. If it's not vertical, you're tired, so you need to go down to a parallel position and use a pickaxe and the steel head on your feet to move sideways.

In less than an hour, we had gone down fifty or sixty meters, although the speed of travel was not very fast, at least much faster than from the river, but the arms were very tired.

At the hole where the third mirror was discovered, we stopped to rest. Now we don't seem to be so afraid of this cliff.

I was at the entrance of the cave, with my legs on the outside, shining around with the wolf's eye electricity, and I found that at the entrance of our cave, on the side wall of a height, a large square hole was opened, seven or eight meters wide and about three meters high.

I pointed there and said to the fat brother: "Fat brother, look, it must have been dug by hand, and it will definitely not be so coincidental and collapse into a rectangle." ”

The fat brother and I exchanged places, looked at it carefully for a long time, and said, "Let's go over and take a look, maybe there is a downward passage inside, so we don't have to climb like this." ”

Since we were at the same height, we had to cross, and the rope could only play a safe role, and we had to climb sideways by our own strength, with a distance of about fifty meters.

It took a lot of determination for both of us to decide to hit the road. It was a long journey, and several times along the way, we hung ourselves on the cliff with climbing pigs to rest. I am also responsible for hanging a rope with climbing nails in front, and I will hang a nail after climbing a few meters, and the whole rope will be pulled horizontally from the cliff, so that the fat brother's waist can be hung on the rope with a much higher safety factor. The fat brother has been behind him, reminding me to save money, but in the end I used it up.

It took us about two hours to complete the 50-meter distance, and I was in great admiration for the athletes who were engaged in rock climbing. When I go back, I have to find a club, sign up, and practice hard.

By the time we reached the rectangular hole, we were so tired that we untied the rope from our waists as soon as we landed, and the unused lump was still on the ground.

As I climbed the cliff, one end of the rope was tied around my waist and knotted, and the other end was a coil of rope wrapped around my hand. In this way, you can untie the rope around your waist and pull it from the end where you put the rope to retract it. I didn't rush to collect the rope, in case we had to go back later, it would be much more convenient.

And I ran out of pitons, and I had to use them to hang the rope down, and if there was no road here, I had to go back the way I came, and take the pitons off.

The fat guy also followed, and we were so tired that we lay on the ground. I took out a bottle of water from the bag I threw next to me, and we both drank it in one gulp.

The fat brother was lying down drinking water, and he was choking and coughing. While coughing, he said: "If you don't work hard to lose weight, you will be sad to climb the wall." ”

I also sighed: "I have to exercise, or we will climb once a month in the future?" ”

The fat brother smiled and said: "I won't have such good luck next time, and if I encounter snakes again, my life will be in danger." ”

When I was almost done, I got up and sat down, observing the facilities behind me, blocked by a steep staircase. Now I am completely sure that this place was excavated by hand, but what I didn't understand is what kind of strange thinking the ancients had, no matter from top to bottom, it is difficult to reach here, and what is the purpose of opening a stone chamber here? It seems that you can only know if you go up the stairs and walk in.

The fat guy was still lying on the ground, and I patted my ass and got up, and walked up the stairs. The steps of the staircase were wide and high, and I climbed up with both hands and feet. It was dark when I went up, but as soon as I went up, I saw two torches on both sides of the stone room, and I immediately took out a lighter to light it, and sure enough, it was lit, and there was a crackling sound from the torches, which must have been coated with some kind of animal grease.

The fat brother looked for the firelight, carried two bags in his hand, and climbed up with great difficulty, and threw me a bag when he came up, and complained: "People don't know how to take things when they go." ”

With the light of the fire and the flashlight, it looks like a very large stone room, after entering the curvature of the wall, the wall is a two-meter-wide aisle to walk, the aisle is a deep pit below, the flashlight does not seem to be too deep, but jumping down must fall half to death.

On the curved wall, there are torches every few meters, and the fat brother and I each have a torch, along the aisle, one in one direction, one by one, lighting the torches.

At first, they walked slowly, and finally the two of them began to trot, and then finally it seemed that they were going to run faster than anyone, just like the opening ceremony of the Good Luck Meeting, as the torches were lit from both sides one by one, the entire oval-shaped stone chamber was slowly presented in front of our eyes.

Eventually, we met in front of a large tunnel, both of us panting from exhaustion.

The tunnel is very large, and it is also very possible to accidentally drive out a civil airliner.

Then we turned back and looked into the pit in the middle of the oval stone chamber, and I stopped breathing and sat down on the ground with my butt in a sight that I will never forget.