Shirley Yang has always attached great importance to team spirit, and always believes that everything between the three of them should be open and honest, and when he saw me muttering to the fat man again, he asked me, "What were you two talking about just now?" ”

I was most afraid of being questioned by Shirley Yang, so I had to do it again, took out the Chicago typewriter from my backpack, handed it to Shirley Yang and said: "The road ahead may be dangerous, I will give you this submachine gun first, if you encounter any accidents, don't hesitate, just pull the trigger and just shoot." ”

Shirley Yang didn't answer, took out the 64 style and said to me, "It's enough to have this pistol for self-defense." I voted for the Democratic Party, so I don't believe in guns very much, I think weapons sometimes can't solve the problem of a qiē, m1a1 is still in the hands of you and the fat man, can play a bigger role. ”

The fat man couldn't wait, and urged Shirley Yang and me to hurry up. So we hurriedly took out the gas mask and some things used to deal with the zombies, as well as the gold mask and other sacrificial utensils found in the jade coffin, all of which were put into the carrying bag, and the fat man carried the rest of the equipment, and according to the terrain on the fossil altar, we found the direction of the exit of the gourd cave.

This time, there is no armed swimming, and there are many fossils of fallen ancient trees, some of which are connected together, and there are occasional gaps in the middle, but they can be crossed by themselves, so that they don't have to worry about being secretly attacked by the underwater female corpse.

Walking out more than 100 meters to the west, the red stone walls around it suddenly converged. If the cave we are in is really in the shape of a large gourd that is upside down, then now we have come to the position of the middle interface of the gourd. This qiē is exactly the same as the grinding and painting records of the ancient Yi people on the fossil altar.

The rhizomes of the thick plants that descend from above are becoming scarce, the air is no longer as hot and humid as before, and the interface between the middle of the two large red caves is in sight. It's just that the stone wall here is as slippery as a mirror, and in the last ten meters of distance, there are no fossils of ancient trees to settle down, so we had to wade through the water, and use a mountaineering pickaxe to chisel into the slippery rock wall, and the three people pulled each other and climbed up to the junction in the middle of the gourd hole.

The water level of the groundwater just cuts to the bottom of this narrow hole, as if the gourd hole is inclined downward at an angle of 25 degrees, and after the groundwater flow passes, there is a drop, forming a waterfall with a small water flow. I grabbed the hole and looked down with a wolf's eye flashlight, the slope was steep and curved, much deeper than I expected, and I couldn't see the bottom at all. The safest way is to secure the hole with a rock wedge, then lower the rope and lower it with a safety bolt.

I asked the fat man to install a rock wedge and a climbing rope, and the fat man asked, "Old Hu, is there really a thousand-year-old zombie poison in this cave?" Do black donkey hooves work? We've never tried it before, so what if it doesn't work? ”

I said to the fat man, "How many people have never encountered zombies in the ancient tomb?" Maybe we're one of the few people who have never encountered a zombie. As for whether the black donkey's hooves can restrain zombies, we are all hearsay, but since it is a means passed down by generations of predecessors, it must also be more reliable, but it really doesn't work, don't we still have the old beauty m1a1? So don't worry. ”

With the interval between fixing the rock wedge and installing the climbing rope, I asked Shirley Yang if her ancestors had many inverted bucket masters, and they must have encountered zombies in many tombs. If it works, what principle does it use to restrain zombies?

Shirley Yang said to me: "I can make a bet with you, the mountain gods in the cave will not be zombies, the reason I have just said, even the Yi people, will not worship the corpse as a god of mountains and rivers, this custom is not in China's ethnic minorities, and other countries do not have it." As for the black donkey's hooves being able to subdue zombies, this is true, probably just the effect of static electricity, maybe something else can replace it. Water can carry a boat, but also can overturn the boat, according to legend, the black donkey's hooves sometimes have the opposite effect, if there is no corpse that touches the black donkey's hooves, it will stimulate it to accelerate the change, which I don't know if it's true or not. ”

After listening to this, I felt a little relieved. Now this cave is the place where the Yi people used a long pole to hang the big toad into it, and it is quiet and dark, like a static dark world, and it seems that there is no sign of life at all, which is completely different from the active cave we just passed. The gourd holes at both ends are just separated by a five- or six-meter-long interface, but they are judged to be like the two poles of life and death in the two worlds of yin and yang.

At this time, the fat man had already prepared the climbing rope, I first threw a cold firework downward, and when I saw the height clearly, I put on a gas mask, put on the M1A1 on my back, and slipped down the smooth red stone wall along the climbing rope that had been lowered.

The concave arc-shaped rock wall under the entrance of the cave has been repeatedly washed by the groundwater, and it is slippery and abnormal, and it has fallen for about ten meters before it reaches the end. Beneath your feet are large expanses of wet superimposed rock, flanked by groundwater.

I looked up, and in the darkness I could only see the spotlights on the helmets of the fat man and Shirley Young, and nothing else. I signaled to them that it was safe to come down and that they could come down.

Shirley Young and the fat man received the signal and slid down with the zipline, and the fat man came to me and asked, "Have you seen any zombies?" ”

I said to the fat man, "Why are you still looking forward to meeting zongzi?" Don't say this kind of taboo in the future, what if that old zombie can't stand people's chatter and suddenly runs out? ”

At the moment, the three of us, each armed with our weapons, left the deep water in the middle and groped our way through the darkness to the edge of the circular cave. The water in the center of the cave was extremely deep and deadly, and there were countless red stalagmites hanging upside down from the dome, flanked by superimposed rock formations jutting out of the water that one could walk on. The red stones were seeped into a translucent color, and the light from the spotlights shone on them, creating a faint reflection.

Tiny plankton can occasionally be seen on the surface of the water, and no signs of poison are visible. I can't help but be a little glad that after thousands of years, I am afraid that the things that used to use this place as a nest are long gone.

After walking less than a few dozen meters, I suddenly found a cold and dim white light on the water in front of me, I quickly waved my hand, and the three of them immediately hid behind the rocks and lurked, turned off a qiē light source on their bodies, and stared at the ghostly cold light in the dark.

The flickering light in the water, from far and near, seemed to be a dead body. I whispered to the fat man next to me, "I see that the female corpse in the water doesn't seem to have noticed us, you aim first, give it a shot, and then let's take advantage of the chaos to rush over and dismantle it." ”

The fat man never shirked the matter of shooting, put down the Chicago typewriter in his hand first, took off the rifle behind his back, and aimed at three points in a kneeling position. Some of the floating corpses had already surfaced, some were still underwater, and their arms and legs were bent down on their backs. This posture is indescribably awkward, as if the joints have been broken; What's even more bizarre is that they don't seem to be controlled by buoyancy in the water.

More and more female corpses floated out of the water, and in less than a few minutes, I don't know where so many dead floats came out, even behind us, and there were thousands and hundreds. Death drifted out of the ghostly white light, and the originally dark cave was lit up by those ghost fires, but this light made people feel like falling into a cold ice hell, and they couldn't stop their whole body from trembling.

Shirley Yang whispered to me and the fat man, "These floating corpses seem to be gathering in an area, and they don't seem to be coming at us......"

Seeing that he was surrounded by dead drifters in the water, the fat man became anxious, pulled the bolt of the Chicago typewriter away, and said with a fierce face: "I think eighty percent of them are going to get together and join forces to deal with us." The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers, Lao Hu, what are you waiting for? Do it. ”

I pressed my hand on the fat man's shoulders and pressed him behind the rocks to prevent him from acting rashly, and the three of them lurked behind the rocks to watch the movement of the floating corpses. At this time, most of the entire cave was illuminated by the floating corpses that emitted a strange light, and the bottomless groundwater was layered on top of each other, and I don't know how many dead floats there were. I was a little panicked in my heart, and I only thought in advance that with an American submachine gun in hand, I could deal with it as much as possible, but I never expected that there would be thousands of dead floats in the water here, and even if we had ten times more ammunition, I was afraid that we would not be able to deal with it. The muscles in my head jumped.

Fortunately, the dead drifters were about the same as the logs in the river, and one by one, they were ignorant and ignorant, slowly gathering towards the deep water in the middle of the cave. We held our breath and didn't even dare to breathe. Where did these many female corpses come from? If it is said that it is an ancient corpse thousands of years ago, how can it be so well preserved in the water and not decay at all? Looking at the hazy and clear plump body, which is not much different from a living person, what is the reason for the cold blue light emitted from the corpse? I couldn't figure it out, so I suppressed my heartbeat, hid behind the dark rocky shadows, and watched with wide eyes.

I slowly realized that the dead drift might have come up from the deep water and gradually gathered. In the most concentrated place, there is a large cloud of red gas floating above the surface of the water that connects to the surface of the water, obscuring the oppressive blue light. Groups of dead drifters aimed at the red cloud and scrambled to get in.

The large cloud of red smoke was like a brightly colored red paint, and there was something in it that could not be seen, but it was like a bottomless hole, and a large number of floating corpses had been sucked into it, and there was no sign of filling it up.

The red cloud is probably the poisonous gas recorded in the altar mill painting, but the grinding painting has changed color, so at first we thought that the poisonous mist that erupted from the cave was black, but now it seems that it is so vivid. The color of the poisons in the world is often proportional to the toxicity, and the more bright red and green, the more colorful things are, the more toxic they are. If we hadn't all worn gas masks in advance, it would inevitably inhale the poisonous mist into the seven orifices and poison us to death.

It is strange to say that so many dead floats in the water and squeezed into a pot of porridge, but there is only a very faint sound of running water, and there is no other sound, all this qiē is carried out in silence.

Shirley Yang whispered in my ear, "There seems to be something in the poisonous mist, probably the original form of the mountain god master." For some reason, these floating corpses in the water were attracted by the poisonous mist, and kept floating into it, and once they entered, it seemed to be eaten. ”

I said to Shirley Yang: "This is really evil, no matter where the mountain god is, according to his way of eating, how many female corpses must be enough for him to eat for so many years?" Who are these corpses? ”

The fat man lay on the ground, shrugged his shoulders and said, "God knows, the devil knows." But those floating corpses don't seem to be wearing clothes. It's a bit far away from here, and it's vague to see, so let's get closer to see it clearly, but then think about how to deal with it. ”

Shirley Yang waved his hand downward again and again, asked us to speak a little lower, pointed to the west and whispered: "None of this is important, the only plan for now is to take advantage of the moment when the mountain god eats the female corpse, let's sneak over from the side, don't alarm those ...... Stuff. ”

I have no interest in whether the mountain god is an old zombie or a mountain spirit water monster, it is best to go around and go out from the gourd mouth without the god knowing, after all, our goal is to sacrifice the dust beads in the king's tomb, not to make it difficult for the mountain god in the gourd cave.

We separated our guns, each took a long spear, and pressed against the wall of the gourd cave, not daring to turn on the tactical spotlights on our mountaineering helmets, and just shrank in the shadow of the wolf's fangs of the translucent rocks, and slowly moved forward like in a movie slowing down. There are many large and small gravel in this cave, and if the movement is a little larger, it will make a noise, and the three of them inevitably add a twelve-point caution. We all know the iron law of tiptoeing and sneaking, and we must not be impatient, but we carry too much equipment and equipment, and the result still goes wrong.

We all carried guns, the fat man and I carried a Chicago typewriter, and Shirley Young carried a "sword power", and I don't know whose butt scraped a rock.

The stone fell straight into the water with a "plop" sound, and in the silence of the cavern, the small sound was amplified tenfold by the dome-shaped walls. The countless floating corpses on the surface of the water stopped, as if the female corpses had been alarmed by us and were staring at us.

I thought to myself, "It's over." But there was still a hint of luck, and the fat man Shirley Yang lay on the spot, not daring to move, only hoping that the mountain god in the red poisonous mist would not notice, let alone look over there.

I lay on the ground, scolding in my heart, but I can't rely on the government for my hard life, I can't complain about the society, and it's useless to complain about bad luck now.

The fat man pricked up his ears to listen to the movement over there, but it was always a dead silence, and he was suspicious in his heart, and he gestured to me. I couldn't see his movements clearly in the dark, but we had been together for many years, and we knew each other's intentions very clearly, and I knew that he probably wanted to ask me, "Is there an old zombie in the red mist?" ”

I shook my hand slightly, signaling the fat man to stop moving, and I sweated in my palms, just hoping to get through the current hurdle.

In fact, my heart is also full of doubts, I ask myself to learn the secret art of feng shui in my life is also extraordinary, looking at the terrain here, it is really like a gourd, thinking that the "gourd hole", "sleeping cow land", "Tai Chi halo" (also known as dragon halo), are all fairy holes in feng shui. This cave resembles a gourd, although it is strange, but since ancient times, the Qing Wu sorcerer has said: if the real dragon really lives, what about the strict and clumsy, a high mountain and flat land, the real eyes of the gods but the mark. Although the shape is strange, it is a real treasure.

How can there be zombies in such a place? If the thing wrapped in the poisonous fog is not a zombie, how can it survive thousands of years? If it weren't for the thousand-year-old zombies, where would there be such a vicious corpse poison? What's more, looking at the appearance of those dead drifters, it's not strange that the corpses have changed. I've heard that zombies can smell people, but I don't know if it works if we wear gas masks.

I was thinking wildly, not paying much attention to the movement near the surface of the water, when I suddenly felt a pinch on my arm by Shirley Yang, and I immediately came back to my senses. I only heard the sound of rubble at the water's edge, as if many people were stepping by the river, and the light reflected in the cave by the dead drift also became flickering, as if something in the water had moved.

I know that what should come will come eventually, but sooner or later, it seems that the other party has already sensed our existence. I decided to strike first, turning my body slightly, facing up instead, with the Chicago typewriter's bullet already loaded, quietly waiting for what was about to emerge from behind the rocks, ready to greet it with a storm of bullets. The fat man and Shirley Yang beside me were also ready to attack without making any movement.

In the heavy gas mask, I listened to the sound of my own breathing very heavily, but the sound outside was not clear, only to hear the small sound gradually approaching, until close at hand, a layer of fine red mist appeared in front of my eyes, only to hear the sound of iron armor behind the rock, just listening to the sound, you know that the person who came is not small. Is it an ancient army? I held the submachine gun a little tighter.

The fat man could no longer hold his breath, and suddenly jumped up from the ground, raised his submachine gun, and a string of M1A1 bullets traced out, and the sound of typewriter-like shooting resounded throughout the cave. I saw that the fat man was in trouble in advance, and he didn't hesitate, he also turned over, and before he could see what was over there, he pulled the trigger and swept behind the mountain rock where he was hiding, and first suppressed the other party with firepower. The bullet shot into the red poisonous mist, making a ricocheting sound, as if hitting an armor plate. The dead drift in the nearby water seemed to be frightened and scurried in the water as if it had exploded. The blue light emitted from the corpse became more and more intense, and the fire from the muzzle of the Chicago typewriter machine gun erupted, and the entire gourd-shaped cave flickered and dimmed, as if countless fireflies were flying rapidly in the darkness.

At this moment of flickering light and darkness, the red mist in front of me suddenly faded and dissipated, and there was nothing, and I couldn't help but wonder, where did the bullets go? Suddenly, a low gasp sounded from the side, and a strange face in a golden mask was spewing a large cloud of bright red mist at us.