With a click behind us, our retreat was completely blocked. The fat man crawled in front and complained: "What the is this temple, it looks tattered, the door frame is about to fall off, but I am willing to spend my blood to build a mechanism, one after a while, and it is all so strong." If we climb inside and find that it is a dead end, the three of us will just wait for death to become zongzi, and we will save burying it. ”

Shirley Yang said: "Actually, from the time I entered this secret passage, I had a hunch that the back road would definitely be blocked, just like when we entered the secret room. Obviously, the builders of this secret room did not want the secret to be spread by the person who discovered it. I was just about to open my mouth to speak, when I suddenly felt a pinprick pain in my back, and I couldn't help but let out an "ouch", and the fat man crawling in front also sighed: "There is a scorpion in this secret passage, and it stung me to death!" I hurriedly asked the fat man, "Do you feel like you've been pricked by a needle?" But it hurts? The fat man scolded and said, "It hurts more than a fucking awl, what kind of scorpion is so powerful, it just pierced my ass." ”

After speaking, there was a sound of rustling in the depths of the secret passage, which was very small at first, but gradually became larger and larger, as if tens of thousands of scorpions were crawling towards us quickly in the depths of the secret passage. The fat man couldn't help but stop, and asked me with a little trembling: "Old Hu, did you hear something?" This rattling sound was infinitely amplified in the sealed tunnel, and it strongly stimulated my nerves. Thinking of being stung by tens of thousands of scorpions, I couldn't help but feel weak in my legs and feet, and cold sweat broke out in my palms, and said, "Of course I heard it, this sound is about to deafen me." Fatty, hurry up and take a flashlight to see what's in front of you! ”

Shirley Young and the fat man took out their flashlights at the same time to shine on the dark road ahead, and they didn't find anything, but the sound was getting louder and louder, and it sounded very close to us. I pretended to be calm and said loudly: "I heard it before I saw it, it seems that the enemy's strategy of bluffing is very effective, but ** said, all the reactionaries are paper tigers, let's ......" Before I finished speaking, the fat man in front of me screamed: "Ah! Remove! Evacuate! It's fucking man-eating ants! ”

Hearing the fat man's shout, Shirley Yang and I crawled back lifelessly, but it seemed that our hands and feet were not obeying, and our arms and legs were as weak as noodles. Man-eating ants, also known as preliminary ants, generally grow in the tropical rainforests of South Africa, and the largest can grow to the size of a fist. Man-eating ants have a very mixed diet, from all kinds of animals and plants on the ground to dead branches and carrion, no matter how big a person or beast, it is within their hunting range. When I was fighting in Vietnam, I encountered man-eating ants while stationed on an unusually dry mountainside. Tens of thousands of man-eating ants erupted from the cracks in the rocks and crawled to the ground in dense numbers. A few man-eating ants climbed onto the body of a comrade-in-arms, and the veteran, who had been wounded several times in a hundred battles, immediately let out a terrible cry. Immediately, more man-eating ants crawled over, and in an instant they were crawling all over the veteran's body, and small black dots squirmed, and their terrible cries were mixed with subtle but terrifying clicks, echoing through the valley. In an instant, the man-eating ants crawled off the veteran's body and moved to the next target, and the seven-foot man who had been beaten with iron was only a miserable white skeleton in a few seconds. The comrades-in-arms were all frightened and ran down the hill like crazy, and the murderous bombs of the American imperialists and Vietnamese dogs did not make them frown, but in the face of these little ants, they were really afraid. That time he lost three comrades-in-arms and was laid to rest on the soil of Vietnam.

The three of us crawled backwards in a panic, and the sound of rustling followed closely behind us. In this secret passage where we can't even lift our heads, if the man-eating ants really attack, I'm afraid we will only have to wait for death. After retreating a few meters, my foot slammed into a stone slab, and my heart suddenly felt half cold. Fuck, forget this secret passage has been sealed. The fat man was still arching back playfully, his big ass squeezing Shirley Yang in front of me.

I yelled, "Don't squeeze, the exit is sealed!" ”

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and shouted to Shirley Yang: "Chief of Staff Yang, did you bring explosives?" Blow the hole open! Dog's day man-eating ants are about to fucking crawl over! ”

Shirley Yang said anxiously: "We didn't bring any equipment to Shanhaiguan this time!" You forgot! ”

Before the fat man could answer, he screamed and rolled in the secret passage where it was difficult to lie on his stomach. I hurriedly opened the wolf's eyes to look ahead, only to see that the wall of the secret passage five meters away from us was crawling with man-eating ants, squirming densely. These man-eating ants are frighteningly large, each a centimeter long, and crawl towards us as if they knew we had no way back and would become their delicacy.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the back of my hand, and I could clearly feel a piece of flesh being torn off, and before I could scream, the flesh on my whole hand was torn up, and the pain made my eyes blacken, and the flashlight fell to the ground without holding it. I used my other hand to slap the bitten hand desperately, but I felt that those ants were endless, and if this one was killed, more ants would pounce and bite. The fat man's screams kept falling into my ears, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of despair in my heart, it seemed that the three of us were going to be buried here today, and we had to endure the pain of being bitten off piece by piece before we died.