"Let's go!" Meilang Dorjee shouted loudly, "You go ahead, and I will break behind." Hurry up, it's dangerous here!"

Looking at the heavier and heavier rain and listening to the louder and louder thunder, Meilang Dorjee no longer thinks about any weird smells, and what he is most concerned about now is the safety of the three of them.

Cheng Fa ran away, Hua Yansheng followed, Meilang Dorjee followed behind, and the three of them rushed into the dense weeds and vines according to the road they came, with the raindrops the size of beans, gasping for breath, as if they were about to chase the deadly monster behind, and rushed forward desperately.

At a turn, Meilang Dorjee's foot was tripped by something, a stumbling, because he ran too hard, he could no longer control it, and fell down instantly, and when he fell to the ground, his body not only did not lie on the ground and did not move, but pounced on a void, Meilang Dorjee only felt that he was rubbing against soft branches and leaves and other things, and kept falling, first falling to a place that was not hard or soft like grass, and then he rolled up, as if he was rolling down a slope.

In the end, I didn't know how many heels I had rolled, but I only heard a "boom" sound, and Meilang Duoji finally stopped when he touched one. He lay on the ground, only to feel that the world was spinning, and after a while, he turned a little, and felt that everything was fine except for some soreness in his lumbar spine and shoulders, so he stood up and looked around carefully.

It was still a forest, and the trees were much bigger than the places they had just visited, and it could even be said that the ancient trees were towering and huge, just like the scene of a primeval forest.

He looked up at the sky, through the treetops, and saw that dark clouds were converging here.

Meilang Dorjee can also hear the sound of dripping rain not far away, indicating that it is still raining heavily not far away.

However, not only is there not a single drop of rain here, but it is also surprisingly dry. Meilang Dorjee secretly wondered in his heart, he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and looked at everything around him more carefully. At this moment, he suddenly heard a rustling sound and something falling from the top of his head. He couldn't help but raise his head, and when he looked at it, he was surprised!

The leaves of the towering ancient trees around them suddenly fell down one by one like snow. The leaves fluttered in the air, swirling and descending, until finally, a thick layer was placed on the ground.

At this time, the strange smell is getting stronger and stronger. It seems to be a ghost, following Meilang Dorjee, wherever he goes, it will follow him, although it is like leaving, but it is inseparable from him.

Meilang Dorjee was alone in this terrifying, weird, and extremely quiet primeval forest, his heart was beating faster, his cerebral cortex was numb for a while, and he couldn't help but shiver a few times.

The sky is getting darker and darker, the wind is blowing tighter and stronger, and the whole mountain forest is echoing with a strange cry of "whirring".

Meilang Dorjee began to walk around, to see if he could find a path back around. He wanted to catch up with Cheng Fa and Hua Yansheng as soon as possible, and after meeting with them, he only went to the mining department, and it had nothing to do with him who was in the wilderness.

The wind howled in the sky, and clouds of strange shapes gathered here, more and more, until finally a large black canopy was formed, and the canopy slowly descended, like a huge mushroom, from top to bottom, covering the top of his head.

One lightning bolt after another, in this moving canopy, opened its teeth and claws, like an incomparably sharp blade, as if it was about to cut this canopy.

A red orb suddenly broke free from the cage of the clouds, spun and tumbled out of the canopy, and fell sharply from the sky with a dazzling light around it.

At this moment, a dazzling blue light flashed.

This blue lightning bolt struck thirty meters in front of it, and a boulder the size of a small mountain was instantly shattered by it.

Immediately afterward, a piercing thunder rolled in, and they bombarded the air as if they were going to blow the entire sky to pieces.

In the midst of the shaking of the earth and the mountains, Meilang Dorjee held his head in his hands and covered his ears. He lay on the ground, dodging the rubble that splashed everywhere, flew into the air, and then fell.

He was so frightened that his face turned pale, his face was like ashes, and he ran forward more than ten meters as if he was fleeing for his life. Then, there was another loud bang behind him, and Meilang Dorjee was shocked and fainted on the spot.

I don't know when, Meilang Dorjee woke up. He stood up, shaking off the sand and dirt from his body, feeling the silence around him.

He looked up, and a bright moon hung high in the sky.

Looking around closely, in the cold moonlight, the forest was gone. What came into view was a black, scorched earth world, with all kinds of trees lying on the sidelines, and sparks twinkling on their branches.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burnt twigs mixed with the fresh smell of the earth.

At the place where the lightning struck just now, a hole appeared. Traces of white gas were coming out of the hole.

Meilang Dorjee sniffed the air carefully, and finally aimed at the hole in front of him. He guessed that the strange aura might have come from the hole.

At the same time, he was still thinking: Maybe there is some treasure buried in this cave! If this cave really hides gold and silver, it will be a big deal!

Thinking like this, Meilang Dorjee got carried away and left all his fears and fears behind. He took three steps and two steps toward the mouth of the mist-filled hole.

Sure enough, the closer he got to the entrance of the cave, the stronger the strange fishy smell became. Because the smell was too strong, Meilang Dorjee had no choice but to hold his nose and mouth with his hands and approach the entrance of the cave step by step.

It is a hole with a diameter of about three meters.

Looking through the entrance of the cave, there is a gentle slope, and you can faintly see that the cave is surrounded by uneven rock walls. It seems that this is a cave carved out of a hard rock wall by ancient people with rudimentary tools. Meilang Dorjee's chest was clinging to the edge of the hole, and he leaned his head forward as much as he could, trying to see it in more detail.

But at this moment, I don't know if it was due to too much fatigue or because of the strange fishy smell, Meilang Dorjee only felt that it was dark in front of him, and he was stuck in a hole.

Fortunately, because the landing point from the entrance of the cave to the cave is not high, the slope of the cave is relatively gentle, there is nothing sharp in the cave, and Meilang Dorjee wears a hard hat, after falling, his butt hits the ground first, and then slides down the slope.

In the process of sliding, Meilang Dorjee had no idea how long the slope was and where the bottom of the slope was. He was very worried that a cliff would suddenly appear not far ahead, and that if he did, he would surely die.

Meilang Dorjee's biggest fear is death.

In order to ensure that he did not fall to his death, his only thing to do was to reduce the speed of the slide. Therefore, Meilang Dorjee pressed his hands against the slope, leaned back as much as possible, and rubbed the soles of his feet against the rock surface vigorously in order to increase the friction and reduce the potential energy, and slow down from the sliding state as soon as possible, so as not to fall into the cliff abyss that may appear in front of him.

After a few seconds, Meilang Dorjee slid and fell to a flat ground. He quickly stood up, his hands and feet shook a few times, but fortunately, there were no missing arms and legs, and his palms and arms were only scratched with a little skin, only a little flesh injury.

Fortunately, fortunately, Meilang Dorjee was relieved and breathed a long sigh of relief.