Chapter 2: In a secret place

Feeling extremely weak and tired again, I groped my way to the stone bed to rest for a while, but the bed was hard and cold, and although it was not very damp, it was very difficult to sleep well on it. I simply wrapped my burlap sleeping bag around my body, sat cross-legged, practiced my qi, cleared my mind and began to think about problems.

I remember that I had fallen into a dark lake, and it should not have been a problem to swim to the shore with my swimming skills, but there was a huge force under the water that dragged me down. It seemed that there were still channels and whirlpools at the bottom of the lake, but it was too dark to be seen, and I just swam to the center of this whirlpool, and I was taken by this powerful whirlpool to a mysterious place - an underground cave near the dark lake, and in this cave, a group of mysterious people actually lived.

Now it seems that I am not dead, nor am I in a dream, but I am still living in the yang world, but this yang world is darker and more empty than the underworld. The expedition members must have thought I was killed, maybe they were searching for my "corpse", would they have discovered that undercurrent and pursued it? No, because it meant no one would survive, let alone hope that a mysterious world would be discovered below.

If so, I'm actually dead, and my parents will be devastated to hear the news. What will happen to Don Jr.? We are just one-sided friends, although she is very good to me, but after a long time, I will forget about it, and my sisters, brothers and friends......

It seems that I have thought too far, what should I do now? Although I survived, I didn't understand where I was and how I would live in the future? Looking at the eyes of the man in the green robe, my life and death were still unpredictable.

Who are the people in the cave? The "chief" with the feather crown and the young man in the white robe, who are they? Are they the "stick elders" who hid in the cave during the liberation or are they mysterious tribes that have lived here since ancient times? The men and women in the hemp skirts, why are their skin so white and transparent, are they albinos or "aliens"? What do they live on? Where do the rice and kiwi come from? Also, does the cave have an exit to the outside?

Too many questions, how can you sleep.

There was the sound of footsteps in the distance, gradually approaching, and finally stopped outside the stone house, and there was a flickering light. I got up and approached the door, and through the gap between the planks, I saw the man in the green robe, pacing back and forth outside.

What did he come for? Why didn't he come in? This man must have been of such a prominent position that it seemed that the "chieftain" had to listen to him, and he was also very peculiarly dressed, not like the others, and looked like a military advisor or a butler, but not really.

By the way, it may be a wizard, when he was in the hall before, his eyes were fixed on the white bones in the fire, and he was clearly divinering. I seemed to see his murderous look in his eyes when the bones cracked, but then he regained his composure. It seems that my life and death are in the hands of this man.

The pacing stopped, and the blue-robed man put his right hand on the wooden door, as if to push the door in. I want him to come in and figure things out face-to-face, even if he doesn't understand the language and gestures. I waited quietly...... But the man in the green robe withdrew his hand, pondered for a moment at the door, and then turned and walked away, leaving my expectations behind in the boundless darkness.

At this time, I have put life and death aside, but I can't bear this boundless darkness, waiting in vain. I went back to bed and wrapped the sack around my body, hoping to have a dream to fill the lonely space.

I still couldn't sleep, my thoughts haunting me.

I don't know how long later, another footstep came this way, and stopped outside the door with the light of the fire. I didn't bother to get up, wrapped the sack tightly, and waited for my work.

The door was pushed open, but it was the white-robed young man with something in his hand. He planted his torch and turned to look at me with a friendly look in his eyes.

I looked at him with the same gaze: a white robe and a crown, a sheathed sword hanging from his belt, clear eyebrows, transparent skin, and light gray eyes, as if with beautiful contacts. Although he is not as tall as me, he can be said to look like Pan An compared to other cave people.

The young man walked into the bed, gently pressed my body as I got out of bed with one hand, and handed over an object with the other, which turned out to be a sheepskin mattress. I looked at him with gratitude, but I didn't know how to express my gratitude. The young man unfolded the mattress and covered me, nodded, then turned and took out the torch, closed the door softly, and walked away.

At this point, I really wanted to keep the young man, and I had a heart-to-heart with him, and maybe we could communicate without words. But he hurried away, leaving behind something warm and a good night's sleep.

...... I literally fell asleep

I sat alone on a rubber raft and floated down the current into a beautiful lake, which was so big, surrounded by strange rocks, stalactites, and colorful lights, like an underwater dragon palace.

There were all sorts of fish swimming in the dark lake, and a few plesiosaurs, waving their long necks to greet me. At this time, a dolphin swam towards me, and when I got closer, I saw that it was a mermaid, and the fish leaned out of the water half of its body, and it turned out to be Tang Wanli, with her upper body **, long hair draped behind her, and stretched out her hand to pull me into the water, and dived up and down with her.

Tang Wanli's swimming skills are so good, she doesn't need to move her arms at all, she just swings her tail and goes out a long way. I couldn't keep up with her speed even though I was paddling desperately, and I gradually pulled away.

Suddenly, I felt a huge suction force behind me pull me back, and when I turned my head, I saw that it was a big whale with its big black hole mouth open to suck me in. I was so anxious that I shouted: "Wanli", "Wanli"! Tang Wanli was gone, and suddenly a bright light moved in front of me to scare the whale away, and I swam to the shore with the light, and suddenly spread out on the beach.

Frightened for a while, a white-fronted tiger with hanging eyes ran out of the face, still dripping with blood, staring at me with wide eyes, and suddenly became a "chief" again.

I jumped up in fright - I was sitting on a stone bed, covered in a cold sweat.

The young man came to the bedside at some point and looked at me in amazement with a torch in hand.

When I woke up, the young man put the torch into the mortar, and from the stone bench took a tray and handed it a roasted leg of lamb and a bowl of goat's milk.

I was not polite, and picked up the leg of lamb and devoured it, while the young man looked at me intently, and suddenly he spoke, at first a local dialect similar to a Thai accent, and I didn't care, I couldn't understand it anyway, and it was important to have a full stomach.

But then the young man changed his accent and spoke slowly in another language. I looked up at him in surprise, an old vernacular with an accent from the Shaanxi and Henan regions, but I was sure I could barely understand it.

"Are you really the messenger sent by the Emperor?" the young man repeated the question, speaking very slowly, word by word, enough to make me understand what it meant.

I have a good foundation in ancient Chinese, and I can understand some regional dialects.

"Who is you?" I asked, word by word, in his voice.

"So you're not the envoy of the Emperor. The young man had a complicated expression.

"Disappointed you. ”

"No, my father said that you were a messenger sent by the Emperor, but I suspected otherwise. "Young people already have the answer.

"Who's your father?" I had guessed a few points, I just had to be sure.

"It's the man who sits on a stone chair and wears an official robe. "Sure enough.

"Is it the king with the feather crown sitting on the big stone bench?" I deliberately pretended to be deaf and dumb.

"No, it's the one sitting next to him in his official hat," corrected the young man.

"What kind of official is your father?" I was very surprised, could there be many people living in this dark cave, and there were also feudal officials?

"My father was the high priest and prime minister of the kingdom of Pakistan. ”

"Pakistan, you say this is Pakistan?" I suspect that I am in a dream, hasn't Pakistan disappeared for more than 2,000 years? Could it be that I have traveled through a time and space tunnel?!

"Yes, we are the orthodox of Pakistan, the descendants of the Emperor of the Emperor. The young man's tone was very affirmative and unquestionable, and this was the fourth time he had mentioned the Emperor.

Teacher Dong's guess is right, the White Tiger Ba really suddenly disappeared in Kuicheng and hid in this mysterious cave, so how many people do they still have now, and what do they live on?

"So the man with the feather crown is the chief?" I thought of the leader sitting on the stone chair.

"He is the king of Ba, the one hundred and fifty-first king of Ba," the young man corrected my mistake and gave a clear answer.

One hundred and fifty-one generations, almost three thousand years in twenty years, so I didn't travel through a time tunnel, but in the real world.

"What is this place?"

"This is the Outer Palace of Pakistan, where the guests live, but you are the first foreign guest to live here in more than 2,000 years. It seems that the young man is a straightforward man, and he has a lot to learn from him.

Nonsense, what I want to ask is where this cave is, where is it in the Longqiao River or where is it on the earth, so I don't care about the outer palace and the inner palace.

"Have you been living here?" Now that you have a chance to speak, you need to ask for more information.

"Yes, as far as I know, it should be more than two thousand three hundred years. The young man replied in the affirmative.

"Did you flee here because you were hiding from Qin's pursuit?" vaguely remembered that Ba was destroyed by Qin.

"I'll have to ask my father, but you'd better not ask, because he told me to have less contact with you. ”

"Why?" Am I a dangerous person? I am alone with my bare hands, and I am not familiar with life, and I will hurt them?

"I don't know why? Maybe it has something to do with the hexagram, because according to the hexagram at that time, I clearly saw that it showed a bad omen, and I was sweating for you, but fortunately, my father didn't tell the truth, just said that you were a messenger sent by the emperor. The young man regained his nervous expression.

"What if it's true?" I asked, apprehensively.

"I will sacrifice the tiger, and I will die a miserable death. ”

I was almost fed to a tiger just now, and I was almost eaten by a tiger in a dream, but fortunately it was a dream, but one day it could become a reality.

Perhaps feeling that he had talked too much, the young man got up to take his leave, took the torch, and closed the door. The room was dark again, and I suddenly remembered that I hadn't asked his name.

Also, is it day or night in the outside world at this time?

The Tiger, the King of Ba, the Priest, and the Priest's Son? It seems that I have really arrived at the White Tiger Ba? No wonder I kept having the same dream some time ago, does my dream have a foresight effect, or does I have a special function?

Surrounded by darkness, I was bored and couldn't figure it out, and the best way to do this was to sleep, but how could I sleep when I was not alive or dead.

A figure kept flashing in my mind, but it was Tang Wanli who appeared the most......