The diary was recorded three years ago, the handwriting is a little naïve, like a square on a straight board, some words can not be written with circles or black, this person should not be very good at writing, the sentences in it are entangled, the logical order is mixed, and some places have to be carefully read two or three times to know the meaning of what they want to express.

But after reading two or three pages, Wu Xiaoxie's back couldn't help but ooze a little cold sweat, and a burst of creeps surged up in his heart.

There were a total of eighteen people in this corpse himself, one of which said that he was the only one left in the final team, and the diary also mentioned that the path they took to enter here was completely different from their own group, that road was extremely dangerous, and after entering the ancient tomb, there were less than half of the people in the group, but the road they took should be the main gate, and they came in the order of sacrifice.

After finding nothing on the sacrificial platform, they went down along the plank road, the bottom of the plank road is a bottomless turquoise pool, no professional diving equipment can not go down at all, they tried a circle and then surfaced, looked up, the original equipment of the plank road was six or seven meters away from them, the water level is still falling, the equipment that can be used are left on the shore, they are completely blind and blind at this time, helpless, they have to climb to the mine hole on the stone wall, and some people have climbed the bronze tree.

It was at this time that the owner of the diary climbed into the cave where Wu Xiaoxie is now.

I thought it was safe for the time being, but many thick tentacles suddenly came out of the clinker pool, each of which had a bloody mouth, and the people who grabbed the bronze tree were tearing and chewing, and the people who hid in the cave were not spared, all of them were smashed into the rocks by those tentacles, and they reached in and bit and dragged them out to stop the waist and break them, and the blood was swaying in the air like rain, and the thick bloody breath was simply suffocating.

The owner of the diary was lucky, hiding in the depths of the cave, and when the tentacles hit the rock, the collapsed gravel blocked the entrance to the cave, and he could only huddle tightly on the edge of the stone wall, listening to the constant gunshots and screams outside, and fainted several times in fright, and did not dare to make a sound. Suddenly, there was a violent explosion outside, and a small stone happened to hit him on the head, and he fainted instantly.

After some time, he was cold and stiff, and he woke up from his coma, there was a dead silence outside, and there was no sound in the whole space, and through the cracks in the rubble, he saw the flashlight that was still lit when it fell to the ground, and the half-broken severed hand that held it.

His breath was flustered and his spirit was on the verge of collapse, and the disaster came so suddenly that the outlaws could not escape the annihilation of the army, even if they used explosives at the last moment.

He was trapped in the cave for seven days, he didn't have much food with him, and the most terrible thing was that his water bladder was lost when he fled, he was hungry and thirsty, and the dark despair almost swallowed him, he was not afraid of death, but he was afraid that his mother at home would have no one to take care of him, and his heart hated and regretted his actions of not being able to send him to death this time.

In the next few days, he was delirious because of hunger, and in the dark environment, he was in a semi-comatose state from time to time, and he had no concept of time at all, only knowing that he was so thirsty, and he was about to go crazy with thirst, and in a trance, he felt a little ticking sound on the side of his head, and a few drops of water splashed on his face.

A miracle happened!

At the moment, he didn't bother to think about what was going on, but instinctively moved his body with difficulty, and probed over to let the water droplets into his mouth.

The speed of the water dripping became faster and faster, and soon it became a stream of water as thick as the tip of the chopsticks, and he was so greedy that he devoured this god-given rain, until his stomach was swollen and he couldn't drink it anymore, and then he reluctantly stopped.

The water really seemed to be a gift from the gods, it was at least twenty or thirty meters deep from the surface of the earth, and there were no cracks inside the stone mountain, even if a flash flood broke out outside, it was impossible for the rain to penetrate through the stones.

After relieving his strength, he opened the empty bag of compressed biscuits and secured them with small stones to catch the water.

Water can only quench thirst but not full, he can't help but start to fantasize, if only there was food in the pocket of his clothes, thinking like this, he smiled self-deprecatingly, patted his hand, and suddenly felt that the touch was wrong, and reached in and touched it, it turned out to be a compressed biscuit that had not been opened at all.

What happened next was very mysterious, he had a cookie that he could never eat, how much he ate, and when he turned his head to see it again, the part he had just eaten was back to its original state, which made him very suspicious that he had eaten a fake cookie.

He once suspected that this was a hallucination before his near death, it is said that people who freeze to death are all red fruits, because the temperature is too low, the brain will issue a command to "heat", taking the lead in protecting the most important internal organs, and the other parts that have been ignored gradually lose the ability to accurately discriminate, producing the illusion of heat, thinking that he has been rescued to a warm place, and then getting hotter and hotter, involuntarily taking off his clothes to dissipate heat, and finally lying in the ice and snow, forever smiling.

But then he found out that it wasn't a hallucination.

Maybe he's gone crazy with the world.