The place was empty, the pheasant's neck was gone!

The fat man, fearing that he had seen it wrong, ran back and stood on the edge of the rock, and glanced twice into the stream below.

"Fatty?" Zhang Qixun turned around and called him, "Why did you run back?"

The fat man wiped the cold sweat from the corners of his forehead, his face was extremely ugly, and he quickly ran to Zhang Qixun's side, and lowered his voice, "This place is too weird, the pheasant's neck that the little brother cut off before is gone."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this.

The atmosphere around was eerily quiet.

Pan Zi guessed, "The head has been cut off, it can't have turned over and run away by itself, it is likely that the water has washed it away."

"No matter how it doesn't exist, we can't stay in this place for long, let's get out of here first." After Zhang Qixun finished speaking, he took the lead in raising his feet and walking forward.

There was a steep downward slope ahead, and the water became turbulent here, and the exit of the canyon was ahead.

This short section of the road was not easy to walk, so Zhang Qixun took Wu Xiaoxie's arm, let him step on the cobblestones, and walked out of the canyon step by step, to the edge of the swamp.

The water grew deeper and deeper, reaching up to the waist, and it took a lot of effort to pull out one foot in the mud.

Fortunately, after walking more than ten meters forward, the fat man found a very large and flat boulder, only the edge was flooded, and the boulder was still dry.

The fat man hurriedly climbed up, slumped on top of it, exhausted, and did not forget to beckon everyone to come too.

Wu Xiaoxie walked over and put down A-Ning, gasped twice, wiped the sweat on both sides of his neck with the back of his hand, leaned on the backpack, closed his eyes and lay down, obviously too tired to do anything.

The fat man lifted his clothes to dissipate heat, and his bulging belly stood there like a big watermelon.

Zhang Qixun sat next to him, handed them the water, and stared at the fat man's fat belly.

The fat man squinted at him, "Envy the fat man, since you went to Qinling with the innocence, when you were in the Genting Heavenly Palace, you were as thin as a chicken skeleton, and you didn't see any meat after raising it for half a year, and you are not happy to eat the pig's trotters that the fat man kindly gave you, hum."

Zhang Qixun was speechless for a moment, he looked thin just because of the low body fat rate, but in fact, the muscles on his body were good or not.

"Hey, who is envious, you have a fat body, and you have a knife to cut through all the golden fat particles with one knife." Zhang Qixun said and slapped the fat man's stomach, and with a bang, he also bounced twice, "Maybe that pheasant's neck is just like you."

"Go, go." The fat man waved his hand away, "Go up and play with the stones, fat man, I'll squint for a while."

Pan Zi didn't know what he found on the side, turned his head to see that the two were already lying down, shook his head, beckoned Zhang Qi to look for him, and handed him the binoculars in his hand, pointing to the dense huge black shadows in the deep black swamp in front of him, which could not be illuminated by the sun, and said, "Look there."

Zhang Qixun took the telescope and was surprised to find that the huge shadows under the swamp were knotted and tangled by the roots of aquatic trees, and then all seemed to be the ruins of ancient buildings, which continued to the deeper part of the swamp.

"This is the ruins of the ancient city of the Queen Mother of the West? It's all buried under the swamp." Zhang Qixun said in surprise.

The little brother put down the binoculars and said in a flat tone, "There should be a very lush ancient city in this valley, after the collapse of the Western Queen Mother Kingdom, the ancient city was deserted, the drainage system collapsed, the groundwater gushed up, and the rain carrying sediment for thousands of years flooded the whole city under water."

"It seems that the scale of the Western Queen Mother City is very large, and what we see now is only a handful." Zhang Qixun sighed.

Pan Zi's expression was a little shocked, "In that case, isn't the West Queen Mother's Palace also buried in the underwater sludge, and it is not easy for us to enter it."

Zhang Qixun squatted down, stretched out his hand to pry in the water, put it under his nose and sniffed, the salty and wet breath that came to his nose, "The water is salty, and there should be fewer strange insects in it."

As he spoke, he turned his head to the fat man and said, "Put on your shoes."

Take it off and check it out."

The fat man was lighting the smokeless stove, adding some water to the canning box, putting ginger and tea leaves, and planning to get some simple ginger tea to ward off the cold.

Hearing this, he took off his shoes and socks, and checked his soaked white and skinny feet, and found no insects such as leeches, so he turned his shoes upside down and knocked them, and two or three light brown soft insects with long nails fell out of them, but they had been flattened.

Wu Xiaoxie and Pan Zi are similar, after cleaning up the shoes, Pan Zi took out a bag of oilcloth, untied the tie thread, took out the old soil cigarette inside and broke half a cigarette for a few people, and said, "This is what I asked Tashi when I set off, it can dispel dampness, otherwise with our soaking method, people will be soaked in less than a week, and take a few puffs of cigarettes, so as not to even be able to walk when you are old."

Zhang Qixun didn't have the habit of smoking, but he still took it and put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed, a spicy and pungent smell of tobacco went straight to Tianlinggai, and the whole person suddenly became a lot more sober, and the feeling of fatigue was not very obvious.

The fat man is an old smoking gun, and after smoking three or two puffs, he asked Pan Zi for it, but Pan Zi scolded him for wasting it and didn't give it.

Zhang Qixun handed half of his own root to the fat man, and then saw that Wu Xiaoxie next to him was also swallowing clouds and spitting fog, so he persuaded him to smoke less, "We are often exposed to the rotten breath in the tomb in this business, and when we get older, our lungs are all sick, and smoke is not a good thing, it's okay to relieve fatigue occasionally, but don't get addicted."

In the original plot, Wu Xiaoxie had a very serious problem with his lungs in the later stage, because he did not pay attention to protection when he went to the tomb, coupled with mental pressure and fatigue, his body was not as good as before, but he had been supported by the medicinal effect of Qilin exhaustion, and later the Qilin exhaustion failed, and the symptoms suddenly appeared.

Not to mention that in the later stage, because of the heavy burden on his shoulders, in order to relieve the pressure, he almost smoked cigarettes as food, and his lung disease became more and more serious.

Wu Xiaoxie nodded, pinched out his cigarette, and didn't say anything more.

The little brother on the side held a cigarette in his hand, stared blankly at the depths of the swamp, and didn't know what he was thinking, when the fat man handed him the boiled ginger tea, in order to free his hand, he directly opened the paper roll outside, stuffed the tobacco into his mouth and chewed it a few times, and then took the ginger tea and took a sip and swallowed it together.

"Holy!" The fat man looked straight at it and protested, "Little brother, don't spoil things if you don't know how to smoke, this thing is not for eating."

Pan Zi scolded with a smile: "You know a fart, eating tobacco is much stronger than smoking, and there are more people chewing it in Yunling and eastern Myanmar."

Saying that, he looked at the little brother with some confusion and asked, "But I see that you don't smoke on weekdays, how do you know that chewing tobacco leaves to relieve fatigue, you used to run a boat?" Or have you been in the mines?"

The little brother glanced at him lightly, shook his head, and didn't say anything, obviously not wanting to say.