This powder looks very similar to the soot that is cleared from the fire barrel of the northern stove after a long period of burning charcoal and firewood.

weep

"What the hell?" Zhang Qixun complained,

"Is the chimney outlet of the Ma family installed under here or what, why did so much coal ash suddenly come out." The little brother squatted down, reached out and pinched a handful of black ash and rubbed it on his fingertips, and then stretched out in front of Zhang Qixun for him to see.

Zhang Qi took a look and found that after the black powder was rubbed open, there was still a little silver-gray fluorescent powder inside. He couldn't help but sigh,

"It's not soot, it's like the residue of something that has decayed."

"It's a bit like a kind of ghost moth I saw in the jungle around Hainan before, and after being roasted to death by fire, the corpse will turn into a black powder, very similar to this one." However, the ghost head moth usually lives in low and medium altitude areas, and the average altitude in Nepal is 4,800 meters, and this moth prefers the dark and damp mountain horns, how can it appear in such a cold and windy cold mountain?

It is unlikely that these moths are drilled into by themselves, because this well is very tightly sealed, and the little brother has also checked it in advance, and there is only this one entry and exit merger, not to mention that the climate here is not suitable for the survival of ghost moths at all.

There is only one possibility, these moths are deliberately raised under this, and the reason for this is that you have to take a closer look to know after going down.

Zhang Qixun folded a few glow sticks and threw them down, and he could see that there was a staircase covered with black dust extending down.

On the inner wall of the cave entrance, there were many fist-sized black bumps and protrusions, densely packed together like malignant tumors, all the way to the depths of darkness, and the people who watched were covered in hair.

Zhang Qixun reached out and scraped one off with a knife, pinched it in his hand and looked at it, this black round pimple felt very brittle, pinched like a dry leaf, and broke with a light touch.

He threw the black lump to the ground, and out of it fell something smaller, like a cocoon the size of a goose egg, wrapped in brownish filaments.

He got a few more black bumps, pinched them open, and found that they were all calluses, some large and small, and some of them had several small lumps like multiple births.

Zhang Qixun tore open a cocoon and looked at it, inside was a finger-thick round dongdong, soft brown and black pupa lying on his stomach, and the surface of the pupa was still covered with many white thorny fine hairs.

He suddenly snorted in disgust,

"It's really a moth, it's all cocooned, but the things inside are still alive, and it seems to be hibernating underneath it." The black dust is supposed to be the moths that have been breeding here for an unknown number of generations, and after they died, they decayed into ashes, and the waste pupae they shed have also oxidized into slag.

Zhang Qixun tilted his head towards the black hole below,

"Little brother, let's go down and take that guy with you." The little brother nodded, jumped forward, jumped in lightly and stepped on the stairs, and opened the way in front of him with a wind lamp.

Zhang Qixun said to him to wait a minute, and then planted several small trap bombs around the small well in the four directions.

This kind of small trap bomb is exclusive to the Zhang family, and its essential function is the same as that of a bell, mainly relying on sound warnings, and the sound waves emitted by the explosion can be transmitted far underground, and with the ear power of the Zhang family, as long as it does not exceed five kilometers, it can definitely be heard.

The power of the bomb itself is actually not great, but Zhang Qixun has improved it, adding lethal mechanisms to it, once it explodes, hundreds of quenched cow hair needles will pop out inside, and the throat will be sealed with blood, and a piece of death will die within a radius of five meters.

The only drawback is that it is disposable, and it blows up and makes no distinction between friend and foe, in short

"They all have to die". After arranging the mechanism, Zhang Qixun grabbed Ma Chongshan, who was still dizzy, and jumped into the hole, and raised his chin to the little brother.

"Let's go." The passage ahead has been trending downward, and it is very deep inside, and after about ten meters of walking, you will encounter the first turn.

The further down you go, the more black pimple cocoons are glued to the top of the stone brick passage, and in some places it even hangs down to half a meter long, stacked one by one, forming irregular columns.

There are also many broken shells that have fallen down the stairs, and when stepped on, they make a rustling sound, like hypnotic white noise.

Zhang Jixun observes the moth cocoons as he walks, and once when he was on a lurking mission in the humid jungle in the mountains, the hiding place he chose was near a ghost moth nest.

This is more convenient to warn that once a large beast or human passes by, it will frighten the ghost moth resting during the day, and their wings will make a sound similar to that of a bee flapping their wings when they vibrate, so adults will often attack the honeycomb at night to steal honey.

The larvae of the moth are yellowish in appearance and fresh in color. But the cocoon shells seen now are different from the ghost moth in Zhang Qixun's cognition, the larvae of the ghost head moth will burrow into the soil to form cocoons and pupate when winter is approaching, but its cocoons do not wrap a large black shell on the outside.

Zhang Qixun told the little brother about his analysis, and carefully took off a few black bumps with an interval of one meter for comparison.

"Little brother, you see, these cocoon shells are not uniformly round, and the weight is uneven, and the cocoons inside seem to be tilting in a fixed direction." It must not be a ghost moth, but more like a special mutant species, whose larvae may grow deeper underground, and then climb to the top of the stone wall to form a cocoon before the cold winter falls.

And the direction that the cocoon is leaning in is exactly the middle of the spiral staircase, so there can't be a very large queen worm underneath, like the queen ant in the ant kingdom.

The further down, the bigger these cocoons become, Zhang Qixun leaned in his heart, this last hatched moth flapped its wings, isn't it bigger than a basketball!

Is that still a moth? Wouldn't such a big guy become a little eagle? He looked at the little brother a little uncertainly,

"These things shouldn't have been brought out from under the ancient city of Sizhou." The little brother twisted his eyebrows slightly, shook his head and said, "No." "That's good, Zhang Qixun breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it is not related to the Zhang family, no matter how weird it is, where can it be weird.

At this moment, Zhang Qixun saw that Ma Chongshan's body, which was put aside when he picked the cocoon shell, moved, and seemed to have signs of waking up.

Ma Chongshan's bare face and the skin of his hands began to peel off, and what fell off was still the same large, yellow-brown mold-like skin, which was brushed down like leaves in the wind.

Zhang Qixun was a little confused, what is the situation? Does this thing have a skin disease? Intermittent episodes at this point? That's not right, who has such a serious skin disease, the meat will be lost, even if it is the most serious ichthyosis, it will not be the case.

His eyes were tightly closed, and his whole body seemed to be very itchy and unbearable, because he still had ropes tied to his body, and he could only keep writhing on the ground, so that the skin on his body fell even more, especially on his two arms, like a large jar of moldy and spoiled oatmeal.

"No, no, it's definitely not a skin disease." Zhang Qixun frowned, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly rolled up his sleeve to check,

"Oh no, the black dust in here is poisonous." However, at a glance, I found that there was nothing unusual on my arms, and the little brother also rolled up his sleeves, which were also clean.

It's strange, will the poison of this moth still watch people put food on the plate? Ma Chongshan was still writhing on the ground like a worm, shrugging his nose and sniffing the air as he twisted and twisted, completely unself-conscious, and he was twisting in the direction of going down the stairs.

Zhang Qixun glanced at each other and decided to follow him on. After a few more turns, the black cocoon shell here was already bigger than a basketball, hanging there heavily, and the surface was covered with irregular small bumps, which made people feel very uncomfortable.

The passage down the tunnel became narrower and narrower, and the inner wall of the passage was completely covered by those black bumps, crowded together.

Zhang Qixun and the little brother could only carefully shuttle between the hanging pimple pillars, but fortunately, the surface of these cocoon shells was dry, if they were covered with mucus, they would not be able to die.

On the contrary, the bug-like Ma Chongshan twisted very quickly against the ground, and although his posture was strange, his movements were very smooth, as if he had crawled in this passage many times.

Ma Chongshan, who was squirming in front of him, finally stopped at the end of the stairs, where there was an iron gate, the pattern of the mural on the iron door was very blurred, and all kinds of messy colors were like children's graffiti, and at first glance it looked like a big gray fluttering moth.

But when I looked closely, I found that it was hundreds of huge skeletal faces with hideous faces, very fine and compact pasted together, crowded, and stuffed with iron doors, which made people feel dense and phobic.

Staring at those mixed spots for a long time will also make people feel dizzy, and their eyes will unconsciously begin to feel sleepy.

Ma Chongshan climbed in front of the iron gate, sniffing his nose against the ground, the exhaled breath fluttering, and the insect ash on the ground was sucked on his face.

The two stopped, glanced at each other, and were about to step forward to move Ma Chongshan away to open the door, but Ma Chongshan, who was still close to the ground, suddenly burst out and began to bang the door with his head.

Bang bang, hit very hard, there was no room at all, Ma Chongshan's head quickly broke, blood flowed out, as if stimulated by blood, Ma Chongshan's head hit even more fiercely.

Zhang Qixun was startled, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, wanting to drag him away, but as soon as he took two steps, the surface of the iron door suddenly moved.

Xi Xi Suosuo, all the grimaces on the iron door began to change shape, as if they had woken up from hibernation, and all kinds of frightened, resentful, laughing, and angry black distorted grimaces exploded, as if countless evil ghosts were rushing towards Zhang Qixun with gray grievances.

"Damn, little brother, run!" Zhang Qixun's face changed greatly, grabbed one of Ma Chongshan's legs, and dragged him back and forth quickly.

He and the little brother didn't care about the three, seven, twenty-one, they just lowered their heads and ran violently, and the cocoons along the road crackled and fell to the ground.

Countless buzzing wings swept towards the two of them, and the air in the narrow passage seemed to be completely withdrawn at this moment.

It was as if they had stepped into hell, running on the yellow spring where evil spirits were rampant, and all kinds of chaotic and sharp noises were like the wailing of vengeful ghosts, and the cover outside the wind lamp in their hands was shattered by this sound.

In a gray and black sight, Zhang Qixun stepped on the stairs and kept running forward, he felt that the things he was dragging in his hands were becoming heavier and heavier, as if something was pulling Ma Chongshan behind him.

Zhang Qixun pulled out the hunting knife hanging from his waist and slashed it back, but the blade sank into something soft and slimy plasticine-like at once, and several strands of stuff crawled up to his arm along the wrapped hunting knife.

However, before Zhang Qixun could withdraw his hand, the creepy touch suddenly faded like a tide. There was a faint pain in the back of his hand, Zhang Qixun withdrew his hand and looked at it, there were two rows of fine blood on his left hand holding the knife, each blood hole was the size of a chopstick head, the bite marks were very fine, and the flesh and skin of that piece were almost cut off.

The blood flowing from the wound has begun to clot, but fortunately the color of the blood stains is normal, and even if it is poisonous, it should not be very toxic.

The ears were empty in an instant, all the noisy sounds disappeared at this moment, and Ma Chongshan, who was dragging with his other hand, also disappeared.

The pitch-black passage in front of him seemed to have turned into the tubular mouth of some kind of evil beast, quietly waiting for the prey to throw itself into the net.

Zhang Qixun hurriedly looked around, damn, where is the little brother? Where did the little brother go, wasn't he still running in front of him just now?

Suddenly recalled that when Fang Cai was entangled by something, a shadow seemed to pass by his side, and Zhang Qixun immediately turned around and ran in the direction of the iron gate.

The little brother must have found something, and ran back directly after the soft thing. By the time Zhang Qixun arrived, the iron door had been wide open, and all the skulls that were lying on the door were gone.

Inside the door was a dark passage, Zhang Qixun held the hunting knife in his elbow, and walked into the door step by step.

This passage is not long, and the walls around it are no longer hung with huge black cocoon shells, but countless pale yellow hairs, as if they have entered the spider spirit's silk hole, oh no, this should be a fluttering moth hole with a ghost head on its back right now.

The wool silk covered the entire passage from top to bottom, like a very soft cotton wool, very soft to the touch, and a gap had been broken in the middle.

With one hand brushing away the hair, Zhang Qixun hunched his waist into the hole, he felt that he had walked dozens of meters away, but the filaments in front of him seemed endless.

The tip of the nose is filled with a fishy sweet and astringent smell, which is very strange and seems to be faintly familiar.

It's very similar to when the fat man used to be idle, he suddenly thought of it for Zhang Qixun and the little brother.

A kind of pig blood and sheep blood mixed with protein powder, added some herbs, and finally put it in a stone medicine pot and boiled for twenty-four hours——

"I'll send you to see Master Zu soup in minutes."