I'm not here to fight, to be honest, I'm a little excited after I just figured out that this is a big tomb.

Although this tomb may have been visited once more than a hundred years ago, the earth rats know that tomb robbing is like digging potatoes, no matter how many people have visited, as long as they are lucky, they will always come across potatoes that fall into the ground.

Because the soil rat has a rule, that is, there is no slip pit, the so-called slip pit is to conduct a carpet search for the treasures in the tomb, including the burial goods in the coffin of the tomb owner, and even the seven trick plugs and the best Nanmu coffin used to block the seven holes on the body of the tomb owner.

However, the earth rats, especially the captain who touches the gold, are the most taboo to slip the pit, and there has always been a rule that the rooster cries and the lights go out and does not touch the gold.

Because I eat this bowl of rice underground, I more or less believe in some ghosts and gods, and the things in the tomb, especially the burial goods in the coffin, are mostly the favorite things of the tomb owner during his lifetime, since they are brought into the soil, there must be an obsession, in case the pit angers the ghost of the tomb owner, I am afraid that the earth mouse will have to fold in the tomb.

However, this time is different, because more than a hundred years ago, the Raptor's Back Mountain Underground Palace was the Xieling Force, and that group of people were all murderous and unblinking green forest heroes who never obeyed the rules, let alone emptying the tomb, and some of the Jieling faction masters even sold the body of the tomb owner overseas to make a big profit.

I don't have any hope for the tomb dug up by the people of Jieling who did not hesitate to blow up the mountain, anyway, the purpose of my coming down is just to find the underground lock Longtan, get the keel and lift the curse of the white tiger and the fierce spirit on the body.

At this time, the wind blew through the cracks in the mountain, and my clothes were already soaked, and at this time, I kept dripping down my trouser legs, because I was eroded by the evil spirit yin qi in the past two days, so I felt cold to the bones.

It's not a joke, and if I lose body temperature in the middle of the mountain, I'm afraid I'll be worried about my life.

It's annoying that the stomach also screamed at this time, and I only ate some instant noodles last night, although I stole the wine and food prepared by the scarface bald, but now at this time, it has already been digested.

In the faint light I saw a lot of wood and tattered clothes washed up by the river on the riverbank, and I hurriedly went up to check them, and thankfully these tattered clothes and wood, although they looked a little damp, they were still on fire.

I gathered up all the torn clothes and put them at the bottom, then I built pieces of wood, dried branches, and other things on top of each other, like a camping pyramid bonfire, and finally lit the clothes.

The red flames danced slowly, and the flames swam on the branches, snorting and steaming but quickly drying out, and the warmth enveloped me, and it was very comfortable.

I took off my clothes and dried them, and when I regained some of my spirits, I stood up and went to find some thick logs.

Because I think this kid Zhang Yu must still be alive, and if I make the bonfire more prosperous, maybe he will be able to see and come to meet me.

The river is so powerful that I don't know where it's going, but I conclude that there must be a huge space in this half of the mountain, because so much water either has a place to store water or is connected to the above-ground river beyond the half-mountain.

There were a lot of logs on the riverbank, and I picked up the big ones and carried them back, but when I was about to turn around and go back to the fire, I suddenly swept to the river not far away, and there was something black in the water.

It was too far away from the fire and the light was not good enough for me to see what it was, so I set up the big logs in my hand one by one on the fire, and these big roots of wood were enough to burn the campfire for several hours.

I took two burning branches from the fire and made a simple torch, and I walked three steps and two steps to the river, and by the light of the fire I finally saw what was black in the river.

It turned out to be a mountaineering bag, Zhang Yu's mountaineering bag!

I was happy at first, and then my heart was a little heavier, because Zhang Yu's mountaineering bag also fell here, and without the mountaineering bag, it was almost impossible to move an inch in this dark and unfamiliar half-section of the mountain.

I secretly made up my mind that I had to hurry up and find Zhang Yu anyway, otherwise he might really be in danger of his life.

Thinking like this, I quickly took off my shoes and tied them around my waist with shoelaces and walked into the dark river, the water by the river was not very deep, I quickly walked to the hiking bag, but I didn't pick it up with my hand, and then I found that the hiking bag seemed to be hung by branches or other things in the water.

But think about it, if there is nothing in the water to hang to the mountaineering bag, it will not know where it has been washed by the river.

I didn't think much of the strength in my hands, so I didn't expect the backpack to stay in the water without moving.

"Damn, bullied Lao Tzu for not eating, right?"

I cursed, and then pulled the backpack out of the river with both hands, because I used too much force to pull the bag up with the contents of the water.

Looking at it by the light of the fire, the whole person was almost scared to death on the spot.

I saw a gloomy white bone hand grabbed the mountaineering bag, the white bone hand didn't know how long it had been soaked in the dark river, the flesh and blood on the bones had long since rotted and disappeared, and the color of the bones was yellow and green, and my scalp was numb.

I endured the chill in my heart and tore the white bone hand off the mountaineering bag and threw it far away, only then did I gasp for breath in shock.

The cold wind poured down my neck, the cold sweat on my back was blown cold, the torch in my hand danced faintly, the firelight shone on the water, and a layer of white mist rose in the dark river, and behind the white fog was boundless darkness, which looked very permeating.

I don't know if it was too coincidental that the mountain wind blew, and the cold white mist swirled upwards and kept swirling back and forth above my head.

I remembered the ghost story that my grandfather once told me, he said that some underground rivers are actually the yellow spring water in the underworld, and the little whirlwind playing on the side is actually the little ghost who was tortured in the eighteenth layer of hell, and when they circle around you, they just want to catch you as his stand-in!

I took a deep breath and planned to walk quickly back to the riverbank and walk back to the campfire, as long as there was fire and yang, no imp would dare to make trouble in front of me.

However, just as I was about to take the second step, I suddenly noticed that something seemed to be under the water and grabbed my ankle at once.

My brain buzzed, and cold sweat fell down my forehead, my hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and the torch fell uncontrollably into the water.

I heard the stabbing sound of the torch extinguishing in an instant, and everything around me was plunged into darkness, as if an invisible white bone hand was grabbing me from behind.

I clutched my backpack and tried my best to break free from the things that grabbed my ankles, and when I walked to the riverbank, I touched my ankles and felt that they were wet and soft, like aquatic plants in the river.

But when I walked back to the campfire and looked at my ankles, a chill rushed to my head.

I saw a dense circle of hair on my ankles!