I was already suffocating due to excessive lack of oxygen, but this time it aroused my desire to survive, I inhaled with my mouth wide open, crawled over and groped with my hands, the middle of the wall seemed to be a wooden plank, and a layer of cement was sealed in the cracks of the stones around it, which was really solid.

Gotta live first! The subconscious told me that I couldn't just accept my fate, and I desperately picked the cement on the side with my hands, and the little soldier saw me like this, and understood what was going on, and he also came to help. We have no tools, we can only rely on our fingers to dig, a pair of hands can not feel the pain of the fingers, just desperately digging, maybe my movements are too aggressive, plus there is a lack of oxygen here, I can't lift it in one breath, plop, fell back to the ground.

Now that I think about it, I looked like a dried fish, with its mouth wide open on the scorching sun, desperately trying to take a breath of air. I gradually lost consciousness, but I felt that my eyes had become white and blinding.

My mind is gradually becoming ethereal, maybe this is what people look like after death, but I am afraid, I don't want to die, I still have a lot of things to do, I want to leave a word for this world, at least let those who love me and those I love know:

"When I was in junior high school, I unloaded Tian Ying's front wheels."

"I squeezed the glue in Lixiu's instant noodles."

"I put the bricks in Li Ting's stew pot."

"I love long legs"

"Deleted my E drive"

Here and now, these are no longer important, they are destined not to hear what I say, but I still want to leave the opportunity of the last sentence to the brother soldier in front of me:

"You bastard, bastard who can't be fried in a frying pan, I believed your nonsense to come to the wedding, and I ended up being crushed in such a hole, a gambler who killed you with a thousand knives and couldn't get rid of your hatred, I fucking want to strangle you."

However, these voices could only sound in the bottom of my heart, and by this time I was speechless, and my consciousness was becoming more and more blurred.

I don't know how long it took, but there was a chill in my head, as if there was still a hint of wind blowing through my face, and I resumed my breath, and I tried to open my eyes, and I could vaguely see the big face of the soldier above me.

"Is this to Hades? Have you crossed the bridge? Tell Aunt Meng, I'll drink soup later, I have to beat you up first, save a while and then forget. I spoke to myself, struggling to sit up.

"Okay, you save some effort, we can't die." The little soldier said.

I sat up and looked around, still in the cellar, and still couldn't see anything, except that a door had been opened where the wall had just been smashed, and a cold wind blew in it, making me shiver. I was covered in a half-quilt and a layer of mud on the door of my head, which seemed to have been dug out of the ground.

It turned out that after I fainted from lack of oxygen, the little soldier held his strength and slammed the door open with his body, it seemed to be a deep tunnel outside the door, and he couldn't see his five fingers, but there was a gust of yin wind blowing, breathing was not a problem, but it blew even colder, the little soldier was so cold that he simply split the thin quilt into two, rolled up a layer by himself, and wrapped a layer on my body.

When the little soldier saw that I was unconscious, he groped his way through the tunnel and dug up some cold wet mud and smeared it on my head to make me sober, and then pinched the middle of the person, pressed his chest again, and tossed me back from the ghost gate.

"You didn't give me artificial respiration, you seem to have eaten garlic." I let out a sigh of relief and sniffed.

"Phew, I really can't get my mouth shut." The little soldier said.

I slowly stood up, groping for the scattered wooden door at the entrance of the cave, which had been torn apart by the creep, the plank was five points thick, and I couldn't help but sigh that the creep's dying blow was indeed amazing.

"How can there be an authentic in your house?" I say.

"I don't know, this cellar was dug by my grandfather, it must have been decades." The two of us walked into the tunnel as we spoke, the tunnel was also dark, but the tunnel was taller than I imagined, I was close to 1.8 meters tall and didn't even look up, I touched the surroundings with my hands, it was the kind of grass and mud mixed with soil, wet on it, there was a layer of water vapor.

I have seen my grandfather as a soldier, and in the early years he was the backbone of our railway guerrillas, and when he was a child, his family had the most bayonets and bullet casings, all of which were captured by his grandfather when he was fighting guerrillas. The old man was stiff-skinned, and after liberation, he worked as a foreman in the railway team, and later his grandfather was crushed by a train while working and broke a leg and retired to his home. The old man never fought or grabbed all his life, never asked for a penny more from the government, and lived on his own pension. Although the family is poor, the old man is still neatly dressed and the house is well organized.

I remember when I went to his house when I was a child, all the shoes and clothes were not allowed to be littered. When we were teaching ourselves martial arts when we were children, his grandfather sat on the kang and played with us, and was pushed several times by this old man in his sixties. That old man has real kung fu, which is fought with Japanese devils with a knife and a gun, so this old man must have his reasons for building such a tunnel in his own home.

"What kind of treasure is your master hiding?" I say.

"I want to have a baby in my family, and I still need to sell the house, can we still be pressed under this?" The little soldier said.

We stumbled a few words, and continued to walk forward, but fortunately, the tunnel was not very wide, and I could touch the wall with my hands outstretched, and we walked forward step by step, and the cold wind behind us kept shivering.

I don't know how long I walked, the front became wider and wider, the space was larger, we had to stop, we couldn't see our fingers in front of us, and there seemed to be a sound in our ears, as if something was crawling on the ground.

"Grandma's, it can't be a snake." I was a little scared, the darker the place, the easier it was for people to be cranky, I remembered many similar scenes in novels, where there were snakes, insects, rats and ants, the more I thought about it, the more afraid I became, and I didn't dare to lift my feet too high, so I kicked forward with my toes like a plowshare, and occasionally kicked on a stone, screaming in pain.

"Where have we gone? It seems that there is still water," said the soldier.

"I don't know, it seems to have entered the mountains, you listen, we have an echo when we speak." The oppression and fear brought by the darkness have stretched my nerves to the limit, I am afraid that I will go crazy in this darkness, I hold the hand of the little soldier, we both open the other arm at the same time, and we did not touch the walls on both sides, how wide is this tunnel? It's just that, in the dark, the only way to make us forget our fears is to talk to each other more, even if it is scolding, we just scolded and walked, and the little soldier suddenly pulled me, and then stopped.

"What? Let's go. I asked him, puzzled.

"Like, somebody's pulling me." The little soldier said with a crying voice.