"Why did you stop?"

Wang Qiang poked his head forward, took a look, and then raised the flashlight in his hand to shine it.

The fog was thick and dense, and the flashlight was like shining on a wall, and the light could not penetrate at all.

Lin Yi took out the King Kong umbrella and probed forward, but did not find the location of the next foothold.

The stride length of these suspended trails under their feet is basically about half a meter, which is a big stride distance for them.

The length of the Vajra umbrella and Lin Yi's arm span should have easily touched the next staircase, or even crossed the adjacent staircase to touch the next position.

But now he is holding the Vajra umbrella and circling around his body, and he has not found the existence of a foothold at all.

Is this a dead-end road? It shouldn't be!

Or is it that all the plank roads from here on have been burned by the earth's fire?

With questions, Lin Yi asked the other three to take out their own "centipede hanging mountain ladder" in turn, and the four hanging mountain ladders were connected together and extended from under their feet, but they still didn't find the landing point.

In the end, the ladder had to be retracted.

"Is there really no way out?"

The disappointment and helplessness could be heard in the words of several people behind him.

Lin Yi shook his head.

"Seems to be the case."

"No, it took us so much effort to get here, and it turned out that this is a dead end?"

"Isn't it true that you want to force us to take the path of the 'Sword Shrine'?"

Thinking of the previous situation there, Lin Yi couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

At this moment, Lao Feng, who had been silent, muttered two sentences leisurely:

"Gentlemen, I'm wondering, didn't we buy money for the road?"

"Buying money for the road?"

"Uncle Feng, don't scare me, who should we buy the road money for?"

"Except for a few of us gasping for breath, there are only a bunch of dead heads left, who will pay for the road?"

"Don't interrupt, listen to Uncle Feng."

Lin Yi held down Wang Qiang and motioned for Lao Feng to continue.

"In the past seven years, I poured out the coal business from outside the customs, and met a few good big brothers there, several of whom were born as hunters in Changbai Mountain, and they had to take me to the mountains to hunt roe deer, I thought that the business was negotiated anyway, so I waited for the train wagons to be in place, so I drank a big wine with a few good big brothers, and went into the forest with a shotgun on my back."

In the seventies and eighties of the last century, there were still quite a few residents in the forest farms in the northeast who took hunting as an important part of their lives.

Before the "strike hard" campaign began, the control of private shotguns was not as strict as it is now, and many people had earthen shotguns hanging on the walls of their homes.

If you have nothing to do, you go into the mountains to hunt roe deer, set rabbits, hunt wild boars or something.

"We are a group of six people, just one of us from other places, and several of them are natives, so we will follow the people and wander around blindly, and enter the forest in the afternoon, and it will be evening after a sway.

The roe deer is stupid, especially easy to fight, the six of us got two roe deer, two hares and three pheasants, the harvest is full of ready to go back, the result, because when catching pheasants, go too deep, lost.

Then we dare to meet this situation exactly the same now, a thick layer of fog, and we can't see anything. ”

Hearing this, Qian Sheng's face was full of doubts, and he couldn't help but interject and ask:

"Uncle Feng, since you said that they are the descendants of mountain runners and hunters, they must have grown up in the forest since childhood, and the road here should be clear, it is an exaggeration to say that you can walk out with your eyes closed, how can you get lost?"

Lao Feng slapped his thighs.

"Who says it's not, and when I went in, I went in along the road that the people stepped on before, why did I suddenly get lost?

At first, I thought it was a 'ghost hitting the wall', but as a result, Brother Zhao, who led the team, told the truth.

It turned out that we had just accidentally passed a mass grave, which used to be a residential area of a forest farm, all wooden houses, and it is said that a few years ago, a fire suddenly broke out in the middle of the night, and more than 20 men, women and children, none of them survived, and all of them burned to death in it.

Later, I buried them directly on the spot, and I heard them say that when they passed through this mass grave before, they had to burn paper money, incense or something, and then leave.

A few of us drank some wine, broke in recklessly, and didn't pay for the road, and then Zhao Boss slaughtered a pheasant on the spot, and opened a bottle of soju and poured it on the ground.

And guess what? This chicken blood, as soon as the soju landed, the fog in front of him dissipated, you said that the evil door is not an evil door, so, why don't we try it too? ”

"Uncle Feng said this, I have also heard of it, in the past, when I went to the entrance of the vegetable market in the capital, it was a place to kill heads, walk at night, and fight more, but anyone who knows the situation, after passing there, has to burn a stick of incense and light it, either burn a few pieces of yellow paper, or pour some wine, otherwise you have to hit the evil spirit."

"Is that really the case? That place looks like a department store now, right? According to you, the place will close as soon as it gets dark? ”

"You know what it is, you don't know why, when the foundation stone of the department store was laid, someone was found to do the transcendent ritual."

Listening to what they said, Bai Lu turned to Lin Yi and said:

"What about Brother Ringo? Why don't you give it a try? ”

This kind of thing is not outrageous, not to mention that people like them who often deal with such things have long been surprised.

There were people all around who had died in a hurry, and they lost their lives and became the burial objects of others.

The resentment persisted for a long time, and the little things accumulated into a lot, so that there was this thick fog in the sky.

"Lao Wang, open a bottle of Erleizi!"

"Gotcha!"

Wang Qiang unscrewed the lid of the wine bottle with his mouth and handed it over.

Lin Yi twisted out three sticks of incense, lit them and held them in his hands, recited the mantra three times in his mouth, and then poured all the two thunder seeds into the ravine under his feet.

The temperature below is not low, and the aroma of wine spreads instantly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from nowhere, burning out the three incense sticks in an instant, and when their attention was diverted from the incense, the dense fog in front of them had quietly dispersed.

The plank roads that rose in the air appeared in front of everyone again.

"Oh, it's really working, Uncle Feng, it's really yours!"

Lao Feng smiled and waved his hand.

"Hey, I also suddenly remembered that there was such a thing, thank me for what, if you want to thank you, thank these seniors around you for raising your noble hand!"

Lin Yi took out the vajra umbrella, leaned forward, and repeatedly confirmed that the steps of these plank roads were real, so he stepped on them carefully, and after gaining a firm foothold, he went on to step on the next one.

Follow the plank path all the way to the ground, until the steps get lower and lower, and gradually level with the ground.

Suddenly, a chasing light shone down from above, enveloping an area below.

The area within the scope of chasing light is exactly the one they saw when they stepped into the underground palace, and the golden and brilliant tomb of the Xixia King appeared in the "mirage". (End of chapter)