Chubby shook his head sympathetically, and bent down to bow to the dry bones twice. He took the torch and prepared to enter the cave again, but he threw two more torches into it first, and then climbed into the valley.

The unwilling little fat groped the ground again, but still found nothing, and determined whether the jade cylinder should have been left on the ground. Since that person wants to leave this jade tube to future generations, he will not bury it again, and this cave does not seem to have undergone any geological changes, otherwise the skeleton at the entrance of the cave would have been buried a long time ago. Since there is no one on the ground, it can only be on the wall of this cave.

Changing another torch, Chubby began to grope around the cave wall. It was a big job, until I groped my way around the poem on the cave wall and finally found a loose stone the size of a palm. After pulling the stone out, I saw the so-called jade cylinder hidden inside.

Xiaopang looked at his fat palm, and knew that he couldn't stuff his whole hand in, so he could only stick his fingers into it and carefully took out the jade tube. I was a little disappointed when I got this jade tube, saying that it was a jade tube, but no matter how I looked at it, it looked like a black stone, more than ten centimeters long, and the whole body was dark, just enough to be able to hold it in my hand, but it had some weight.

The poem said that there was a book left, and Xiaopang couldn't wait to lean on the jade tube to the torch, but there was nothing on it, such a little gadget, even if it was carved with a fly's head, he couldn't write a few words, not to mention that it was smooth and round, and there was no trace of carving.

Xiaopang frowned slightly, what kind of book is this? He has also read it in the novel, saying that the jade cylinder needs to be penetrated with divine sense, isn't this a bit ridiculous, he is an ordinary man, how can he have any divine sense? Besides, those gods and immortals are all made up, how can they leave books in stones.

Wait, if it's all made up, why does the jade cylinder be mentioned in the poem, and look at the meaning of the poem, just let future generations find the jade cylinder, is there really such a thing as a jade cylinder in the world?

But even if those legends are true, and this jade cylinder in his hand is also true, but how can he use this thing? Holding the jade tube in his hand, it doesn't look like a high-quality jade, even if he wants to sell it for money, it shouldn't be worth a few dollars.

He took the torch again and shone it into the little hole, but there was nothing. Chubby couldn't help but be disappointed, shaking his head helplessly and sighing. But I was still unwilling to touch the wall again, and there was no other discovery, it seems that the jade cylinder written in the poem should be this black stone.

Xiaopang can only put the black stone in his chest pocket, thinking that there is something better than nothing, maybe he doesn't know the goods, maybe this is really a good piece of jade, if such a big piece can definitely be worth a lot of money, in case it is worth a lot of money, then he will not worry about the rest of his life.

There was nothing to be nostalgic about, Xiaopang climbed out of the cave, came outside and looked at the pile of white bones, sighed and said: "Alas, senior, what kind of broken thing are you leaving here, I pointed out that you could leave something useful, but it turned out to be a broken stone, which makes me embarrassed." ”

After saying that, Xiaopang turned around and wanted to return the same way, but he just took a step and felt that it was inappropriate, turned his head to look at the white bones scattered on the ground, Xiaopang moved his heart of compassion again, and thought in his heart: Although this person did not leave any good things for himself, it seems that he is also a poor person, and it is a bit too inhumane to let him just be so violent in the wilderness, so he should dig a pit and bury him, which can be regarded as a burial.

Shaking his head, Chubby turned around and came back again. He made four torches and put them in the ground, and made a hole in the ground with thin pieces of stone. Because of the lack of sunlight in this cave, the ground is relatively wet, and it is not very difficult to dig a hole, but it is not so easy for Chubby.

The first is that his body is really difficult to move, the second is that his right hand is inconvenient and can only use his left hand to work, and the tool is too rudimentary, although the thin stone chips are quite large, but the digging of the pit is indeed a bit unsatisfactory.

It took almost three hours of digging before Chubby dug a small pit in the ground that was not too big or deep, collected the bones of the man, and put them into the pit piece by piece. At this time, Xiaopang no longer feels afraid, he is almost a dead person, is it necessary to be afraid of another dead person?

Build a low grave bag for that person, as for the tombstone, there is no way to get it, and even if you can get it, you don't know what the person's name is, and it's still useless.

After bowing a few times in front of the grave, Xiaopang said to himself: "Senior, you can sleep here with peace of mind, no matter what you have experienced before, now you are dead, and the most important thing is to go into the soil for peace, all I can do is this, I hope I won't come here to accompany you, let's say goodbye." ”

There was nothing to be nostalgic about, Fat got up and picked up a torch and left here, he still needed to go back to the mouth of the bag, because there was sunshine, water, and wild fruits, and maybe he could hold on for a few more days.

I don't know how long I walked, Chubby still returned to the place where he fell, it was already pitch black, Chubby knew that it should be dark outside, and he was already tired, so he ate some wild fruits casually, left a fire, and was ready to rest.

But as soon as he lay down, his stomach was rumbling again, and the little fatty, who was already physically and mentally exhausted, really didn't want to move, thinking it was just a fart, so he tried to relax a little, and suddenly felt that something flowed out, and the little fat yelled 'I damn it', and then got up and ran towards the big tree in the distance. It's the fourth time today to solve major life events again, and it seems that this belly is really not angry.

After fighting for about half an hour, when Xiaopang stood up again, he was already covered in sweat, his knees were sore, and he almost couldn't stand, holding on to the big tree next to him and panting. As the saying goes: a good man can't stand three splashes, and Xiaopang is the good man who is about to collapse at this time.

Slowly moved back to the cave wall, covered his stomach and lay down, and Xiaopang finally entered the dream comfortably. I slept very sweetly this night, and today's workload was really a bit heavy, which made Xiaopang really tired, so he snored when he fell down.

Just when Chubby slept hazy and seemed to wake up from a dream. A long white light suddenly came out of his chest, the white light became more and more intense, illuminating the cave walls brightly, and gradually a figure appeared in the white light, this figure looked like he was in his forties, dressed in ancient costume, and the sword gate was eye-catching and very majestic.

After the figure appeared, he kindly looked at the sleeping little fatty, and after looking at it for a while, he smiled and called: "Child, come out to see me, child, come out and see me." "What he said is very unreasonable, isn't Xiaopang in front of him, how can he come out to see him?