Looking at the woman again, as if evaporated from the air, she disappeared without a trace, leaving only the blood-stained human head on the ground, as if to prove to me that what I had just seen was true.

I got up from the ground, my legs couldn't help but go soft and tremble, what kind of psychological experience this is, I'm afraid only in reality, people who have experienced it firsthand, can understand.

I got up from the ground and started to run as hard as I could, but I didn't know why I was running so hard, because when people are frightened, their brains are often blank.

Just as I ran forward, the ground under my feet began to shake strongly, this kind of vibration, a bit like the big earthquake that happened in Sichuan a few years ago, when I was hiking in the mountains of Sichuan, by chance, it was also fate, when the earthquake happened, I hid under the offering table of a broken temple halfway up the mountainside, saving a small life......

This strong tremor from the ground made me feel as if I was in the middle of the earthquake again.

However, soon, the strong tremor and roar gradually subsided, and when I turned my head to look again, the original huge mound of sealed earth had disappeared, and a huge pit appeared on the ground, and if I looked closely, it was not a pit formed by the subsidence of the ground, but a well-built underground stone staircase, which extended to the bottom of the ground as far as the eye could see, as if leading to hell.

I stood next to the stone staircase, looking at it, my head was a little dizzy, and a powerful force attracted me to go inside.

I walked up the steps of the stone staircase, one step at a time. The further you go in, the darker it gets, and you get to the point where you can't see your fingers.

I took out a flashlight from my backpack, and from a distance, the glow of the flashlight was like a firefly flying in the air in the endless darkness.

At the end of the stairs, the faint sound of a woman's laughter and a baby's cry could be heard, as if coming from the bottom of a deep well.

The further down I go, the narrower and narrower the stone steps become, and the bluestone steps gradually become green bricks, and when I see the steps built by the blue bricks, my heart relaxes a lot, because the blue bricks are a symbol of human civilization, and with the green bricks, it means that the steps are built by people, and the murals begin to appear on the bishang. I stopped, held up my flashlight, and began to study the murals that appeared on the stone walls.

A long time ago, my grandfather, who ran the rivers and lakes, once inadvertently mentioned to me that the murals of the ancients, especially those that appear in ancient tombs and Buddhist temples, are often the same as words, with a strong narrative, and often tell one or more stories to the world.

The mural in front of me seems to be about a certain prince and nobleman, leading his subordinates to hunt in the wild. At the head was a mighty young man riding a snow-white horse, with a strong bow on his back and a long sword at his waist, and a big black dog with a hideous face, wandering around the white horse.

Around the young man, a group of samurai in armor and with strong bows on their backs were chasing a pack of wolves. The wolves protected a white wolf in the middle and fled into the dense forest, and from time to time a wolf looked back and looked at it, and his eyes showed deep hostility.

Obviously, among this group of people, the young man riding a snow-white high-headed horse is their leader, and the white wolf who is protected by the wolves in the middle should be the legendary wolf king.

If I'm right, the staircase that goes down to the ground is supposed to lead to a tomb, and the person depicted in the mural is supposed to be the owner of the tomb.

Just as I was staring at the mural, suddenly, the violent vibration came from under my feet again, and in an instant, the blue brick staircase under my feet began to move.

What kind of scene was that? At the time, I just felt that the scene was very familiar, and later it dawned on me that it was exactly like riding an elevator.

I took the "elevator" all the way down and continued to move underground. I could even clearly hear the characteristic metal impact of the chains and gears in the "elevator" under my feet.

Later I realized that I wasn't so much riding an elevator as I was standing on a conveyor belt.

And I was like some cargo on a conveyor belt, being sent to a completely unknown place.

Sure enough, at the end of the conveyor belt was a huge bronze container. How big is this bronze vessel? I fell into it, like a sesame seed in the toilet.

The inner surface of this bronze vessel is smooth like a mirror, and the wisdom of the ancients is truly everywhere.

At this level of smoothness, it is basically impossible for me to climb out along the inner walls of the bronze vessel.

If I can't get out, it means I'll be trapped here, I can't imagine what the hell it will be like when I become a dry corpse.

Just when I was looking left and right, jumping up and down in a hurry and not knowing what to do, suddenly a cold voice sounded in the back of my head: Don't jump, you can't get out.

My eyes scanned back and forth, looking for the voice, but I couldn't find anything.

In the eighteen articles of cultivating immortals sent to me, it was mentioned that all demons and evil ways are good at using blinding methods to blind the eyes of the world!

In the eighteen articles of cultivating immortals, there is a special talk about the method of breaking the obscure, among which there is a "punching word trick", which is the most powerful!

According to the eighteen articles of cultivating immortals, this punching word trick is also called thunder!

Xiao Qi disappeared, but I always remember the content of the eighteen articles of cultivating immortals that she sent me at that time! Today, since I am trapped here by the blinding method, I simply give it a punching trick, and use thunder to blow it upside down!

Thinking of this, I began to recite the mantra silently in my heart, and the mantra was recited over and over again, and I hadn't started to magnify the move, but I just felt that in my mind, the world was spinning, and time and space were changing......

I opened my eyes suddenly, and I was shocked to find that my whole person was still standing in the depths of the jungle of Zhongnan Mountain, but not far from me, there was an old man wearing a Taoist robe with a childish face.

From a distance, this crane-haired and childlike old man, like a sculpture, stood there straight, motionless.

I carefully and carefully observed this crane-haired and child-faced old man, suddenly, only to hear a strange sound of "snort", a cold light flashed in mid-air, I fixed my eyes, a sharp sword in the sky, like a lightning, stabbed towards me!