But it turns out that Passerby A's luck is not good, and he is somewhat similar to Xiong in this regard. Bears have always had a miserable reputation, and no matter what good things are, there is almost no such thing as a bear. But if there is any calamity, it will be a bear.

Passerby A doesn't know Xiong very well, and he and Xiong are just friends who meet in Pingshui. But passerby A is a man who really pays great attention to morality. Therefore, no matter how difficult things are, as long as passerby A agrees, he will definitely go back.

This thousand-year-old snow ginseng can actually relieve the Gu poison of the people who have become crying. It's just that the amount of thousand-year-old snow ginseng is too small, and it can cure one person, two people, but not thousands of people. Therefore, passerby A came up with a way to boil the thousand-year-old snow ginseng into a pot of soup.

When the time comes, as long as they are poisoned, they will come forward and drink a bowl of soup, and it is estimated that the Gu poison in them will be removed.

It's just that it's all conjecture. And passer-by A didn't expect that the thousand-year-old snow ginseng he had been dreaming of would be used to treat others. You must know that thousand-year-old snow ginseng, as the name suggests, takes a thousand years to have one.

In other words, this thousand-year-old snow ginseng may be the only snow ginseng in the world. If you want to say that it is precious, the value of thousand-year-old snow ginseng can no longer be described as priceless. Because the thousand-year-old snow ginseng can not only be sold for silver taels, but also can be used to save people. Human life, compared with those gold, silver and jewelry, is thousands of times more valuable.

When passerby A passed by the bitter city, passerby A found that there was a dungeon in the bitter city. And those who stayed in the dungeon made passer-by A feel sorry for them.

Many of the children who stay in the dungeon are still very young, and if they are not treated, they may be left in the dungeon for the rest of their lives.

Therefore, passerby A felt that he needed to save them, even if it was to consume this priceless snow ginseng, he felt that it was worth it.

However, the thousand-year-old snow ginseng is only one of the materials for the treatment of that kind of Gu poison, and only after the three materials are gathered together, the Gu poison can be removed.

But right now, not to mention the other two materials, on the issue of thousand-year-old snow ginseng alone, passerby A has already encountered trouble. Among the eight paths, passerby A is struggling to eliminate them, and until now, passerby A is struggling with which of the two roads should be.

The more you get to the end, the more cautious passerby A becomes. He didn't want all the hard work he'd put in to disappear all at once, and he didn't want him to go back in vain.

"This path shouldn't be wrong, right?" I saw passer-by A tentatively knock lightly on the wall. After noticing no reaction, Passerby A jumped in at once, and at the same time mobilized the sensory cells of his whole body, carefully perceiving the changes around him, so that if something happened, he could escape as soon as possible.

However, to the surprise of passerby A, nothing happened. The road was still narrow, and there was still darkness in it, but there was nothing special about it.

This made passer-by A a little relieved, and he finally found the right place, so he could go in and find out, right?

Passerby A's hand kept rubbing against the wall, looking for a way forward in this darkness.

The light behind him made passer-by feel that he was leaving the light little by little, and walking towards the darkness little by little.

Passerby A didn't have a torch, and he didn't dare light a torch. Because the air in this tomb is limited, this kind of dark cave that is not suitable for people to be discovered will not be ventilated for thousands of years, and the outer layer is fine, but the inner layer may exude the smell of dead people rotting. Limited air will also determine whether the torch can burn or not.

If passerby A goes in with a torch, then when the torch is extinguished, it is also the time of death of passerby A.

Therefore, passerby A did not hold a torch, but in the dark, with his perception of darkness and things, he groped his way forward little by little.

In this long narrow road, the road seems to be very dull, but it seems to have no end. Here, Passerby A counts his steps and calculates the length of the road.

At first, it was fine, but when passer-by A counted more than a thousand steps, he realized that something was wrong. This tomb is obviously not too big, but why did I walk for so long and didn't realize where the end of this road was?

Moreover, this point, as if it didn't exist at all, made passerby A a little inexplicably nervous.

However, more than a thousand steps have already been taken, and even if they go back, they will have to walk more than a thousand steps. Passerby A frowned and weighed it, and finally did not choose to go back.

Because, once you go back, it marks the end of your previous efforts. Not only that, but when he returned to the hall of that cemetery, Passerby A had no chance to explore, which reduced his chances of finding the thousand-year-old snow ginseng.

Therefore, passer-by A still chose to move on, although he could not see the future or hope, but this was the only thing passer-by A could do. He had staked his fate and hopes here.

Life is like a big gamble. All the people in the rivers and lakes are gambling all the time, but some people are gambling on silver taels, and some people are gambling on their lives.

Passerby A should be regarded as the latter.

To be precise, there are two kinds of gamblers. One is to gamble on the number of lives, and the other is to really gamble with your own lives. Among them, the latter should be called an outlaw.

Gritting his teeth, Passerby A continued to walk forward in the dark road. One step, two steps, one step, two steps

All around, there was silence. I could only hear the soles of passers-by's shoes rubbing against the bluestone pavement. In this silent cemetery, silence is often the most terrifying, because it means that there is no one.

Even if you die, you're dead, unless someone else comes on an expedition to find out you're dead. Otherwise, no one will find out for years after his death.

"Damn, where is it?" Passerby A finally couldn't help but after walking a few hundred steps, "There must be something wrong!"

Passerby A faintly felt that this tomb could not be so big at all, although he seemed to be on the right path, but in fact he might have gone wrong, because for such a long time, he could go from one city to another, how could he be in a tomb and not go from one end to the other?

In other words, passerby A may have been going around in circles. Although he didn't know where he was around, or how long he had been spared, he found that he couldn't find his way out.

"It won't be like this. Thinking of this, Passerby A was unhappy for a while, raised his hand and habitually smashed it against the wall.

This wall, under the effect of a punch from a passerby, actually sank into it a little.

This made passer-by A a little dumbfounded.