Daomu Biji

I shook my head, and my brain was like a boiled mud: "I don't understand, what was the last time he left, has he been here?"

Uncle San touched the signs, "Yes, I saw this mark more than once in this ruin, and it was everywhere. I followed these signs and walked through the rain forest at the fastest speed and reached you. The camp I found. But I was n’t sure that this mark was left by this younger brother, and now it is confirmed that the handwriting is the same, then that ’s right, this younger brother must have been here before, and there are still a few years. ”

"But what's the matter?" I was speechless for a while and wanted to ask questions, but I didn't know what to ask.

I recognize the extension, and have extremely sensitive knowledge of handwriting, especially engraved handwriting, so I can be sure that this symbol is indeed engraved in a boring oil bottle. However, the above-mentioned shimi will not deceive people. This is indeed not a recent engraving, so it seems that the only explanation is that the oil bottle has been here.

Was it before he lost his memory? Is he also on the team of Wen Jin and Huo Ling?

Impossible, he completely lost his memory when he was in Xisha.

"I don't know for the time being, but I told you that this little brother is not simple. Obviously his past is unfathomable, and there is a reason for everything he does." Sanshudao said, "But, I Guess as long as we follow this mark, we will know where he finally arrived and may also find the way out. "

I feel that my brain ca n’t think, but I really do n’t know anything about the past of the oil bottle. If he had been here, it would be completely feasible in time. At this time, when he saw the third uncle saying this, his eyes looked Black glasses go out direction.

I asked him what was wrong, he made a gesture to stop me talking, and looked at the black glasses to go out, and then lowered his voice to me: "I am really mad at you, this time you really should not come."

I saw that he suddenly turned his back and spoke so softly, as if he was tabooing black glasses, he was stunned.

The third uncle continued anxiously and said, "Your mother-in-law really does not look at feng shui. Your third uncle and I have been different than before. This time the buddies are your third uncle and I called from the road temporarily. My grandfather does n’t listen to me at all. I can only make a response, and I have to guard against their backwaters. I ’m overwhelmed by myself. You ’re not going to die. ”

I immediately understood why the expression of the third uncle was so helpless. Pan Zi told me about these situations, but I didn't expect the situation to be so serious, and immediately whispered: "I can't help, you call me--"

Not finished, the third uncle gave me a glance immediately, I looked back at the black glasses has returned, he asked the black glasses said: "how?"

"Down, I asked them to send the equipment down first." Black glasses grinned, "They asked the dead fat man what to do, or left the dead fat man on top, looking for someone to take care of it? Taking him unrealistic-Xiaosan Lord, your face is not pretty. "

Mr. Uncle said just now, I was a bit overwhelmed, maybe my face showed it, but I still have the adaptability, and immediately said: "This smell is too bad."

Sanshu thought for a while and thought, "Can't stay, absolutely can't be dispersed, tell them to come down first, and then we will find a place to think about the fat man again."

"Get." He said, "Then the little third man came out to help a hand, this guy is a big part."

I nodded and said, "I will come here after I finish talking." I watched the black glasses go out.

I and Sanshu looked at each other and saw that Sanshu's expression was also very different. I said that I really didn't expect this to happen to this extent. It seemed that Sanshu was really not easy.

To tell the truth, I have a good impression of black glasses, although this person seems a bit crazy, it seems that I know too little about the things on the rivers and lakes.

The third uncle continued softly, "Do n’t argue with me. You ca n’t take care of you this time. You have to be careful. I ’m so mad at you. If we can go out, I will definitely go to your father. Tell you badly. "

I saw his expression and knew he was not kidding, so he nodded. He hurriedly said: "I'll make a long story short, you remember, these people are all ruthless characters on the ground of Changsha, and only these talents dare to trap this kind of lama. This black glasses is a banner person. I don't know the name. They are called on the road The black blind, he is a group. The other group is the one called the mop. This group of people used to be robbers and desperate people. You have to be especially careful about this group of people. Do n’t be my former group. Do n’t say everything. ”

I continued to nod, the third uncle looked outside. At this time, the black blind called a few times, and the third uncle shot me to let me pay attention.

I stopped talking and went out with the black blind man. In fact, I have n’t fully reacted at this time, and I thought about it while helping me to really realize how troublesome things are. The third uncle wanted to talk to me alone, it was like this. Obviously this group of people was already alert, and it might have happened before. Something happened.

I do n’t understand anything about the rivers and lakes, and I ca n’t think about it at this time. I have to try my best to pretend to be as good as before.

The fat man was tied down with the "mop". The two were not easy to control. After being pulled in, the urine of the two people was so ridiculously thick that it was almost disgusting. Then, the people above came down one by one.

The mop was still very polite. After a few words of Changsha, he still nodded and smiled at me. Xiao Sanye is short and Xiao Sanye is short. However, when I listened to it, I felt very different from what I had just said. Looking at these people, I felt that my expressions were a bit fake. I do n’t know if it ’s a psychological effect or really has this meaning.

I pretended that I couldn't hear it at all, so I got upset, and didn't think about what happened to the stuffy oil bottle.

Four or five hours later, everyone went down to the lower shaft, sorted out the equipment, and found two people carrying the fat man. We started to follow the mark of the dull oil bottle and proceeded deep into the shaft.

My uncle gave me a short-barreled double-barreled tiger head shotgun with a double-barrel flat type. This is the gun I used to shoot a flying saucer. The model is the same, but it is a little lighter. Two shots at a time, using lead shotguns. This should be the most high-end weapon that Uncle San can get. We also used this kind of thing in Qixing Lu Palace. I bought it from the black market at the time.

This thing can only play a hindering and deterrent role in hitting large animals, but it should be quite convenient to fight that kind of cockscomb, which can sweep a large piece at a time. I said to myself that Pan Zi didn't bring one, and it was really outdated to use his short rifle.

I thought Pan Zi was very worried. I do n’t know how he is now. It should be safer in that temple than here, but if he starts burning again, I ’m afraid it ’s really fierce. If there is him, three Uncle should not need to worry so much.

I reminded the reliefs seen by Uncle San that the functions of these tunnels in addition to water storage are to serve the cockscomb vipers. I came from the rain forest all the way, and I did n’t see too many cockscomb snakes. Obviously, the site of these snakes is in these tunnels, we have to be more careful.

The uncle said that these snakes are invincible. It is useless to be more careful.

The height of the tunnel is high and low. The environment here makes me feel very similar to the Lu Palace. Could it be that the West Zhou Road was not the road we thought it was at all, but the drainage well?

Cannot be guessed, because there is sufficient rainfall in Shandong, and there is no need for such a complicated underground water storage system. Otherwise, in case of months of heavy rain, these stored water may be flooded out. It should be simply similar here.

In less than five hundred steps, the well had a bifurcation. The uncle took photos with the miner's lamp. One went up and the other went down. The up well should be the upstream well. The water came down from above and then merged with this one. The down stream flows. We searched nearby, and immediately saw the sign of a stagnant oil bottle on the lower shaft.

The uncle could not conceal his excitement, but now I can see that his excitement is a bit fake, and I have to pretend to be very nervous. He did not hesitate and waved to move on.

Traveling in this kind of shaft is extremely boring. It is surrounded by stone bricks, without any reliefs or humanities. Some are just rough stones, and the swaying wall of the miner's lamp has not changed a long time.

The first section walked for three hours, one after another, and saw many marks left by the stuffy oil bottle. The process is very boring, so I wo n’t go into details. Passing through a lot of reservoirs, the only thing that makes me feel a little interesting is that as our height decreases, these reservoirs are larger than one, and there is no sound around, it seems that there are no snakes here.

This is somewhat beyond our expectation, and it can be said that there are some luck, but I always feel that something is not right, what seems to be hidden in this quiet.

Long story short, we stayed together until night, and our nervous nerves finally began to relax. We were only able to rest in a line in the well that day, lit several fires, and when we ate, the fat man woke up for the first time.

The third uncle gave him an injection to consolidate, and gave him something to eat. I asked him what happened, but he still had no energy to speak, only a few words, and soon fell asleep again.

But my heart has been widened, and the snake venom is not a serious injury. If he can wake up, it means he has no big trouble. Sure enough, the next morning, when he woke up, his face had recovered, although he could not move, but he was able to stand up when he was supported, looking around, he was feeble and asked me what was going on.

I said: "This time you have to thank me. It's rare that I don't give up or give up. I almost tossed me to death before saving you. How can you thank me for this new life?

If the fat man can toss, he will ask someone to smoke, and his face is languid: "I rely on, fat man, I have saved you many times, you will save me and come back to this one. I tell you, this It does n’t count even once. ”Then asked me where this is.

I said about the situation afterwards, he did not make any indication after hearing it, so I asked him what happened to him in the end.

He said that they ran away after chasing, what speed that little brother was, he couldn't catch it at all, and later heard the sound of the snake, he thought the same as I thought, the third uncle's man was alive, but not I was so reckless and sneaked over, and as a result, I opened the grass and was bitten by a snake.

This is indistinguishable from my thinking. He said, I am afraid that the younger brother will also have to make a move. The snakes in the mother are too evil. God bless him two smarter than us.

The third uncle was still very happy to see the fat man. He handed him the cigarette. I think I might come because the fat man is finally himself. But the fat man was very depressed when he saw the third uncle and said, "Sir, look at your lama, you have to add money to me when you go back, otherwise I won't do it."

After talking, several other people also agreed with him. As soon as he laughed, it seemed that there was no problem with the atmosphere. No one seemed to notice the bitterness of Sanshu's smile.

The fat man recovered quickly. I asked him to drink more water. For the first time, his urine was black. Slowly, the urine began to clear. His physique is indeed good, and his face is getting more and more ruddy. When we are about to set off, he can basically stand up and act on his own.

I held him up, and went deeper, bit by bit, like yesterday, one reservoir and one reservoir. We found that the storage system should actually be a net-like bag, the simpler the structure, But the larger the volume of wells and reservoirs.

Finally, we stopped in the sixth reservoir, which was so large that a stone pillar surrounded by three people stood in the center of the reservoir to prevent it from collapsing. The entire cistern is dry, and the distance is visually as large as half a football field.

The fat man no longer needs me to help, but the physical strength has not fully recovered. He sat down and straightened his breath, sweating all over.

We stopped because we did not rest. Traveling in the shaft is like walking on the windy and beautiful beaches compared to marching in the rainforest. We are not tired at all. And when we reached this reservoir, we found that it was covered with dry tree roots, almost covering the entire reservoir, and those diverging wellheads were all covered in the roots, and they were covered with strange and strange fungi. , Can't find a way to continue.

I am surprised that we are now deep below the ground. Why do these tree roots grow here? Is there a tree with such a long root system in the world?

Looked at the "mop", these are not the roots of the tree, they are mycelium, this reservoir seems to be a good place to grow mushrooms. With that, let the men cut off the mycelium and look for the marks left by the oil bottle.

I looked closer and found that these mycelia are similar to the roots of the tree, but they are very soft, and they are covered with black hair, and they are close to the wall of the well.

Looking for it, someone screamed and fell to the ground. We immediately pointed the gun at him and saw that after he cut off a piece of mycelium, a wall appeared behind the mycelium. The face of Zhang Shidiao.

I knew what it was at a glance, and immediately retaliated with a vengeful laugh, to avenge them for laughing at me and being scared by the dummy. They looked at me inexplicably, and I picked up the gravel on the ground and threw it away. The moths that made up the face were frightened.

The man took a breath, and everyone laughed.

These moths may have accidentally flew into the shaft, and there may be snakes here to attract them. I said to them, be careful, there may be snakes nearby. I went to the place where the moths gathered into my face, and I really saw a large piece of white sack in the dense roots of the tree. But what surprised me is that this white flower has not many snakes, but seems to be a whole.

I picked up the snake with a shotgun, and found that it was a big snake, as thick as a bucket, and I could see the snake shed with double scales.

When Uncle San came over and touched the mucus in one hand, his face was white, and he shouted, "Take all the guns of my mother to Lao Tzu. This stuff is fresh, this skin is just coming off!" People at the crossing, hurry, this place can't stay long.

I immediately went to help, use a knife to cut the mycelium, cut off the mycelium and tear it off, and then use the miner's lamp to take a picture of the well. According to our experience, the dull oil bottle will mark the mark near that place.

Has been busy working for a long time, but he didn't find it. People were a little irritable. Almost all the slightly lower wellheads were found, leaving only the top of the reservoir. I said to myself that this time it should not be on the top, there is no **** on it, it is almost vertical, and I must climb up the gap of the well wall.

There is a thin little man with the best skill, and he climbed up unabashedly. We used a flashlight to help him light up, watching him grasp the gap of the boulder with one hand, cut off the mycelium with a machete, and then grab the gap like a rock climber, twist his body and hang over.

I said that I couldn't do it like him. When I found it later, how can I get in?

He explored a few wellheads and said, "Here," we were relieved. The third uncle asked him to tie the rope immediately, and we began to climb up one after another. I climbed up three or four times, and suddenly the little man on the top shouted again: "Sir, no, there are also, there are more than one mark."