In this huge underground space, there are countless flying eagles by the water. Their lives are very short. After the larvae in the water grow wings, they can only live in the air for a few minutes. At this time, their bodies will spread a special phosphor, which will continue to shine for a period of time after death, so the entire underground is shrouded in a layer of hazy and mysterious white fluorescence.

As we were in the ground, our eyes gradually adapted to this dim underground fluorescence. The things around us were no longer as blurred as they were at the beginning. I looked at the soft big dian under me, which looked like an umbrella and a cover. The middle part was white and the surroundings were pitch black. It was indeed a rare big mushroom with a diameter of less than twenty meters.

This kind of fungus grows a lot in the wet areas underground. When I saw the big mushroom under my body, the fat man and I immediately remembered that when I was in the Xing'anling line, I went to the mountains to pick wood ears. It had just rained, and I actually saw a mushroom taller than the mountain in the valley. It was growing in the sky in the forest. We were amazed at that time. People in the village said it was "Emperor's Mushroom". If we were lucky, we could see it once or twice every August. However, this thing grows fast and rots quickly. I just saw it in the morning and it may disappear before noon. Moreover, the forest with "Emperor's Mushroom" is very dangerous because the taste is too swagger, and the colors are different, and the properties are very different. Because it is rare, few people can know it carefully. So when everyone sees it, they can only be seen. They dare not eat or touch it, and they walk around.

I discussed with the fat man that this mushroom is not as big as we have seen in Xing'anling, but it is not small anymore. It should be the same as the "Emperor Mushroom". It is almost impossible to roll down from the gravel slope by the underground lake. The gravel slope is too steep and slippery, so I can't stand it at all, so I had to climb down from this "Emperor Mushroom".

We were washed down from the top of the sieve-like cave and separated from several others. What I was most worried about was the "Spotted Dragon". At the bottom of the "Wind Erosion Lake", one of the two "Spotted Dragons" seemed to be killed by the falling Qianjun stone eye, but there was still one, including the "Whitebeard Fish King", which should have been washed into the underground lake by the torrent. If someone encounters them with Shirley, Yang, Uncle Ming, and A Xiangzhong, it will definitely be in danger.

Thinking of this, the fat man and I didn't dare to neglect. We didn't care about the soreness on our bodies. We climbed from the top of the "Emperor Mushroom" to the edge and looked down at the terrain. Under the tall "Emperor Mushroom", there were countless staggered earth mushrooms, with varying colors and sizes. Looking down, it looked like a forest of mushrooms, many large ephemerals like long-tailed dragonflies, like groups of white ghosts flying and shuttled through them.

In the distance is the second layer of the underground lake. When I first fell into the lake, I felt that the water flowing eastward was very strong. It turned out that the underground lake in this huge cave was divided into two layers, with a large drop. On the top of the dome-like cave, there were countless holes, ranging from more than ten meters to less than one meter in size. The lake water above and the groundwater in the mountains were poured down from the holes. All the water columns flowed into the first layer of the underground lake above. Here is an inclined bottom of the pot, and the terrain to the lower layer of the water was low. After this layer of water was full, a large water curtain formed and poured into the second layer of the underground lake below. The lake was even larger and the area with large water was not fluorescent. It looked black and white, and it was hard to tell its full picture.

If the rest of the people were still alive, they were likely to be washed to the second floor of the underground lake by the water flow. The "Emperor Mushroom" grew not far from the second floor of the underground lake. We were condescending, wanting to find the missing Shirley and Yang from a high place, but we only saw a few big fish jumping from time to time in the water, and there was no one to see. I asked the fat man to stay here and look around the lake.

Just as I was about to use a paratrooper knife to tread the mushrooms, I saw a man swimming up the lake below. Although I couldn't see his face clearly, I looked at the figure, and I saw Uncle Ming climbing up the shore, walking a few steps, looking around, and then walked straight into the mushroom forest under the "Emperor Mushroom". Looking at his appearance, he seemed to want to climb to a high place to see the Ming terrain.

I told the fat man that the old Hong Kong farmer has a very big life. Since he came here, the fat man will take care of him temporarily. I will go to the lake to find two other people, and finally meet up near the most obvious "Emperor Mushroom".

I was about to set off, but suddenly I realized something had happened. Uncle Ming walked more than ten meters among the tall and short mushrooms. Perhaps because of his shock and fright, he was overly tired, unable to take steps under his feet, tripped to the ground, fell to bite the mud, lying on the ground, turned over, rubbed his arms for a long time and didn't get up. It seemed that he had a little thought of giving up and planning to die just like this, but he really didn't want to move.

According to the instructions, my uncle fell down and it was nothing, but his body was heavy and alarmed something nearby. The fat man and I took advantage of the bleak fluorescence from the heights and found that the mushroom not far from him suddenly moved. There was something with a black shell in his body slowly squirming. The black shell was layer by layer, and the body was very long. My heart skipped apart. It was not good, it was like a big centipede. If it was really a centipede, how big would it be?

Uncle Ming was lying on the ground with his mouth open and closed, as if he was talking to himself, and he might be complaining about the dangers nearby, but he had no idea about the dangers nearby. Fatty and I wanted to call him to be careful on the "Emperor Mushroom", but the sound was covered by the sound of the nearby water flowing. We couldn't hear anything if we didn't speak in front of us.

My shotgun was lost in the melee at the bottom of the "Wind Erosion Lake", only the pistol was left, and the fat man's things were not lost. The sports rifle was always on his back. At this time, I raised the gun and wanted to shoot. I held down his gun. Although the range of the rifle could be far, the caliber was not good. It would be useless to shoot here. Even if I was to warn him about Uncle Ming, I might not be able to save him. Once he saw the big centipede, he would definitely be so scared that his legs were weak and he couldn't run out for half a step. Only I rushed down to save him. However, the mushroom forest was full of dense mushrooms. Although Uncle Ming and the big centipede could be seen at a high place, the sight of him must be blocked. The fat man must be the guard of his guard, and use sign language to indicate the complex terrain for me at a high place, and use a rifle to cover and shoot at critical moments.

Of course, this is a rushing against time. There is no time to deploy these plans. I just said to the fat man, and I inserted the paratrooper knife into the "Emperor Mushroom" and slid down from the inclined umbrella cover. There were also some very tall mushrooms below, distributed in trapezoidal shape. When I encountered a large slope, I used the "partrooper knife" to slow down and quickly went to the bottom. There were no rocks on the ground here. There were a layer of small mushrooms as big as fingers, and there were large mushrooms more than one meter long nearby.

I looked back at the fat man above. The fat man hung his rifle on his chest, waved his arms, and played the flags used for naval communications. These were all learned in Fujian before. They were very simple and intuitive. When he saw his movements, the other party moved slowly and pointed out the direction.

I waved my arm at him and said that I had received a signal. At this time, a faint mist appeared in the mushroom forest. I was worried that the centipede would release poisonous mist, so I took out the gas mask from my carrying bag and put it on. I held the M1911 with both hands, lowered the muzzle, and quickly approached Uncle Ming's position.

After the fat man indicated several directions, I found Uncle Ming lying on the ground. There was a "bang squeak" sound not far away. Although this sound was not loud, it seemed like countless claws were scratching, which made people feel scared. Moreover, the sound of water here was weak, which was particularly frustrating.

I approached quietly, trying to pull Uncle Ming to pull him up, and ran away immediately. Uncle Ming suddenly saw the gas mask and was startled, but then he knew it was his own person. He stared at me with his dull eyes and smiled at me, trying to struggle to get up, but it seemed that his legs had turned into noodles and were not in control. I was eager to leave this dangerous area, so I made a ban on the sound of him, signaling him not to make any noise, and then carried him on his back.

But before I could move my steps, Uncle Ming behind me suddenly burst into laughter. I felt very cold at that time. This turtle-fucking old Hong Kong farmers were not at ease! How could the old capitalists under the imperialist colony have good people? This time I was so careless.

I immediately bounced my feet and fell backwards, pressing Uncle Ming to his back. This time, I tried my best and probably could have crushed the old Hong Kong farmers half to death. However, Uncle Ming's laughter continued, and the sound was a little distracted. The laughter was ten times worse than a woman's crying.

I thought to myself that the Hong Kong peasant was about to die and still laughed out loud. Remember a poem, the devil's palace trembled in laughter. *******. Laughing loudly before death is the privilege of revolutionaries. Why do you, an old capitalist, laugh? Let you taste Master Hu's iron fist, and implement it for you. See if you can still laugh, but then I realized that something was wrong. Uncle Ming's smile was not caused by his desire to laugh.

I hurriedly pressed the gun against Uncle Ming's head. After a closer look, Uncle Ming was so angry that he was so angry that he was twitching all over. His whole body was foaming in his mouth. If he continued to laugh, he might be back to his position. He was poisoned.

I looked around and found that there were clusters of unique small mushrooms where Uncle Ming fell just now, with a layer of green powder on it. He probably licked it on it when he was knocking down. Is this kind of laughing mushroom? This powder is so sharp that it will become like this when it gets a little bit into his mouth. It will take only a few minutes to laugh like this and kill people.

I was wise in a hurry and quickly slashed Uncle Ming's ears and shaved it, then took out the northern Xuanzhu and placed it on his nose. The northern Xuanzhu smelled it very extreme. Uncle Ming sneezed a few times when he smelled it, and then stopped laughing, but the muscles on his face were thrusting and twitching for a while. He was still twitching constantly, and his face was so embarrassed that he was extremely embarrassed.

At this time, a rifle bullet shot on the mushroom near me. I turned around and saw the fat man holding a gun on the "Emperor Mushroom" and waving it continuously, as if notifying me to evacuate quickly.

A large mushroom nearby swayed, and the big centipede with black shells all over the body drilled out. Uncle Ming's position happened to be exposed in front of it. I hurriedly took a few steps back, pulled off the gas mask, and first called the fat man on the "Emperor Mushroom" not to shoot, and then said to Uncle Ming in panic: "Uncle Ming, this centipede behind you is afraid to eat you. You sacrifice yourself to save me, I will never forget it. After I go home, I will definitely burn more paper money for you. You will die if you save someone and die. I will definitely achieve the right result. I congratulations first."

Uncle Ming was shocked and quickly turned around and looked behind him. He was about to faint when he turned his eyes. I quickly pulled him up and said to him, "Okay, I won't joke with you anymore. As soon as that guy showed up, I realized that he was not a centipede, but a Dawanxia who only grew up underground, and a vegetarian monk. At that time, our master didn't know how many of them had dug out from the Kunlun Mountains. It was very common."

After hearing what I said, Uncle Ming looked at the thing behind him carefully. A five or six-meter-long arthropod "Zanxia". This fat and thick beetle has a pair of curved and hard tentacles in front of his head, which is used to sense and explore the way. His whole body is black, only his claws are white, and there are centipedes like centipedes under his thick and fat body. This thing is stupid and only eats underground fungi.

Uncle Ming took a breath and wiped his sweat. This old life was picked up from the gate of hell again. He forced a bitter smile at me. I asked him if he had seen Shirley Yang and A Xiang?
Chapter completed!