In the undulating mushroom forest, "Maoxia" suddenly shrank into a ball, and the fat man standing on the "Emperor Mushroom" kept swinging his arms and signaling an emergency retreat. Seeing this, I hurriedly grabbed Uncle Ming's arm, dragged him backwards and walked backwards.

There were sounds of grinding mushrooms shaking from behind. There were a lot of sounds, at least three sides, only in the direction of the lake. I didn't care about looking back to see what it was. I just ran wildly towards the location where the fat man was. The fat man never shot. This means that those things were still far away from me, or they had not chased them up. When we climbed the trapezoidal grinding mushrooms and returned to the "Emperor Mushroom", Uncle Ming immediately fell down, panting like a broken bellows.

The fat man and I took out the telescope and looked back along the way. On the clearing ground of the mushroom grinding jungle just now, hundreds of "Di Guanyin" appeared in the shape of a small fox or a snow rat. Their fur is better than silver foxes, sharp teeth and claws, and good at digging holes. Because their voices are like tigers, they are scientifically called "Snow Fox". However, they can only survive in hot springs or geothermal areas. They are cunning and cruel by nature. In Karamir, some people also call them "Di Guanyin". Many local people's homes require daily necessities made of animal fur. They are of extremely high value and are also available in the northeast. However, they are small in number and their furs are not as good as those in Kunlun Mountains, but they look like weasels.

A large group of "Di Guanyin" was facing a white wall, surrounding the "Panxia". They seemed to be disciplined and no one acted rashly. They just lay silently around them. Soon, a silver-haired "Di Guanyin" crawled out of the team. It seemed to be the leader of these "Di Guanyin". It stood up with its front paws, pushed the motionless "Panxia" with its claws, and then turned around it twice before returning to the team.

At this time, the other "Di Guanyin" stepped forward one after another, approached "Maoxia", opened their mouths at a very close distance, and blew air along the gap of the hard shell tightly tightly "Maoxia". In a short while, the "Maoxia" seemed to be unable to withstand the itch, stretched out the tightened shell, without any room for resistance, and was overthrown by dozens of "Di Guanyin" and turned upside down and could only let it slaughter.

Because the distance is too far, although there are fluorescent light everywhere in the hole, if there are too many dark areas in the middle, the light will be absorbed and weakened by the darkness in the underground space. The fat man and I cannot see clearly what evil tricks the "Di Guanyin" are used. I saw that the poor "Zanxia" was peeled off like a big shrimp, and in an instant, revealing the translucent meat inside. The group of "Di Guanyin" peeled the "Zanxia" meat, resisted it, and carried it to the distant corner.

The fat man and I looked at each other and lay on the "Emperor's Mushroom". We couldn't speak for a long time. We didn't care about the hundreds of "Di Guanyin". But the scene just now was definitely not a behavior that beasts like "Di Guanyin" could do. Their habits were in groups of three or five, and there were rarely so many gathering together, and they were actually orderly. The most incredible thing was that after they peeled the "Pills" they did not compete for food, as if they were holding some ceremony to transport the food elsewhere, but these guys never had the habit of storing food like termites. This behavior was too abnormal.

The fat man thought for a long time and said, "Maybe they know that the price has risen significantly recently and want to stock up on some shortages. This is a group of speculators."

I shook my head and suddenly had a bad premonition. In the human skin murals that record ancient rituals and legends, and in the deeds of the world's enemy-making king, it was mentioned more than once that the priests of the "Demon Kingdom" could drive wild beasts, collectively known as "demon slaves". This kind of thing is not impossible. Some lost herbs and formulas in ancient times can indeed control the simple behavior of wild beasts.

I feel that those "di Guanyin" are very unusual. They must be controlled by some kind of force. The food is not for them to eat by themselves. There may be something guarding the altar near the underground altar. These slaves may all transport food to it. If Shirley Yang and A Xiang accidentally enter the altar and they are alone, it will be troublesome.

Seeing that the large group of "Di Guanyin" left far away, they probably went to catch other foods, and Uncle Ming finally breathed evenly. I asked him if he could walk around by himself. If he couldn't leave, he would stay in and wait for us. We got the second underground lake to find the two lost people. Maybe there was a special smell on the Emperor's mushrooms, and ordinary things dare not approach them. It should be safe to stay here.

Uncle Ming immediately expressed his attitude. When he was washed down from the temple by the water, he did not see the rest of the people. He relied on his proficiency in water and swam by the rivers and oceans, so he had not drunk a few sips of water to save his life. Now of course, he would go to find him together. If Ah Xiang had a few shorts, he would die with his eyes open. So we came down from the Emperor's mushrooms and detoured to the underground lake. There were more big flies here, not only in the air, but also on the ground were full of them and larvae corpses that had not yet faded. The entire area was shrouded in a fog of death.

There are several huge natural tunnels by the lake. The water of the underground lake diverts into it, forming huge rivers. This is only exposed. In addition, the water system hidden deeper underground has created a complex giant water network here. There is something that everyone knows. We are basically lost now and dare not leave the double-layer underground lake too far. It is surrounded by unknown areas, completely unfamiliar geological landforms, including those strange insects that I have never seen before, and the sieve-like arc top is easy to come down and difficult to go up, and there is no possibility of going back from there. I feel a little worried when I think of this. Shirley Yang has a flare and a signal gun. It is said that we should contact us through this tool, but there has been no movement... I really don't dare to think about it badly.

This underground lake is very large. We walked along the lake for a long time and only walked less than half a circle. There was no trace of Shirley and Yang and A Xiang. I think the fat man is okay. He is always so kind. He is so hungry. He plans to catch everything and roast it. Uncle Ming is tired and hungry, like a deflated ball, so he encourages them. There must be good things in this underground lake. I have heard that the "Dragon Pill" has the "Dragon Pill" refined by the Queen Mother of the West. Maybe as we walk, we can pick up a pot, eat one as light as a swallow, eat two pieces of food, and live with the world.

The fat man said, "Commander Hu, you second political commissar is here to scare us again. Why did this kind of saying "Jian Chen, a fortune teller, talk about Dali Pills when selling Dali Pills? You don't have to mention the Dragon Dan Xian Pills now. I'm content if I can give me fried soybeans."

I said to the fat man, "You are a small peasantist idea. Xiaofu is safe, what's the point of frying soybeans? I'm really not fooling you. This underground lake is definitely not ordinary water. What's this place? In Feng Shui, this is the dragon's head. These waters are all the brains of the Zulong. If you don't believe it, you can try it with a few sips. It's more nutritious than bean juice. You can relieve your fullness by drinking a few sips."

When Uncle Ming heard what we were eating, he swallowed and said disapprovingly: "Bean juice is very difficult to drink. I remember that I had never drunk anything in Nanyang. Of course, I have drunk everything. We also pay great attention to Feng Shui, but is it that water is nutritious in places with good Feng Shui? There is no such reason. Brother Hu, you are a little confused."

I thought that this Hong Kong farmer was not as scared as his third grandson just now, so I said to Uncle Ming: "Feng Shui is not allowed to be taught in the true way. It is ultimately a pseudo-learning. How much do you know about the tricks here? Let me tell you the truth. The water in this underground lake is not only delicious, but also worth a lot of money. How much does the dragon vein in China cost? This lake is worth. It is not only Kunlun that there is a dragon vein. Without this lake, Kunlun Ancestral Dragon is nothing. The ancients had a very appropriate comparison.

Metaphor, without Xiangyang and Jingzhou, it is not enough to use martial arts, without Hanzhong, it is not enough to have danger, and without Henan, it is not enough to live in Henan. This is due to the situation, because wind and water themselves exist objectively, and without these groundwaters, Kunlun Mountain would not be worthy of being the leader of the dragon. Although, except for the believers of the ancient demon kingdom, outsiders may have never seen this groundwater system, its existence has been proved in almost all Feng Shui theories. This is called the creation of heaven and earth, and the same principle of yin and yang."

After a lot of discussion, Uncle Ming was speechless, but this distraction made me feel no longer too tired, so I could only bear it. After finding Shirley Yang and Axiang, who were missing, I could find a way to worship Wuzang Temple. I walked around the edge of the underground lake for almost a circle. The more I walked, the colder I felt, I could not see anyone in my life or death. We looked at the heavy black lake, and I was really afraid that they had already fed big fish or were washed deeper into a deeper place. Where can I find this dark and longdong?

Just as we were anxious and were planning to search for those dark rivers, a flare suddenly rose from the center of the lower underground lake. The flare was hanging in the air, illuminating the lake surface. The frightened mayflies around us pulled their tails and flew everywhere, dancing with light. At this time, the scene was as bright as fireworks exploding in the dark sky.

Uncle Ming and I were surprised and the three of us were surprised. We were so surprised that we were searching around the underground lake but failed. It turned out that there was a small island in the middle of the dark lake. It was indeed unexpected. The happy thing was that since there was a flare there, it meant that Shirley Yang was at least alive. Maybe A Xiang was by her side, but with the pale light, there was only a bulging cone-shaped mountain on the small island in the lake, but there was no one in sight. The light gradually weakened. Before we could look carefully, we disappeared into the darkness in the lake.

Uncle Ming was shocked. Since there was no one? Who fired the flare? And why did it take so long to send a signal? This series of questions was nothing more than saying that there might be a trap on the small island in the lake. This is to lead everyone to take the bait and go there rashly, and it is inevitable that someone will make dumplings. It should be a long-term plan.

I ignored Uncle Ming's guess. While the flare was still hanging in the air and was not extinguished, I raised my telescope and looked at the terrain in the lake. There was indeed no one on the island, but I noticed that the angle of the flare just now was vertical, not the arc-fire method we usually use. In addition, the height was wrong, which means that the flare was hit from below the horizontal plane. There must be a hole on the island in the lake, and they may be trapped in it. Without further ado, I can only swim over and support them as soon as possible.

The three of them tidied up their equipment and took out the only searchlight left. They didn't dare to delay for a moment. They swam into the underground lake and swam desperately to the island in the middle of the lake. However, they found that the lonely island in the lake was not only no one nearby, but there were no traces of caves on the ground. Only behind a rock, there was a bullet-ridden M1911, with bullet-looped shells scattered around. It seemed that a fierce battle had occurred, and of course the owner of the pistol was Shirley Yang.

This island is half a football field size, with a bulge in the middle and down like a trumpet. The terrain is very strange. I looked at the rocks under my feet and said to Fatty and Uncle Ming: "This is an extinct volcano in Zhongshan, with a crater above. If they are still alive, they may fall into the crater." After that, they ran up first, and the fat man dragged Uncle Ming to follow behind.
Chapter completed!