Uncle Ming's legs and feet were brisk and rushed behind me: "Brother Hu, have you... seen it? What exactly is it? It seems that it is following us all the time, so it must have bad intentions."

I waved my hand to Uncle Ming and signaled him not to speak anymore. Then I pulled out my gun and pointed it at the black shadow behind me. I shook my head desperately, trying to make my eyes adapt from the whiteness as soon as possible. The black shadow not far away gradually became clear in my eyes, as if it was a black hand, two sizes larger than the fat man's head. I felt my gun-holding hand tremble. Since I entered the tunnel, I couldn't help feeling uncontrollable. For some reason, I was always feeling very weak.

At this time, Shirley and Yang and Fatty also pulled off the tape on their eyes, but there was a time difference from me. After Uncle Ming, I finally saw the things behind the tunnel the second time. There was no need for a light source in the white tunnel to see the nearby things. However, in this dim fluorescent environment, what I saw in my eyes was also slightly hazy. I saw that more than ten steps away from us was a tunnel arc, with a slope of more than a few forces. The tunnel seemed to be twisted by some force, forming a "8" shape, which was twisted in the middle of the "8" shape, and the part on the top was twisted, and a huge black hand appeared on the white wall.

However, the shape of this hand was not very clear. I didn't dare to go over, just stood there and took out the "wolf eye" flashlight and shone it with strong light. The beam of the flashlight fell on the black hand. It turned out that the hand was not inside the tunnel, but outside. It was separated from us by a tunnel wall. The white tunnel had only a very thin, crystal, but very strong shell. At least the top was like this. On the white wall, the shadow of the black hand seemed to be more eye-catching. The eyes were all white, but the palm was black, but the tunnel was tortuous and there was no way to see if there was anything else behind it.

Is the sound of footsteps sometimes in the tunnel, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, just that hand is emitted by that hand? But it is impossible for human hands to be as huge as the hand, is it the foot of a wild beast? I remember that on the way through the tunnel, I would feel the cool breeze pouring down from time to time. There may be gaps on the top of the tunnel every other section, and the things above can enter the tunnel at any time. Then I think of the large group of "di Guanyin" in the underground mushroom forest. There must be some kind of beast near the altar, guarding the forbidden area and watching everyone entering the tunnel. The closed eyes pointed to in the relief of the stone gate is an instruction to the priest. No one regards you as a human being here, but is just a group of "snake bones" victims like cattle, sheep, pigs and dogs.

Uncle Ming lowered his voice and asked me what to do? I said to him: "Don't be uncomfortable anymore. This thing is to follow us. If you don't run back, it won't have any special actions. All I said is possible. If you don't believe me, go and try it. Go and practice the 18th Road Sweeping Legs to see if it reacts."

At this time, Shirley Yang took off the tape from his eyes and gradually recovered his vision. Seeing the outside of the turning point of the tunnel, there was only a motionless black hand, which was naturally surprised. I simply told everyone about the situation. Fortunately, we judged the direction of the high bottom, otherwise once we turned around, we would be in the tunnel. Now there is no other choice. Don’t worry about what is behind, so we can only continue to move forward.

So everyone turned around and moved forward with a nervous mood. The stone wall at the end was approaching. But as soon as they moved, they heard a loud "bang" sound in the entire tunnel, like a muffled thunder. My heart trembled. I hurriedly turned around and saw that there was another big black hand on the top of the tunnel behind. As soon as we stopped, it no longer had any movement. But obviously, the moment we were moving forward just now, it also took a step. The tunnel was very loud and the sound was particularly shocking. "Thunder Mountain" might be named after this.

It is not so easy to ignore the existence in reality. Now that I open my eyes, I feel even more panicked. When I put tape on my eyes, I can at least comfort myself - it is all the sounds in the stone, but now I know that something is actually following me, but I still have to deliberately ignore it. It is really difficult.

The fat man said, we are a bit like the guerrillas who were escorted to the execution ground in Yugoslav movies, followed by the officers of the Nazi SS. Do you feel this way?

I said Fatty, your metaphor is very inappropriate. Isn’t this a mantra that we will go but never return? If we say that we are Song Jiang from the Jiangzhou Dharma Field, Dai Zong is still the same. He can still count on his accomplices like a white stripe in the waves to rob the Dharma Field.

Everyone was very depressed at this time. Although the fat man and I pretended not to care much, I knew in my heart that this road was afraid that there would be no return. When the matter came to an end, I calmed down. I looked at the stone wall in front of me that I had touched for a long time. The tunnel had indeed reached the end. The surrounding walls were full of symbols of open eyes. All the crystal stones here were twisted at an incredible angle. Although the formation of natural creation can be said to be magical and in all shapes, the terrain here is still too special.

A large piece of white rock in the shape of a twisted flower, which burst out from the ground, and it is impossible to describe what shape it is. It looks like square and round, and some places look like complex geometric figures. The stone body is completely distorted, and it is not in one direction. Some parts are clockwise, and some parts are counterclockwise, so it feels like twisted flower, and there are some black and broken rotten wood chips on the outside. There may have been a wooden structure surrounding this strange rock in the past and you can climb up to it.

I climbed the top and looked in. It turned out to be the wellhead of a slanted well. There was a white light in the depths. There were steps inside the wellhead, but they were almost worn into a slope. I don’t know how many slave prisoners were driven from here as sacrifices.

After everyone discussed and left, even the eighteen levels of hell would have to go. This disaster would be impossible to survive. So the fat man tightened his helmet and the remaining equipment on his body, and he took the lead. I saw that his climbing posture changed, but before I could remind him, the fat man had already thrust his head downwards and tilted down.

Then there were Uncle Ming, Shirley Yang and Axiang. They followed him one after another. I was the only one left in the white tunnel. I immediately felt empty and lonely in my heart. I didn't like this feeling very much. I quickly climbed up to the wellhead again. Before going down, I looked up at the black handprints deep in the tunnel, and suddenly found that at some point, a shadow of a face appeared between my hands, and the outline of the nose and mouth could be seen, but this face only had the lower half, but there were no eyes and forehead.

The black face became clearer and clearer in the crystal stone, as if it was not outside at all, but in the stone in the tunnel, and the upper part of the face was gradually emerging. Just as I was about to see its eyes clearly, I was too nervous. The stone ridge under my feet was too slippery. I didn't stand firmly and lie on the slope and slide into the bottom.

The passage underground is very spacious, with a narrow horn, a large bottom, like a very thick underground natural crystal hole. The whole is arc-shaped, with an inclination of about 45 degrees. There are some slightly protruding steps at the beginning, and there are countless simple stone grooves dug by hand on the slope below, which are shallow and slippery. In addition, the wear is too severe, most of them are almost flat. Once it slides down, it is equivalent to taking a slide. It is difficult to stop until the end. I lay on the ground and slid down. The crystal stone in the hole is brighter than the mirror surface, and I am all in all directions. The slide speed is very fast, and my eyes are almost blurred.

I was worried that if there were more prominent stone steps below, it would break the ribs on my chest. I quickly turned over and put the backpack in the air on my back under the air. When I encountered an overly smooth place, I used a mountaineering pick to slow down. It didn't know how deep it fell. The crystal slope finally calmed down. As soon as I slid out of the hole, I found that only A Xiang and Shirley Yang were standing at the entrance of the cave, and the fat man and Uncle Ming were gone.

Shirley Yang heard the sound behind him and hurriedly turned around and grabbed my arm, eliminating my sliding inertia. I saw a few meters away in front of me. The terrain turned to a right angle downward. My heart sank. Fatty and Uncle Ming were not falling below the cliff? I didn't care that my body was sore and hurt. As soon as I got up, I looked at Shirley Yang's face first, hoping to get news from her eyes that the two people were safe and sound. However, Shirley Yang had a worried face and shook his head at me. After Fatty and Uncle Ming, she almost fell down due to her permeability. Thanks to her quick hands and eyes, she hung up a large mica nearby with a hiking pick, so she stopped A Xiang who followed her down, only one minute before me.

I was even more worried. I was busy checking the section of the strata. I saw that where we were, there was an amazingly large crystal mine cave. Water droplets were seeping from time to time on the dome that was dozens of meters high. The underground lake was hanging above the head, and the crystal stone veins were crisscrossing. The top of the head was full of clumps of crystals spreading downwards. When people moved below, countless shadows were swaying around, as if they had entered an upside-down mirror maze. We were standing on a platform at the entrance, and all the feet were

The white clouds, these clouds, which are like white mist and water vapor, are stone smoke produced by orogenic movements, which are lower density than crystal dust, odorless and odorless, condense but not dispersed, and they all maintain a permanent height, dividing the cave into two from the middle and cutting into two layers. The bottom is like a lake made of white clouds. Because the situation below is invisible, it is covered by stone smoke, making the cave look flat and wide, but it doesn't feel depressed.

A topaz like mountain floated in this sea of ​​clouds. The platform at the entrance was connected to the top of the Yushan Mountain. It was a semi-fossil and half-plant-like thick vine, which was built into a transit beam. I stepped on it and was still very strong, enough to bear the weight of the human body. Standing on the top of the top, the clouds were solely that they could not see the terrain below. It was an abyss or a pool? Or it was like the top of the head, all of which were dense crystals? The fat man and Uncle Ming must have stopped and fell down. I asked A Xiang if he could see the bottom, but he saw that A Xiang's eyes were swollen because of the tape, and tears made his eyes swollen, and he was blurred when he looked at people, let alone looking at anything else. Now he couldn't count on her.

Shirley and Yang shouted a few times down, but without a response, and couldn't help but worry. I was thinking about where to find someone, but suddenly I heard the fat man's shouting from under the clouds: "Commander Hu, put the rope down and pick me up quickly, and my butt has fallen into eight-petal ***."

When I heard the fat man say this, I felt relieved. From the sound, I could tell that the bottom was not deep. We stood on the sky beam, not far from the fat man's head. I said to the fat man: "Where should I find a rope for you? I'm now looking for a bark to rub a piece of the tree. I didn't hurry up. Can you find a place to climb up by yourself? By the way, how about Uncle Ming? Did it fall down too?"

The fat man shouted under the thick stone smoke: "Hong Kong Governor's helmet fell off, and his head hit the crystal below. Who knows whether he is dead or alive? There is a layer of clouds in the middle of this place. The ghost place below is full of mirror-like stones. When I move my arms, I follow them from all directions. Now I can't even find the north. I hit the wall as soon as I move, let alone find a place to climb out. I said, "You should hurry up and find a rope. Uncle Ming almost smashed this place when he fell down. Maybe we will have to sink into the lake to feed the turtle."

When I heard that Uncle Ming’s head hit the stone, and there was a risk of collapse underneath, I knew that the situation was not good, but the climbing rope was lost on the way, so there was no rope available.

Shirley Yang suddenly thought of the "load-bearing belt" and "armed belt" that could be carried on everyone's body, which could be disassembled and connected together, and it was strong enough, so he quickly started to do it and hung the load-bearing belt, and let the fat man put all the ropes and belts of him and Uncle Ming, and then he hung up the belt.

Uncle Ming's face was covered in blood. When I reached out and touched it, I couldn't help but complain immediately: "Oh no, Uncle Ming has returned to his position and his brain is flowing out." When A Xiang heard that her godfather's brain is flowing out, her nose became sore and she started crying.

Shirley Yang said: "Don't talk nonsense, this is blood. Heme has begun to change. He still has a heartbeat. Maybe he just fainted. I'd better bandage him first."

While bandaging Uncle Ming, I advised Axiang, "Stop crying, this little blood won't kill anyone. At most, I will suffer a concussion... a mild concussion."

The fat man was waiting anxiously: "I said you still care about me? If you want to mourn Uncle Ming, you should get me up first. How good is it for us to cry together?"

Only then did I remember that Fatty is not easy for Uncle Ming to hang him up, so I lowered the load-bearing belt: "I can't pull you, I can only play a role in cooperation, you have to exert some subjective initiative."

The fat man pulled the rope down and shouted: "Although I am full of subjective initiative, I am not a jet plane, so it is impossible for me to jump up directly."

I pulled the load-bearing belt to the stone wall next to the sky beam of the stone stem. The fat man had directional guidance and crawled underneath, turning out of the crystal maze, grasping the sank and protruding position on the stone wall. In addition, Shirley Yang and I pulled him hard on the top, and finally climbed up. The fall just now was quite heavy. Although we were wearing knee pads, our tail bones hurt so much that we couldn't recover for a long time.

The blood on Uncle Ming's side also stopped. I touched his pulse and his pulse was still stable, but if I didn't go to the altar as soon as possible to lift the curse on his body, I'm afraid he would be the first to return to his position. As the saying goes, the same fate is connected, I can't leave him alone, so everyone took a breath, and from the fat man's back, Uncle Ming stepped on the sky beam hanging on the clouds and walked up to the pale yellow stone peak. The terrain here is a very neat semicircle, with a line of flags floating on the top, giving people the mysterious feeling of a mountain in the illusion. In the crystal veins above the head, there are lights like ghost fires flashing from time to time, and hundreds of them look like stars.

On the pale yellow bead-shaped mountain, the slightly darker colored place, it seems to be a five-year-old view, but it cannot be artificially cultivated. It cannot be seen what the geological structure of the stone peak is near, like jade and fossils. Occasionally, you can hear the crisp sound of flowing water in the depths. The Dragon Searching Art describes the "Dragon Pill" under the top of the ancestor dragon. It seems that it is not a false statement. This strange peak underground may be the "Dragon Pill" condensed in the eyes of Feng Shui warriors.

From time to time, I looked back at the situation behind me. The thing in the white tunnel obviously stopped at the end and did not follow me. However, the way I came from was completely cut off, but I didn't care about how to deal with it when I went back. And I didn't tell everyone the scene I saw in the tunnel in the end, so as not to further increase their pressure.

The end of the Tianliang reaches the abdomen of the mountain. The internal space is not large. There are two pools on the ground, and the walls are carved with hideous evil ghosts. On both sides, there are dozens of vigorous and ancient white stone figures, slightly taller than ordinary people. Each of them holds a stone ounce like a big sea bowl. I remember that during the ceremony depicting the human skin mural, people's eyes were plucked out and put in such a utensil. So I looked into the stone tent, but nothing was left.

When he saw the place, the fat man put Uncle Ming on the ground to rest. Uncle Ming woke up at this time, but seemed a little confused and confused. He shook his head without saying anything, and he didn't even know his own goddaughter.

There are several slightly smaller caves in the altar, and the religious mystery is extremely strong. I took out the head of King Xian, that is, the "phoenix gall", and asked Shirley Yang if he had found a way to use it. The night is long and dreamy, so it is best to end this life-and-death matter as soon as possible.

Shirley Yang was staring at a place where there were strange and bizarre carvings around it. There were human-shaped grooves on the ground, which looked like they were spreading their limbs. It seemed to be a place for execution. After years of death, they killed too many people and were soaked in blood. The stone trough had changed from light yellow to dark red. It was cruel to see.

I asked Shirley twice before she came to her senses. She looked very bad. She took a few deep breaths without saying anything. She pointed to the stone slabs and signaled me to see it myself.
Chapter completed!