This section of water is not long or deep, and it quickly turned into a clamp without water, but the next sections were deadly. On several occasions, people were even buried deep into the bottom of the water.

The charlatan is actually not very good at all, but he still tried his best to hold back his breath, for fear that he would choke and startle the giant crocodile, so he gave him another sip.

His slender waist—yes, compared to the crocodile mouth, is solid and slender—cannot withstand the torture of the giant crocodile teeth.

It didn't take long to go around like this, but anyone holding it in the mouth of a giant crocodile would feel that time was long and difficult according to the principle of relativity.

The charlatan's heart had been in most of his life, and suddenly, he was roughly thrown down.

The fall caused the wound to hurt so much. The charlatan rolled twice on the ground, and subconsciously blocked his hands in front of his head and face, trying to resist in vain. However, the giant crocodile had no eyes at all. His body swirled and his huge tail swept. If the charlatan had not bowed his head quickly, his head would have been swept away on the spot. Even if it weren't for the charlatan's scalp, his strong wind would have been too strong, which made his brain feel stuffy and his scalp hurt.

Then the giant crocodile rushed out.

The charlatan sat there for a few seconds: Is it not in a hurry to eat it, treat him as food... reserve?

But he quickly realized that time was precious, even if he was given one more minute, he had to actively ask for help: the most important thing was to let the mountain ghost know that he was still alive, not swallowed - in this way, they would deploy rescue, and the rescue after the earthquake had to be confirmed to have vital signs under the ruins.

The charlatan swallowed dryly, endured the pain in his waist and hips, and slapped the headlight twice to force it to illuminate normally, and then looked at everything around him nervously.

This is a dark lake with underground caves and cracks. It is a bit exaggerated to say that the lake is just the size of a large pond. The water is extremely turbid and yellowish-brown. There are constant infusions of water leaking from high cracks on the shore, causing extremely tiny marks on the dead water surface.

This should be the nest where the giant crocodile is doing daily activities and living, right?

As he looked, the charlatan's eyes lit up.

He found that most of the high places of the cave were welded with bronze covers, and even the lower sides were poured with covers, giving people the feeling that the cave was not a dead place before. Later, someone filled it on a large scale and poured bronze juice, which formed the current "Jedi".

Knocking on the bronze cover will make a sound. If the entire bronze cover is integrated, he will knock here, and the mountain ghosts in the pit may hear it. Besides, the underground is so quiet that it is easy to transmit sounds.

The charlatan was excited. He groped around and quickly found a stone the size of a fist: how many times he could knock, just pass the information out. He even planned to quickly fall back to the spot and continue to pretend to be dead after hitting four or five times. Perhaps the giant crocodile was stupid, even if it was led back by the sound, he didn't know that it was him who knocked it?

He did it as soon as he said that, the charlatan took off his coat and tied it tightly to the wound on his waist and hips to prevent blood from falling. Then he grabbed the stones and climbed to a high place under the natural terrain of the cave. He looked at the position almost the same, and tried his best to raise his hand, "bang, bang, bang" and hit the bronze cover.

Every time he hits, he stops and listens to the movements around him so that he can rush back and pretend to be dead at any time. When he hits the third or fourth time, he suddenly glances out of the corner of his eyes.

There was a small area in the middle of the water surface, and a golden halo appeared, but there were different colors of halos in the gold color, which was very beautiful, but in just a moment, the halo disappeared, as if it was blocked by something.

The charlatan thought he had hallucinations, so he closed his eyes and blinked his eyes a few times. This time, he didn't see any halo, but saw a huge shadow under the water, which was slowly floating up.

Damn, there is something in the water?

The charlatan's body froze. He held the stone tightly and leaned against the stone wall without moving. In the extreme silence, he could almost hear the sound of his upper and lower teeth knocking.

The halo appeared magically again. This time it was on the other side, rolling quickly on the water surface as big as a palm, but the charlatan didn't care about chasing any light. He saw that the head and face of a giant crocodile had partially surfaced.

There are actually two giant crocodiles underground!

Moreover, he thought that the one he had held in his mouth was already big enough. Now it seems that compared with this one, it was just a small witch that saw the big witch - this one did not come out of water, and he did not see the whole picture, but a glimpse of it reveals that the whole leopard was almost as big as a small table like an old dead tree.

No wonder the small giant crocodile threw him here, closed it to honor the old man, and he came to offer sacrifices?

The charlatan did not dare to move, and even his breathing stopped. Fortunately, this end seemed to be asleep before, but now it was not awake. The eye on the side of the charlatan had obvious skin drooping under the eyelids, half-closing, only a narrow slit was exposed. After the knocking sound disappeared, it stopped floating again. It stopped quietly for a while, and then slowly sank.

However, as soon as it went up and down, the water in the dark lake became even more turbid, and a lot of excrement and humus were stirred up, making the water surface shallow and deeper. What was even more terrifying was the smell, which was really lingering.

The charlatan hung his hands, and the stone in his hand suddenly weighed a thousand pounds. Now that he is killed, he dare not knock it. Besides, isn’t it harmful to knock it? It really led the mountain ghost over. At best, the equipment of the mountain ghost is a dagger and a stick. The stick is a toothpick for the giant crocodile to be a toothpick.

He sat down on the ground and looked around the gloomy cave: Is this his burial place?

He touched his waist, trying to see if there was anything else available on his body. Finally, he took out a slingshot and also found a small wine gourd.

Duan Wenxi's wine gourd.

——I drank half a pot and kept you three mouthfuls. I had no chance to meet and had no chance to drink.

Because the gourd is small and not heavy, he kept it with him since then, most of the time he was buckled behind his waist. As for the three sips of wine, he took a sip after he went up the cliff, but he was dizzy for most of the day. He was already a one-sink body.

But he decided to drink all of them and live up to Miss Duan's kindness. As for how he met him, he didn't care: he had planned all of them. When the remaining two sips were found, he had to drink one sip; when the box was completely finished, he took another sip.

Now it seems that there is no chance.

He is going to be eaten by a crocodile.

Fate still treats him preferentially, and gives him a magical physique with a glass of wine, and then arranges it in the dark. When he is on the verge of despair, he has a pot of wine on his body - he would rather be gnawed by a crocodile when he dies of drunkenness than experience all this clearly...

Just as I was thinking, there was a sudden movement outside. It was the little giant crocodile who rushed back. For some reason, he was full of murderous aura and extremely manic. His mouth was full of messy white teeth.

At first glance, he knew that he was going to tear him. The charlatan unscrew the wine gourd, took a big mouthful, then stared at the giant crocodile fiercely, stuffed the gourd cover into the slingshot's skin.

Come on, he wants to be the last move in his life: he has never shot a slingshot in his life. Perhaps, at the end of his life, he will be brave enough to make his courage. This "marble" from Miss Duan, wrapped in his grief and anger, will burst out with the power of miracles and blind the giant crocodile's eyes with one blow!

The gourd cover whistled away with the sound of breaking through the air.

The alcoholic attack broke out, and the charlatan fell on the edge of the bronze cover.

He didn't see that the "marble" hit the stone wall about ten meters away from the giant crocodile, rolled into the lake water, and fell circles of patterns.

Miracles generally do not come to people like him who are not prepared, trained, or aimed at others.

***

The wind is loud and the bonfire is beating.

When the charlatan saw that he was hanging his hands and putting the mountain gall into the box, the person next to him sang: "A mountain gall."

With previous experience, he listened carefully to the man's pronunciation and language. It was really not Mandarin. He had traveled all over the world in his life and had heard countless dialects, but it was not anything he was familiar with.

However, he can clearly know what the other party said.

Who is this person who puts the mountain courage? The charlatan desperately wanted to find a mirror, trying to see if the person's face was the same as himself, but he couldn't find it.

The next moment, he felt that he was following that person, constantly making the person who was rushing, and those people were still just shadows, but it could be seen that they were holding different things in their hands.

A person came towards him, and the man asked him, "Are you still free in your box?"

He heard his answer: "I am only half of my mouth."

The man breathed a sigh of relief: "Mine is already full, let's move this to yours."

As he said that, he handed him a heavy bag of things.

He walked back with the bag of things. On the way, he passed by the box that opened one after another, and heard one after another, clear or vague points.

——Original version, one volume of the mountain scriptures, one volume of the sea scriptures, and one volume of the Great Wilderness scriptures.

——Crafted by Fuxi, a mouthful of Yin-Yang Bagua Pisces Stone Plate.

——Nuwa, sixteen clay dolls.

...

He walked back to the box with deep and shallow feet. The man guarding the box looked at his hand and said, "Seven Beidou bones..."

The next moment, the scene suddenly changed.

It was still late at night, the wind roared, the wilderness was empty, and there was no one in a hundred miles. In the deep cave, a slight torch was ignited, and the flames reflected the figures of the two people whispering on the stone wall, sneaky and huge.

"Is this all the phoenix feathers? It's all here?"

"It's all here."

"Where is the keel bone, why is it a packet of gray?"

"This is burnt, I've shave all of them. I really can't find the other ones. I don't know where they have hidden them - don't worry, I'll think of a way to inquire. Also, have the craftsmen checked?"

"I found out that there are 40 boxes with the Phoenix Luan pattern, all of which are from the situation..."

There seemed to be a strange sound outside, and the two figures looked back in a panic. One of them stretched out his hand and wiped out the fire with one hand.

The scene changed again. This time, it was not night. The sky was bright and everything around was shiny and white.

He lay on his back on the ground, his eyes were so thorned by the light that he could not open. A figure who was twisted by the white light roared: "Dig him in his heart and suck his intestines!"

He was extremely frightened. When he wanted to hide, he felt countless hands suddenly appear on the ground beside him. A fingernail was extremely sharp, and it pierced into his heart with a puff. Then he grabbed the flesh on both sides and tore it to the bottom. The countless hands followed, scratching and scratching...

He screamed repeatedly and shouted "Help", but suddenly, a slender and slightly cool hand covered his mouth tightly.

...

The charlatan shook his head desperately, and was unable to open his mouth. He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Meng Qianzi's face turned pale. He covered his mouth hard, lowered his voice and scolded him: "Are you here to save you? What are you shouting!"

On the side, Jiang Lian was holding a dagger and looking vigilantly at the entrance of the cave, and then quietly told the charlatan: "Don't make a sound, it's almost noon. The mountain ghost support may arrive, as long as we can go out quietly..."

...

After he and Meng Qianzi walked around countless times, they suddenly felt the entrance of the cave.

The one-eyed earth dragon was lying at the entrance of the cave, sleeping heavily.

In fact, when a crocodile encounters extreme alertness, it will not fall asleep completely. There is a saying that "turn a blind eye to one eye", which means that half of the crocodile is asleep while the other half is awake, and one eye must be open - but Meng Qianzi accidentally cut it into the eye with one knife, and the most vulnerable part of the crocodile is the nose and eyes.

In the past decade, there have been several records of crocodile escapes. Without exception, the survivors tried their best to hit the crocodile's head and face, and even blinded the crocodile's eyes with their hands. Therefore, the crocodile was injured and slept hard, so he slept harder. It was because of this that Jiang Lian and Meng Qianzi took the risk and secretly walked in from the entrance of the cave.

But as soon as he arrived, before he could wake him up, the charlatan suddenly shouted "Help" for death. Fortunately, Meng Qianzi reacted quickly and covered his mouth.

When he saw his companion, the charlatan felt relieved and hurriedly closed his mouth and nodded repeatedly, indicating absolute cooperation. Just as he was about to stand up, something suddenly touched his butt.

It's that wine gourd!

With a clang, the wine gourd hit the bronze cover on the side, and then continued to roll down and smashed toward the lower part.

Meng Qianzi's scalp was numb. Before she could think about it, she turned down and reached out to grab the wine gourd. Unfortunately, she was only a little short of it. She didn't catch it. Another knock sounded, and the gourd continued to fall.

He didn't care about so much, but Meng Qianzi turned it over again, then slid it against the ground, stretched his arms out in time. This time, he finally grabbed the gourd in time, and the person was almost a few meters away from the water.

She sighed lightly, raised the wine gourd, and smiled at Jiang Lian and the sage.

Jiang Lian didn't laugh. He vaguely felt that the water behind Meng Qianzi was a little wrong.
Chapter completed!