Daomu Biji

Chapter 16 Dawn: The Disaster of Blood and Light

The grass ticks are bloodthirsty, and they must have been attracted by the snake blood here. The number of grass ticks in this forest is too horrible, and apparently already hungry, all gathered here.

I lowered the torch, burned the grass ticks on the surrounding bushes, and bitten my feet several times. At this time, I had no time to deal with them. I had to let them go and try to break through.

The fat man temporarily made a torch with a rifled gun. We forced them apart with a fire and lifted up Pan Zi. At first glance, Pan Zi ’s back was completely covered with blood tumors. He should have been bitten just now. Not found under the grass.

The fat man immediately burned it with a torch, and as soon as he burned down a large piece, then we dragged Pan Zi's backpack and left in a hurry.

Fortunately, Pan Zi's blood has stopped, and no more grass ticks have been attracted. When I looked back, I saw that the body of the python was completely covered with black spots. Soon this thing will be the same as that seen in the canyon. Like the skeleton of a snake, only a layer of skin was sucked.

"I didn't rate this thing when I commented on the four evils, I really aggrieved it." The fat man said with a tongue.

We carried Pan Zi all the way to a swamp. I was afraid that the blood stains on our body would attract those grass ticks again. We washed all the blood and Pan Zi's backpack with water.Washing and washing, the sky brightened, and dawn finally came.I looked at the white light coming out of the sky and wanted to cry without tears. This is the second night I spent here. If possible, I really don't want to have a third.

The fat man asked me where to go better. I took out the north arrow and climbed up the tree, trying to learn Pan Zi's method.

The light of Dawn was dim, and the light was not bright. After I climbed the tree, I suddenly smelled an extremely fresh air, and my spirits were refreshed.This ghost place, if there is anything good to say, morning should be the only thing that makes me feel upset, probably because the night here is so terrible.

I took a deep breath and just wanted to look around. Suddenly I was stunned. I suddenly found that my eyes were very wide, in front of me, but there was a huge temple like 50 or 60 meters. Black remains.

I do n’t know how to describe my feelings. I thought I would see a large canopy. As I saw before, the sudden appearance of the behemoth made me unable to think at once.It took me a while to react: if I were not climbing a tree at this place, I might have been moving forward, passing by so close to this temple.

Unlike the ruins seen before, this temple is completely a whole, a huge and complete multi-storey building, which cannot be seen under the current light, but it may feel that the scale is far more than what we see. And looking at the outline, it is much better preserved than the ruins in the rain forest.There are only a few places in the whole site where we can see the weeds and trees, and I saw a long dry stone.The ancient reliefs of the Western Region on the columns and walls of the temple look like tiny patterns on the boulders at this distance, which makes people feel very mysterious.

I walked there with the fat man. Within two minutes, we walked out of the forest and walked into the area of ​​the ruins. The trees gradually became thinner.

Looking down from the tree, the ruins are surprisingly large. At first glance, it really resembles the feeling of Angkor Wat. It is full of stone cloisters, unknown square towers, and finally comes to a high place. After seeing the tree crown, it is huge. Temple.The fat man was stunned. I looked at him with admiration: "If this place is developed, it is the ninth miracle in the world. Do you believe it?"

"I believe." The fat man suddenly saw something and pointed me in a direction. "His mother is not the nine miracles of the world, but also one of our miracles. Look over there."

I looked in the direction of his finger. On the flat ground in front of the temple, there were dozens of large tents in a row, which turned out to be a wild camp.

The tent is made of canvas. It is very big and very old. The size is scattered. The color is gray with stone, so I did n’t find it from a distance. This is not Aning ’s tent, but it ’s not too old to stand here. The point of a few years.A hope flashed through my heart. At this time, the fat man had cried out: "This is your third uncle's tent, I know the fat man!"

When I heard it, my heart was ecstatic, and I almost shouted out. This is really no doubt for Shan Zhongshui, and Liu Anhuaming is another village. It seems that God has played enough for me and wants me to take a break.

The fat man and I rushed to the camp immediately, and didn't know where the power came from. My brain only wanted to rest.

We ran across the open area before the ruins. This is a square made of huge stones. There are a lot of huge pools. The water is living water. It is very clear. There can be a cloister under the pool. Obviously these parts were originally above and below the water, and now they are submerged. The huge temple we see may be the roof or the top floor of the temple at that time. How magnificent this building is really can not be estimated.

Before approaching the camp, the fat man began to yell. After a long time of no response, he ran and found that the camp was a bit wrong.

——The entire camp was so quiet that no one walked, no figure, no dialogue and no activity, and there was silence, as if it was deserted.

We ran to the edge of the camp, stopped, exhausted, the excitement just now was gone, I realized that the rest might be far from us.The fat man gasped, quieted, and listened carefully. There was no sound at all in the camp in the morning light. It was as quiet as a rainforest, and he felt no anger.

The fat man murmured: "Not good, we may not come at the right time."

Chapter 17 Dawn: Silent Camp

Our excitement was instantly extinguished by the strange camp in front of us. The two looked at each other. I kind of wanted to cry with a headache. I was too tired to cope with any emergencies.I suddenly felt that I was going crazy. This forest wanted to drive me crazy.

The fat man is much stronger than me, and while letting go of Panzi, let him lean on a rock, and let me follow him in to explore.There was no fog around us, he picked up a stone to start, and the two of us were cautiously alert to the tents and entered the camp.

As soon as I walked in, I felt how well Uncle San had prepared this time. I saw the generator, the stove, and even a huge awning.Under the awning is a large flat stone, with a lot of files pressed on it with stones. I saw several brushing cups placed on one side of the ruined stone, and the pulling rod between the two tents on the other side was People tied them up with vines and hung clothes on them.This is like a simple residential area.

Everything is the same, no traces of fighting, no blood, but no one, as if the people in the camp just went hiking.

We found a huge bonfire pile in the middle of the camp, which was completely gray. We found the remaining smoke ball in the bonfire pile. Obviously nothing was wrong. This is where the signal is emitted.The smoke rose from here yesterday.

The curtains of the tent are all open, we can see that there is no one inside, we can even smell the smell of Hong Kong feet inside.

I crept around and found nothing, and the fat man looked at me.

I remembered the color of the signal smoke I saw at the time.Pan Zi said that the red signal smoke means "don't get close", and it is clear that something is happening here.I couldn't help getting nervous again, feeling that my body was covered with thorns. Where did these people go?What happened here?

The uneasy feeling can't be restrained. If we are well equipped and full of energy, I might even decide to leave here immediately and look closely at a safe place nearby.But we have almost half our lives now, and I really do n’t want to leave here and go trekking again.In the case of Pan Zi, it is impossible to do so, he must get immediate care.

On the boulder under the awning, the fat man found a pack of cigarettes. He felt very itchy and immediately smoked a cigarette, but he was so tired that he took two bites and it was a bit overwhelming. I also took a few bites. Tobacco exerts medicinal value at this time, and I slowly relax.

Then, we immediately carried Pan Zi into one of the tents. I saw two backpacks inside. This kind of tent is very large. One tent can sleep at least four people. There are still many debris on the tarps in the tent. The flashlights and watches were not taken away. I even saw an mp3, but I did n’t see any electric lights. I said to myself: Is the small generator outside prepared for this charging?This is too wasteful.

Finally, we can really relax inside. We took off all the clothes on Pan Zi and removed the remaining grass ticks.The fat man flipped a person's backpack, found a small medicine box from inside, and disinfected Pan Zi's wound again with the alcohol inside. Then he went to the camp tent one by one and found a box of needles. The deep wound was sewn.

Pan Zi was already awake, confused, wondering if his mind was sober.After the fat man took a shot, his face was obviously twisted, but there was no overwhelming reaction.

Looking at the sharpness of the fat man's wound, I was surprised: "What did you do before, and this skill."

"I told you that you have always forgotten that those who go up the mountain and go to the countryside, who will not do the needlework, have no dad to fight, no mother pain, so they have to take care of themselves." He said, "But this is really the first time the skin is sewn, You said if I had to sew up a pattern, would this guy feel too monotonous. "

I knew he was joking, and he laughed a few times, saying that it was not funny at all.

Looking at Pan Zi, I was sighed. Fortunately, although this giant python was infinitely powerful, but his teeth were short, even with such a serious injury, it did not hurt Pan Zi ’s vital point, but he lost too much blood, and I am afraid it is not so easy to recover.Looking at the naked Pan Zi and his scars, I suddenly realized the origin of his scars. I am afraid that every time he went to the ground, he would die for a lifetime. No wonder the third uncle relied on him so much. Is completely dead.

However, maybe it is this style of doing things. Although he was seriously injured every time, he could survive every time, I thought.

The fat man said to me: "This is called a self-destructive tendency. I know very well that I have a dead party, and I have also been to the battlefield before, and all the people in his class have died, and he died so badly that he couldn't get away after he retired. I wondered why it was n’t him who died at that time. It seemed that he survived when someone fired him. When fighting with me, I worked hard to find death. What was the danger? I actually wanted to find a chance to kill myself. Kill it. This kind of person has to have a mind, otherwise everything can be done, so I feel that your third uncle is like a straw to Dapan. "

I do n’t have that deep experience, and I ca n’t understand what the fat man said, but watching his hand shake a little, let him stop talking and concentrate on stitching.

The two men sewed the wound for nearly an hour before they sewed the wound together with blood all over their hands and disinfected Pan Zi ’s wound again. The fat man was relieved, and Pan Zi fell asleep again.

When we stepped out of the tent, we all had to sit down and rest. The fat man did not relax completely. He immediately looked around and said: "It's not right here. I think we can't stay here longer while we clean up more now."

I nodded and wanted to stand up, but as soon as I moved, I found that I couldn't move anymore, and there was no muscle in my body that could listen to my orders.The fat man moved twice, and apparently couldn't move either. We looked at each other bitterly and sighed together.

To be honest, we have run out of lights, even if there are burning eyebrows now, I am afraid I can't stand up.Both the spirit and the body have exceeded the limit of fatigue and are completely useless.

Seeing that I did n’t move, the fat man smiled bitterly and said, “But it ’s not safe to go back into the jungle now. Rather than being dried in a damp and cold place, I ’d rather die here. Listening to mp3 killing a snake is also worth it. This kind of celebrity in the fighting world is over. "

This is a bit of a Q spirit, but I nodded and nodded sincerely. Although I have experienced such exhausted occasions in the past, this time was particularly serious.Mainly before entering here, we have spent too much energy and physical strength to cross the Great Gobi. We were very tired before entering the canyon, and then we were completely hardened.This feeling of finding out that the journey has just begun after a long journey is extremely desperate, but even more terrifying is that I know that if I can survive, then the journey back is the real test.Now if Aning's walkie-talkie really exists, we can't get it.Then the following things will be a nightmare.

These things are a headache when I think about them, and I really don't want to think about them.

We rested for a while, boiled tea, ate some dry food, and then took off all the clothes on the body, and we could n’t put on the clothes. We just found a hole that was bigger than the trousers. Replace the pieces in the sun.Looking at his legs again, there are all blood marks drawn by thorns. Fortunately, they are all skin traumas. Although they are hurt by water, there is no danger of infection.

The disgusting ones are those grass ticks, there is no one on the front of the leg, all concentrated in the acetabular socket behind the knee, the blood is full, the fat man finds a spray specifically for killing the grass tick, spray it, and the grass tick is all gone Down.I want to shoot flat. The fat man said that one shot might attract more people, so he swept them all into the stove and burned.

The tea I brewed was extraordinarily fragrant. I drank a little and washed my feet and wounds.My completely numb muscles finally began to feel, soreness, weakness, and itching, and I felt anything. I couldn't even stand up, so I could only use my butt as my foot.

Last night, only I slept for a while, so although the sleepiness was unbearable, I still let the fat man sleep for a while and leaned against the stone on the side to alert me.

At this time, the sun was shining, and the whole ruin was clearly displayed in front of us. There was no wind and quiet around it, and the whole valley was as quiet as still. I expected that the fat man would certainly not be able to fall asleep. After the thunderous snoring, the smoke did not pinch off, and he fell asleep to death.

I took his cigarette and smoked it, and shook my head bitterly. At this time, I felt that I was almost going to sleep, and immediately struck my spirits, trying to keep myself from falling asleep, but no, as long as I sat still, my eyelids It weighs the same as lead.

As dawn fell, the sun became poisonous. I took a few deep breaths and hid in the awning, forcing myself to start organizing my backpack.At this time, I saw Wen Jin's notebook tucked inside.

I'm afraid that this precious note will be damaged during such a rigorous trek. I wrapped it with my own pair of socks. After entering the canyon, I always planned not to keep up with the changes. I didn't have the opportunity to take a closer look. The content in is basically not very helpful.

It may have been some years since Wenjin came. Although it is too short for the history of this ancient city for more than ten or twenty years, the environment here is also long enough. Twenty For many years, the trees here are probably another growth.

It was written by Wen Jin that "There are many snakes here" didn't lie to us, but I think Wen Jin was too simple.There are so many things to write about these snakes, but she only notices a lot. Is it because of lack of attention?

A large number of their journeys through the rainforest are recorded in the notes, but I can take a closer look to see what can help us.After this time, my mind was blank, and I was thinking about how to get out from here, so I turned the note to the last part.

However, I was so tired that the words were all blooming, so I had to pour my eyes with water and strengthen my spirit.After turning a few pages, I couldn't bear it. I felt like reading a book like hypnosis, so I put down my notes and tried to keep my head blank, but my mind irreversibly dimmed little by little.

Just when he was about to fall asleep, he heard a faint sound in a trance, as if Pan Zi called me: "Little Three Lord."

I was awakened at once, thinking that Pan Zi needed something, and immediately rubbed his eyes, and stood up in pain, but found that the surroundings were very quiet, without any sound.

My heart was terrible, and I was so tired that I listened to it. I immediately rubbed my temples, but heard a very soft voice, as if laughing, and complaining, from the depths of the camp.

I am an agitator, and my heart said: Do they come back?

I ran out immediately, but when there was no one in it, I called out "Hey", then walked between several large tents, walked around, and saw nothing.

strange?I patted my head, and it was so quiet around me that it was palpable.

After standing in the same place for a while, nothing happened. I walked back inexplicably, sat back to where I was, took a few deep breaths, lit a cigarette, and felt like I was insane.

But immediately I knew I didn't. I saw several mud footprints on the stone in front of me, extending all the way from the distance to where I was sitting.This was not there just now.

I was alert and looked around. I saw that there was also a lot of mud on the big stone with the documents. Obviously something was supporting it.Then I found out that the position of the Wenjin note I put on it had changed, with mud on it.

For a moment, I was completely sleepy and stood up immediately.

Who did it?With so many mud footprints, is that the brocade?This guy saw his notes and flipped through it?Or the monster that seems to be Aning?

I looked around, and when no one was there, I went to see the footprints. The footprints extended all the way, and I turned into Pan Zi's tent.I was nervous, and immediately picked up a stone, went to the fat man, and wanted to wake him up.

It's not so easy to wake up the fat man. I shook a few times and didn't respond, and I didn't dare to make too much noise. I had to gritt my teeth and walked toward the tent.

The tent was concealed, and when I walked to the front, I saw a mud fingerprint on the nylon curtain of the tent, and immediately swallowed.

Taking a deep breath, I imagined the process. I opened the curtain and rushed in. I yelled first, and if the man threw at me, I would hit him with a stone.

At this time, I suddenly felt that the stone was not very good, but I didn't have time to find another one.I took another deep breath and bit my teeth into the tent.Sure enough, he saw a muddy man crouching in front of Pan Zi.

I yelled and was about to pounce. I saw the man turning his head. I was stunned. I saw a pair of muddy faces and very familiar eyes.

It turned out to be a stuffy oil bottle.

Chapter Eighth Second Night: Reunion Again

I thought it was Wen Jin who followed us into the camp. I went in with a stone and tried to stop her, but I found that it was a muddy bottle full of mud.

His appearance made me speechless: the mud all over his body and his hair were almost covered, and the wounds on his shoulders were all covered with mud. I do n’t know if it would be infected, but I did n’t see him. With a new injury, he must have been more comfortable than us last night.

I couldn't describe how I felt at that time, and I froze there.When he turned around, I reacted, put the stone down, and explained: "I thought you were ... that ..."

He ignored me and only asked me: "Is there anything to eat?"

I remembered for a moment that when he rushed into the swamp, he didn't bring anything with him. Depending on his appearance, he might not have eaten for twenty or more hours.

I took him out and poured him tea, and he ate it with dry food, and said nothing, and his face was as cold as frost.

After he finished eating, I clothed him and wiped his hands. I asked him how he was doing. What happened after he chased out? How did he catch up with us?

His face was solemn, and he wiped off the mud on his face and said again and again.He said it very briefly, but I still understood it.

It turned out that after chasing that Wenjin out last night, he chased for six hours in a row, but it was too difficult to trace in the jungle. Finally, I did n’t know if the woman was hiding or running away. When I stopped, I didn't know where I was anymore.

Without any lighting equipment, he lost his goal and could not even see the surrounding environment. He counted the time and his speed here, knowing that it would not be too far away from us, but if he continued to go deep into the rainforest, he would come back More difficult, he shrank into the roots of the tree and waited until dawn to return.

This was the same as what we thought at the time. The fat man speculated that he might also come back after dawn in the morning, but after dawn, things changed.After dawn, he saw our signal smoke, and at the same time, he saw the smoke from the uncle.

He judged the direction of our smoke according to the distance, and returned to the place where we left him a note, but found that it had been flooded.He had to return immediately to chase us, but like us, he followed the smoke, the route was not straight, he hadn't encountered us, and later he heard gunshots at night before he touched it and followed him here. Found the camp.

After listening to my heart, it really happened that if there was no war last night, I am afraid he could not find us.It is also because he can maintain such a sober judgment in such a harsh environment.But he can come back, I have put a stone in my heart, I originally had no hope.

At this time, when I saw him wipe off the mud on my body, I asked him that it was the same way. Although we were also embarrassed, we didn't make you a virtue. What happened to you?

"It's not done, the mud was applied by myself," he said.

I am even more strange, and my heart said: Do you learn to hippopotamus?Or are there fleas on your body?Your physique, lying in the flea heap, the fleas can only dare to make you a chicken.

He looked at the mud on his arm and explained, "It's because of the snakes ..."

"snake?"

"Wen Jin has been here for a long time. There are so many venomous snakes here. There must be a reason why she can live for such a long time as a woman, and that look is really unusual. I think there must be a relationship between these two points. , I realized that the silt was the key. "The dull oil bottle said." I smeared mud on my body. Sure enough, the snakes didn't seem to see me. "

When I thought about it, I suddenly realized that it was like this. I said that Wen Jin was like that ghost. The snake used heat to find its prey. It covered the whole body with mud, not only covering the heat, but also covering the smell. .

The ecstasy in my heart is really good news.In this way, our ability to survive in the rain forest is much higher, at least no longer is no longer slaughtered by snakes.

The dull oil bottle roughly wiped the mud on his body, then looked at the surrounding camps and asked me, "Is this how you came?"

I nodded and told him about our experience.

I started with him separately, as briefly as possible, but clearly, until we arrived here not long before he was there, no one was here, and the situation here was a bit strange, all personal items were not Take away, there is no trace of violence, as if these people calmly gave up the camp, and left without taking anything.

He listened silently, and looked at the tents around him. He didn't say anything. He only squeezed his eyebrows, and seemed confused.

I said to him: "It's okay if you come back, because of Pan Zi's relationship, we can't leave here for the time being, and we are too tired and need to rest, otherwise it is equivalent to death. Now one more person and one care.

He was undecided and looked at me: "In this kind of place, one more and one less are the same."

I was a little surprised that he would say such things, but when he finished speaking, he stood up, picked up a bucket, went to the pool outside the camp and hit a bucket of water, then took off his clothes and turned his back on me to start scrubbing him and putting him on the body The sludge was washed down.I know what he looks like and I do n’t have anything to tell me. I feel a little depressed, but it ’s a happy event for him to come back.

After he finished washing, he came back to close his eyes and relax. I did n’t bother him either, but I could n’t sleep anymore, and I took a shower. After the wash, I felt a little bit better, and I went back with water and wiped Pan Zi. One hand.His body was a little hot, and he slept a little unsteady. After I wiped off, he slept again.

When I came out to see the fat man, I thought he didn't need me to wait anymore. While sitting down and massaging his calf, he didn't want to take Wen Jin's notes again and turned his head to look at the dull oil bottle.He also fell asleep, remembering that he must be more tired than us, even the iron-clad Luohan could not stand such a toss.

I stayed like this until the fat man woke up at three or four in the afternoon, and I got up and saw the dull oil bottle. "Um", it took a long time to react, and said: "I rely, Laozi should not be Dreaming. "

The dull oil bottle woke up immediately, apparently not deep in sleep, looked at him, looked at the sky again, and sat up.The fat man rubbed his eyes and said, "It doesn't seem to be a dream. Comrades, workers, peasants and soldiers, you finally joined the Red Army."

The dull oil bottle is really a magical person. Although he is speechless, his appearance is like a stimulant. I can see that the fat man is also happy from the heart.I said, "What are you happy about, you didn't mean to do it alone."

He stood up and sat next to me, spitting a few bloody sputum, said: "That was before, the younger brother came back, it must be followed by the younger brother, followed by the young man to eat meat, right?"

I see that there is blood in his sputum. I know that he also suffered internal injuries, but he doesn't care. It should not be too serious, so let him be careful.

The oil bottle didn't answer. The fat man handed me a cigarette. He poured some water from the kettle and washed his eyes. He also asked about the situation before the oil bottle.I told the fat man what I just said about the oil bottle.

The fat man nodded as he listened, and he was happy when he heard that silt can prevent snakes. "I fucking, this is a good recipe. With this recipe, we can spend less energy in the swamp. I still dreamed of a snake crawling on me. Lai Zi refused to come out in the crotch of Lao Tzu, scaring me to death. "

I laughed. I felt that the fat man's joke sounded funny only when the oil bottle was there. He said: "I guess it's because of the chick in your crotch. Speaking of it, have you ever hatched?"

The fat man said: "Not yet, soaked in water all day, they are all fish eggs, and later I will have to take out the sun, don't get moldy."

I laughed, and the fat man laughed, patting me a few times: "If you laugh at a fart, I don't believe you or I did it, or should we take it out and screw it?"

I shook my head and said "no more", the fat man let me go to rest.Although I was a little excited, my physical fatigue could not be reversed, and I fell asleep soon after lying down.Probably because of the stuffy oil bottle, this time I fell asleep and felt very relieved. I woke up in the evening.

When the sunset was red, I smelled the scent when I got up. The fat man was cooking. I did n’t know what it was cooking. I moved a few times. It felt like the zombie lying in the grave was resurrected. It's hard to describe this feeling.

With no strength in both hands and feet, he almost climbed to the edge of the campfire and leaned on the stone. His hands were shaking. Hearing the fat man talking to the stagnant oil bottle, he was asking what the stupid oil bottle had planned.

I heartly said that this guy started to engage in separatism again, Pan Zi was abolished, and no one would force him to find my third uncle. Said to the stagnant oil bottle: "I said that this must not let Wu Xie know, otherwise he must be crazy ..."

Chapter 19 Second Night: Secret

I listened to the curse in my heart, the fat man heard my movements, turned back suddenly, and looked embarrassed, immediately said: "Wake up? Come and come, leave you a meal and eat while it's hot."

I glared: "What did you just say? What can't let me know?"

I just woke up, my face looked bad, and now I hate others to hide from me. Although I know that what the fat man ca n’t tell me may be unreliable, I am still very unhappy.

The fat man startled me and pretended to be confused: "What doesn't let you know, I said it can't make you tired, are you listening?"

I took a sip and sat down next to him, saying: "Come on, don't think you are my third uncle, you can't fool me, what the hell? Hurry up! Or I'll never finish with you."

The fat man looked at my expression, and I looked at him with little concession, urging: "Say. It's all exposed, you still want to hide, can't I just say things like that? Would you tell me, then we Just parted ways, you know that I hate the most to hide things from me. I said that, if you do, you will just watch me die here. "

The fat man scratched his head: "Damn it, how can you fucking like a damn girl, and still want to die, I don't tell you, but for your own good."

I scolded: "Come on this one less, I have heard a lot of this, I will judge for myself, what is going on?"

Of course, I just talked about it, but I know that fat people are not like Sanshu. In such a situation, he generally would not insist, otherwise he could not bear the atmosphere.Fatty is not a particularly persistent person, and I particularly appreciate this.

Sure enough, the fat man looked at the dull oil bottle, and the dull oil bottle made no expression. He sighed and said, "Let me see something."

I couldn't leave, the fat man helped me, and came under the awning. The documents above had been sorted out, and apparently they had just read them.The fat man stacked all the documents together, revealing the stone table below, and I saw the flat boulder surface underneath the documents, with large characters written in black charcoal.

It was dark at night, and it was far away from the campfire. I couldn't see clearly. The fat man lit a miner's lamp to illuminate me. I walked a few steps to recognize it, and froze.

That is a sentence:

We have found the entrance of the Queen's Palace, and there is no way back.

And here is dangerous, you must leave quickly.

I was dumbfounded, and the fat man said behind me: "I saw it when I was packing up the documents, which was originally hidden from you, lest you look at the horns ... Your third uncle seemed to be holding this mortal determination this time, Moreover, his mother-in-law chose to leave you forever. "

This is indeed the handwriting of the third uncle. Although the writing is not very correct, I have been able to recognize the stroke habit in it for so many years, and the words are quite cursive. Obviously, it was in a very urgent or excited situation. .

I was a bit overwhelmed, but my heart was astonishing, without any emotion, and my mind was blank.I thought I would always have some emotions, such as worry or anger, but I didn't feel anything.

The fat man thought I was in a low mood and patted me, so I didn't speak.I went a few steps closer and looked at the words, still unable to stir up some waves.

The worry about the safety of the third uncle has been wiped out in this long process. Although I still don't want him to have an accident, in this environment, it is not surprising that something has happened.I have the consciousness that I will die, so death is not a problem we need to worry about here.

This is the same as war. When everyone is likely to die, people are only concerned with the result of the matter, not the safety of the individual.

I suddenly felt that I could understand the third uncle. This sentence appears here, which is already the greatest care of the third uncle.If we exchanged identities, a secret I could not tell my nephew was in sight, and the way forward was extremely dangerous. He neither wanted me to take risks with the past, nor could he tell me the truth, then this method is the most Ok.

Moreover, if it was me before, I might burst into tears, and since then the third uncle no longer appeared, and I have been regretful until time to wipe it off.

The problem is that I am no longer the former me. What I am looking for is the huge puzzle after these things, and it is not the third uncle itself, so these words have only one meaning for me, that is, the third uncle is still alive, he has already Found the way.The situation is completely the same as before, which may be the reason why my heart is still waterless.

I don't know if this is my progress or my fatigue. Perhaps these are excuses. The third uncle has been far away from me.

I watched it silently for a while, then turned around, and the fat man came up to hug my shoulder and comforted me: "I said earlier that I won't let you see it, and I don't listen to your fat grandfather. I'm troubled by this. You can't do anything about it. Think more. "

I didn't want to explain more about my state of mind to him, so I didn't answer. He helped me back to the bonfire and gave me a bowl to let me eat first.

The thing is still boiled compressed biscuit batter, I have no appetite, and eating slowly, the fat man continues to comfort me, saying: "Your third uncle is not a mortal, extraordinary people must have an extraordinary ending, destined, and his experience is so Rich, not necessarily unable to return. "

I sighed and said, "I'm fine. I'm used to these. I'm thinking now, where is the entrance."

When I was in the rain forest, I foresaw that I might not see the third uncle, because the red smoke represents danger, so the smoker will not stay in the place where the smoke is emitted.At that time, I was thinking about it, and my third uncle might have left here after smoking.

Now it's clear that most of them are correct, but I didn't expect that Sanshu will find the entrance, which means that their position is completely unknown.

The third uncle camped here and found the entrance.Then, they should start to sort out their equipment, leave the place calmly, and leave this unmanned camp.In order not to let me follow, he lit up the red smoke and left a message here, then entered the entrance and never returned.

He said that there was no way back. The third uncle was not the kind of person who would admit his fate. The entrance must be extremely dangerous, so that he made his own death judgment, or there were some reasons that made this place absolutely absolute after entering. Could not return.

Things look like this.

According to this judgment, the entrance should be nearby, perhaps in this temple.I do n’t know how much the uncle has in his hands, but he should n’t be looking blindly. He must have followed some clues or traces. We do n’t understand this at all, but we do n’t necessarily guess.

The fat man said: "Then we will look around for clues later, maybe we can also find out. Right, brother?"

He asked the dull oil bottle and gave him a wink. Obviously he wanted to comfort me with the dull oil bottle, but he shook his head.When I looked at him, he said: "Since Wu Sanxing wrote this, he is sure we can't find that place."

"Why?" The fat man was not convinced.

The dull oil bottle looked at the bonfire and said lightly: "Wu Sanxing was thoughtful, knowing that when we read the message, he will definitely know that the entrance is nearby, and he does not want Wu Xie to be in danger, so if the entrance is easy to find, he will definitely not stay Words. The reason why he stays shows that this entrance must be extremely difficult to find, or even if it is found, we cannot enter. "

He made sense, and I sighed, thinking that even if there is a clue, the third uncle may destroy the clue for insurance.

The fat man said depressed: "Aren't we going for a trip in vain?"

The dull oil bottle shook his head: "For you, this may be a good thing."

"Your fat man and my mother-in-law ran thousands of kilometers, crossed the desert and crossed the desert, entered the rainforest and came here, and then went back in the sun bath, which is a good thing?" The fat man scratched his head when leaning on the stone, "Here There's nothing broken, this time I really lost my grandfather. "

The dull oil bottle raised his head and said: "However, to find the entrance, there may not be absolutely no way." He looked at the camp around, "And, the situation of this camp is very wrong, not like a simple evacuation, Wu Sanxing's words may not be Credible. "

Chapter Twenty Second Night: Reverse

The dull oil bottle looked at the campfire and explained to us the doubts quietly.He said the biggest problem here is that there are a lot of backpacks. The third uncle has a large number of people. Even if they simplify the equipment, there will not be so many backpacks full of things.Moreover, because the condition of the entire camp is very natural, these backpacks are placed randomly in each tent, plus various details, it is not like the sort of equipment.

The people here did leave calmly, but this kind of calmness is not the usual calmness. They must have been in an unusual situation when they left.

In fact, I have probably noticed the doubtful point of the dull oil bottle, but this doubtful point can be explained with some more complicated reasons, so I did not care.When he proposed it, I nodded, but I said, "Maybe they haven't all gone. The place is so dangerous that some people might stay."

The dull oil bottle shook his head: "If someone stays, there is no need to leave a message. This kind of message will only be left on the premise that everyone will leave, and Wu Sanxing will not tell the people to die. This is a taboo. It must have been written at the end of the time when all his men left. Those people will accompany him to die? "

But this can't explain the current situation of the camp. Unless those people find the entrance, they enter the entrance when they are happy and bring nothing, but this is impossible.

The fat man "huh", obviously feels very reasonable, he frowned after drinking a spit, thought for a while: "This thing is very evil, a little messy, I think I might not understand from the beginning, we have to push back from the back . "

Fat people always have tricks, especially at such times.I asked him how to push back, and he said: "We know a lot of results about this matter, but we don't know the process, so we have to think about the results. Let's start with that word, and according to my brother, leave a message here, explaining them All have left, and no one can stay, so there are so many backpacks here, it means that there are fewer people than backpacks. This ... "

The fat man got stuck halfway through. It seemed that what he launched was a bit unspeakable, but I already knew what it meant. There were fewer people than backpacks, and a lot less.

That means that many people are dead.

And the death happened after they camped here.

After being silent for a while, the fat man continued: "Here, or near, there must have been a huge mutation. There is no sign of violence. Then the mutation should happen around. There should be something that made them leave the camp, and then no more. Come back. But your third uncle survived, took the remaining people to find the entrance, and then left, it should be the process. "

I listened to Mousai pause, but also heard the flaw, shaking my head: "No, usually in this case, the survivors will inevitably leave here, and will not be in the mood to find the entrance again, and then come back and leave a mark."

"Then, they should have found the entrance before the accident," the fat man corrected.

I nodded, and the oil bottle nodded, murmured: "Perhaps they discovered the entrance just because of the mutation."

"It's also possible, but this can't be confirmed, and it doesn't make sense." Fatty said, "In short, this thing can be true for his mother."

"So, what is the mutation?" I asked, feeling a little fluffy in my heart. "Is it the kind of snake?"

The fat man looked around at the darkness and the rainforest that sank into nothingness and said, "You can rest assured that while you were sleeping, my brother and I had already brought a few buckets of silt, and later wiped it on the tent. Smeared, there is no need to taboo those pheasant necks. However, this place is full of evil spirits, maybe there are other evil gates, and accidents must happen at night, we must be vigilant. And remember, once there is any movement, absolutely must not Leave the camp. "

I nodded and said, "Then I will keep the first class."

The dull oil bottle shakes its head: "Your alertness is too low. If we judge correctly, this change will be extremely dangerous. I'm afraid you can't cope with it. I will be watching all night tonight. You have a good rest." (Unfinished, if you want to know How about the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)