Daomu Biji

My physical fitness is the worst among the people here, and I should n’t have been killed before. The third uncle knew this, but still let me go. Obviously, it would not let me do physical work. I think there must be His reason.But smelling Qujing, I really don't want to go on.

But this is impossible. Everyone looked at me. On the one hand, I was very curious about the situation below. On the one hand, the black glasses didn't have any room at all. I couldn't refuse. I had to be protected by the black glasses and follow The crack went down.

Probably psychological factors strengthened my illusion. Immediately after reaching the bottom, I immediately smelled a strong smell of urine, so thick that I could not breathe, and this channel was not as good as I thought. The angle was very large. Look It took a lot of effort to let the uncle go down so smoothly.I slipped and immediately got a lot of mud and moss mixed with urine, frowning.

The black glasses above me laughed: "Sorry, buddy, but urine is good for the skin."

"His mother, fortunately you didn't let them shit here." I scolded.

He chuckled happily. The people above heard that something had happened, and the rope stopped. He immediately signaled him to let the rope continue.

It was very dark all around, because it was too narrow to lift my head, so I could n’t see anything except the flashlight of the black glasses.Fortunately, it is down, if you climb up more tired.

When I looked at him still wearing black glasses, I couldn't help but ask him: "Can you see it with that stuff?"

He smiled at me: "Debbie doesn't see it clearly without it."

I do n’t know what he means, but he does n’t want to explain, so I do n’t ask anything.

All the way down, I quickly reached the mouth of the cracks in the sand and soil I saw just now. After taking a picture, I immediately found that there was no hole in it. There was a gap that could only be crossed by the person's chest and back, but the gap could be found as soon as I entered. Although it is very narrow, it is extremely deep, and it extends up, down, and forward. It looks like a huge mountain is split in half, and I feel like I climbed into the slit of the split.

And what surprised me is that the crack walls are all the kind of Buddhist altar pits in the grotto, that is, the cracks of the whole sand are smashed out of the depressions, and each depression is a mass of dry mud cocoons. The sludge sticks to the depression and is entwined with the roots around it.The mud was cracked, like dry soap.

Looking up, down, left, and right, this kind of depression is everywhere, just take a glance, and there will be flashlights deep in the gaps.

We squeezed into the gap, I touched the sand inside, and found that it was hard like stone, these should be the soil deposited by the sand, very wet, rich in water, then squeeze in, and I will get to one On the edge of the mud cocoon, I wanted to touch it, but the black glasses drank me and did n’t let me touch it and said, “Be careful, do n’t touch these mud cocoons.” “What ’s inside these cocoons?” I asked.

"Dead man." He took a picture of one of them, which was a cracked mud cocoon with white bones exposed. "Curved limbs, this may be the most primitive well built by the ancestors of the time, without stones There were only some cracks in the mountain that had been flattened by mud, which was later used as a tomb. "

"Crypt? This place?" I wondered.

"Repairing this kind of project will definitely kill many people. These may be slaves captured by other countries. If you die here, it is impossible to transport them to bury them. You can only bury them on the spot. There are many on the edge of the Great Wall." ,"Arrived."

I looked down, the gap is far from the end, but on the stone wall on the side of the gap, the boulder continued to crack a gap, and there was a flashlight flashing, obviously the third uncle was inside.

The black glasses signaled upward, the rope stopped, and we climbed carefully, and the third uncle reached out and pulled me in.

This gap is very narrow, the most terrible is very short, about half the height, I only have to go in with a hair on my waist, my feet hurt terribly, and I fell down on the ground as soon as I entered.Then the black glasses came in hairy.

Turning around, I found that the two sides of the crack here were all small tree roots and mud cocoons wrapped in dry mud. They shrunk in the depression and arranged on both sides, and the sound of the water flowing down the ruins could be heard.Looking inside, I found this crack cracked in another stone shaft.Apparently the earthquake caused the sand layer here to crack, and the cracks connected two wells that were very far apart, and we walked a short way.

The inside of the hoistway was messy and cracked everywhere. Obviously, when the ruins collapsed, numerous such cracks were formed.

I asked my uncle, "Why let me down?"

"I'll show you something," he said, motioning me to follow him.We squatted a few times in a small gap, and he pointed at the sand wall behind a tree root with a flashlight.

At first, I couldn't see what was there, because all the roots were sticking to the sand wall. When I looked closer, I saw that there was a line engraved on it, as if it were a few English letters.I was shocked, grabbed the hand of the third uncle and let him take a punctual shot, and recognized it carefully.

Uncle San said: "Look, this is what you saw in Changbai Mountain, is the mark left by the younger brother the same?"

I nodded busy, this is the mark that the dull oil bottle was carved in Changbai Mountain, and it was scolded in my heart. Did his mother just come here?

"How did you find out?" I asked the third uncle.

He wiped the mud on his face: "Don't worry about this, can you be sure that this is Brother's handwriting, isn't it someone else's similar mark?"

I didn't understand what he meant, and nodded to say yes.He immediately waved to the black glasses: "Blind, tell the people above to give Lao Tzu all down. We found the entrance."

The black glasses responded and backed out, signaling to them.

I asked the uncle what was going on, and the uncle said: "You look at this mark carefully, and feel what is different from Changbai Mountain?"

"Different?" I couldn't understand the meaning of the third uncle. When I looked closely, I suddenly found that the sign was gray.

The mark is carved on the sand. This kind of sand is not suitable for carving anything, because although it is hard but very brittle, the force is used too little, and there is no trace. The force is used too much, maybe the whole piece of sand Cracked.This mark is a bit complicated. Obviously, I was very careful when engraving, and this gray color is a trace of long-term oxidation of sand. The gray tone in the mark is almost the same as the surrounding sand, which means that the mark is obviously engraved here. Years.

"No," I wondered. "This is an old mark? You tell me to look again--"

Uncle San said: "Don't read it, since the handwriting is right, it's right, this is what he engraved, but it was not engraved in the past few days, but the last time he came here to stay." If you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)