Daomu Biji

"What is it?" I asked.

"I don't know, just by the pit." The fat man looked at me and suddenly said to me, "The thief does not go empty, there may be good things, I have to go down and see, you wait for me for a few minutes."

I was terribly angry, but now I am alone, he does not listen to me, let me hold the stuffy oil bottle, and rummage through the water.I have no choice but to make him hurry.

However, this is not easy. Most of the tiles are buried under the debris and rummed through the pottery. Unlike in the sea, the sand is relatively soft. The pottery here is sharp on the one hand, and it is on the other hand. Just slide down into the pit, people are not good to maintain balance.The surface is okay. It's very difficult to dig a few pieces and dig deeper. Sometimes I see a piece of pottery that I can't pick up if I want to open it, as if it grows inside.

After digging a few times, the fat man seemed to have found the target. He floated to the surface to ventilate and dived again. He forcibly inserted his hand into the digging pottery pit and broke it out. It did n’t break twice. When he came back, there was blood in his hands.

"Oops!" I screamed badly, and my heart said it wasn't bitten by the king.But I saw that the fat man showed no signs of poisoning, but the wound seemed quite deep.He took a sip with his mouth, changed hands and broke it hard, pulled the bone out, and then came up.

"What's going on?" I asked on the side.

"God's day, there seems to be a thorn in this bone, it hurts me." The fat man sucked his fingers and dried up the skull that was caught, beckoning me to shine the miner's lamp over.

I muttered: "Look, do it yourself." When I walked over to illuminate him, I just walked over to him, and suddenly I heard a series of dull "grunts" beneath me, and then came a series of blister.

The fat man and I froze for a moment, the bubble stopped for a while, and a series of "Guru Guru" came up again.

"I'm relying on it. His mother is really unacceptable. You can't let the fart catch up with the rocket artillery. It's still bursting. This movement is too great." The fat man covered his nose.

I was also baffled, looked around and said: "Go to you, I didn't fart."

"Why are you so stinky without farting? What does it smell like, your stool is smoked to death." The fat man frowned.

There was indeed a smell around me, but I was shocked when I smelled it. This is indeed not the smell of fart. Although I can't remember what this smell is for a while, I feel subconsciously, it seems to be something wrong.I just wanted to say go away. Suddenly I lost my balance and the water burst, as if stepping on the air, the whole person sank into the water.

It was very sudden, almost instantly my feet were empty. My first reaction was that I slipped and immediately kicked my legs to try to stand up again, but then there was blisters all over the water, the pottery under my feet The film moved, sliding straight to a place, simply standing unsteady.

I was shocked and immediately realized what I was doing. I quickly pulled my legs down and dived into the water. The fat man also dived and we plunged into the water.

I scanned the miner's lamp and saw that the bottom of the water collapsed under my feet. A big pit collapsed from the bottom of the water, which was connected with the pit on the side and became a very large deep hole. Slide to the bottom of the pit.Looking back, I saw that the dull oil bottle was pulled into the bottom of the pit along the collapse, and the feet were wrapped tightly in the pottery pieces, and it couldn't be pulled out, as if something was grabbing his feet and trying to drag him into the pit. bottom of.

I did n’t care about the stuffy oil bottle just now. In fact, he has been taking care of us all the time. We are not used to paying attention to his feelings. Seeing that his legs are trapped in the debris, he has wrapped his thighs. Go in.He gave no feedback and let himself sink down the tiles.

Seeing that it was about to be wrapped in a pit, the fat man and I hurried over to help, and one of them grabbed one of his hands and pulled it up.The fat man couldn't use any strength with one hand, biting the miner's lamp with both hands, the two men pushed hard with water and pulled him out.

Such a thing would be dead if he was alone, and it would not be a major accident if there were two or three people.The stuffy oil bottle was lifted and began to cough.

The fat man said: "I said your fart is so powerful, you collapsed the bottom of the water. Remember to say hello before farting to avoid hurting others by mistake."

I gasped and cursed: "I still squeeze on me at this time, and I will fight with you later."

"Look at you, you are not humbly accepting the teaching!" The fat man took the miner's lamp to look at the bottom of the water. The collapse below slowly expanded, but some stopped, and soon a hole about half the size of a basketball court appeared in us. In front of you, the dark and quiet, like a big mouth, will swallow us down.From time to time, bubbles pop up from below, and there is a bad smell around.

I remember that this is the smell of biogas. This hole must have existed before. Maybe something like a wooden beam was added to it before. It still maintains a fragile balance after decay. This balance can last for thousands of years when there is no external force. However, once there is any damage, the wooden beam collapses.The collapsed pit may have been caused by a broken wooden beam, and the fat man dug tiles at the edge, causing a chain reaction.

"God's day," the fat man said, "how come this seems to be empty?"

The bottom should not be deep, but the water was muddled by the stirring just now, and I couldn't see the end. I said: "This may be an interlayer to prevent the ghost canister." Seeing him walk to the edge again, just say, " Be careful, just now I stepped on it and it was firm, and suddenly it collapsed. His mother may be completely empty under this place. Now I am stepping on a piece of collapse. Wait a second and do n’t have another chain reaction. We are all finished when the vortex is formed. "

"As long as you don't fart, it's okay." Fatty said, "Huh, what is this?"

I looked down his flashlight and saw something floating up in the deep pit.

"Far away." The fat man reminded, and I pulled the sullen oil bottle reflexively away a little distance, and the fat man focused the mine light on that thing.

Those things came up very quickly, and they quickly emerged from the hole. At this time, we have seen clearly that they are all rotted wood and branches, and there are a lot of trash that cannot be distinguished.

These should be the sediments that were pressed into the mud below, aroused by the falling pottery, followed by a lot of muddy water.For a time, the visibility near the cave entrance became worse.

The fat man picked up a few branches, which were wrapped around garbage, and got his stinky mud. He threw it away and said, "I fuck, the old mud of this mud bubble is turned over by us. It's stinking to me, his mother! Isn't this the former pit? "

I said: "Your family only uses such a large dunghole. If you shit in this dunghole, you may be killed directly if you slip your feet. Can you pull it out?"

Fat guys can pull too much. If the dung pits, the shit is more nervous than bungee jumping. I do n’t think elephants dare to use them. The ancestors of the West Queen Motherland would not torture themselves like this?

"Perhaps this is because the queen wants to cultivate their children's dwellings in the sense of safety and security, so that they are always vigilant when shit." The fat man was serious.

I know that fat guys are joking, but I can't laugh at all, because the surroundings are so stinky, these are definitely the smells accumulated after the rotten head.

I hurriedly said, "Hurry up, here is too dangerous!" We covered our noses and were about to leave. The fat man picked up something from the water again, but this was not a branch. He hummed and raised up: "I depend , What do you think is this? "(To be continued, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)