Daomu Biji

I have heard a lot in Changsha, and I was blinded.After listening to it for a few minutes, it was determined that this was the case.

I knew it in an instant, and my heart said I depended on it. Is this the little flower?Little flower stuck in this hair?

It must be like this if you think about it. If there is a monster who can only sing flower drums, then I might as well slam my head.But, what kind of thing was knocked under this iron plate just now?And how did Xiaohua become like this, he was a stroke, did the hair grow from him or how?

I looked at the iron pan, looked at the hair, and decided not to worry about it. I waited quietly. The thing seemed to be seen, and the iron hammer was dropped.

When this calmed down, the coldness of the entire cavity came through the bones, and the sense of coldness appeared, a bit like the moment when I walked out of the disco. I instantly felt a little funny, and I had to gritt my teeth to calm down.Waiting until the hair walked slowly to the mouth of this stone room to stop.

Large hairs were stuck in the hole, watching my goose bumps standing upright, I swallowed a spit, and then, I saw a stick sticking out of my hair, shaking it in front of me, and then Pointed aside.

I recognized that it was the one that Xiao Hua used to eave and walked the wall. I looked down at the stick and saw a depression in the rock wall he pointed to.

The depression is very large, larger than the others, and there are several of the same size on the side.When I walked over, I saw a strange thing in it. It was made of iron at first sight.I glanced at the hair and saw him shaking his stick, beckoning me to hurry.

I dug that mass of iron out of the depression, and found it extremely heavy. When I shook it, it turned out to be an iron coat.

All the parts are connected with an iron plate and fish skin, and there is a layer of dried oil on it, which can be directly torn off like the skinned Hong Kong feet.I tore off these skins and found that the contents were well preserved.

I looked back at the thing again, and he waved his stick again, as if to let me put it on.

Well, my heart says, things go from horror to very funny.

It took me a lot of time to study the iron clothes. Fortunately, it was not particularly complicated, so I spent a lot of time on it.The inside is much more corroded than the outside. The rust on the face has a very strange smell.Moreover, this thing seems to be completely closed, even without eyes.

It was dark in front of my eyes, and I didn't know what to do. I felt a pole poking me outside the iron clothes. I raised my hand and grabbed it, and he pulled me and started walking.Darkness, like a blind man, led by a stick in one direction, and soon I knew that I walked back into the passage, and then walked to those hairs.

The iron clothes are unexpectedly heavy. I can't stand up without standing hard. I understand that the slow speed is really necessary. Fortunately, this weight represents the thickness of the iron clothes.Chinese people like this sense of porcelain.

After entering the passage and walking on those hairs, the soles of the feet feel very uncomfortable. However, because I wear solid iron boots, I am particularly confident to step on them.

Stop and go, the rhythm is always controlled by the stick in front. After walking for more than half an hour, I felt the feeling of the hair under my feet disappeared and stepped on the stone again.Then I felt the rubble started to appear, and we returned to the entrance.

The stick was still dissatisfied, and continued to lead me forward until I crawled out and began to hear the bird call from outside, realizing that I had reached the entrance of the cave.

There was a subtle change in the smell in the air. It was the smell of rocks, jungle, and mist. The stick no longer moved forward. I took a breath and wondered if I could take off the iron clothes now. An unpleasant voice: "Are you stupid or heartless, causing me to come over and back again."

The sound was like the one who smoked a cigar a day. I moistened my throat and found that it seemed to work.But maybe it's a question of spirometry, and I didn't even understand it.

On the side, he heard him continue: "Take off the helmet."

I leaned against the wall of the cave, and then used all of my strength to take off the helmet. A sober feeling came across my face.

Sure enough, it reached the entrance of the cave. The night sky outside the cave was a bright moon, and a cold silver light was scattered on the cliff wall and the trees growing outside.The buddies in Chengdu haven't come up yet, but seeing one side of the rope trembling tightly, it's apparently working hard.

The hair was just across from me, lying on the ground, looking like a moldy winter melon, but it was a bit fun. I cleared my throat and spit, and the speech became clear, and asked, "What are you doing?" What happened, why did you get this virtue at once? "

He said: "Don't ask, help me get rid of these hairs and burn them with torches."

When I came up, there was a special small torch for mountaineering, which can be used for heating and signaling. In fact, it is only a large lighter. I took it out and shook it, then I hit it and got him.

I do n’t know if it ’s because of the high temperature or not. As soon as the hair got close to the lighter, all of them shrunk, and then with a "squeak" sound, Li Zhong burned all the hair on his chest.Then it burned elsewhere.

I do n’t know if it ’s my bad taste, I feel it ’s fun to burn a few times, so many hairs are very enjoyable to burn. No wonder the third uncle said that humans have the nature to play with fire, especially seeing the fire can burn the dirt, then dirty After the charcoal and ash can be burned.

He had burnt his hair into a light chicken all the time, and I did it. I just watched him take off his helmet, sweating all over.Then it was just like taking it out of the cocoon. When the iron coat was drilled from the neckline, I could smell a very bloody smell.When he saw the inside of his iron clothes, he was all stained with blood.

"It's not easy. In order to get you back, I carried this broken thing back and forth." His voice gradually recovered. "Brother, can you be smarter in the future?"

My heart says that I am not here to save you even your life. You can't blame me for this.

He pulled the bandage from his bag and took off his clothes, and I saw a scary wound in his ribs.

"What the hell is going on?" I asked. "How could it be hurt like this, just a moment ago."

Xiaohua poured the wound on the kettle and bit her teeth: "There is a tricky thing under the iron pan."

Xiaohua's physical overdraft was very strong, her face was pale, she was thin, and the wound was even more terrible.

I helped him to stop bleeding with a powder of Yunnan Baiyao mixed with other things, and he endured to tell me the story.

The process was more dramatic than I thought, and I heard myself feel a bit silly.After seeing the iron plate, he immediately found the stilt under the iron plate, and then tried to lift the iron plate. At this time, the metal knocking account began to come from under the iron plate.The irregular sound made him feel very strange, feeling that the living creatures were below.

At this time, I started to call, he felt that his throat was not very comfortable, and at the same time he felt that I was a little annoyed (he even said it directly).He supported the iron plate with a stick, hooked the hole with his instep, twisted his body into the hole like a snake, and found that the structure below was too complicated to understand, and the entire stone cave below was made of various iron chains and gear.

What caused these gears to turn seemed to be the water flow inside the stone, but where the main shaft turned was still not visible at the time.

The knocking of the metal underneath was almost deafening. When he lit a small torch to take photos of the surroundings, suddenly the sound ceased. Then, he felt only a strong wind flash and a sharp pain in his ribs.Immediately, he rolled back out of the hole, and at first glance, he had been so injured.

He realized that he couldn't speak.In a hurry, he wanted to return immediately in the same way.However, when he walked into the passage, he found that the hair near him was all erected, as if attracted by the bloody smell on his body.

He couldn't talk, he couldn't get out, the wound on his body kept bleeding, and he had to go back again, trying to find something to ignite, and notify me with firelight.Unexpectedly, he found the iron clothes, so he put on it and wanted to go back, only halfway through, and all the hair was turned up.Fortunately, iron clothes are very strong.

Without an eye hole, he couldn't see me, but just felt my presence on the road, wanted to touch it, and the result scared me to death.What made him even more collapsed was that, almost exhausted, I heard that I rushed into the iron pan room.

He knew that I would probably repeat the same mistake, so he had to come back again.As a result, he didn't talk about physical overdraft, and he wasted so much blood.

"There may be a problem with the air over there, which can paralyze our vocal cords," he said. "I'm going to hang some gas masks from the people below. If my vocal cords are broken, I won't be able to sing. Many girls will be sad of."

After I heard it, I felt very uncomfortable. It really did not bear any responsibility for me. If I must say that there was something wrong with my judgment, that is, I did not judge his ability enough. If it is a stuffy oil bottle, I might stay honestly. Here.

Speaking of this, this person's character is really a bit similar to mine, not much talk, I don't know what I'm thinking.

"Then what will be below? So powerful, is it just dumplings?" I asked."It's definitely not. There must be no dumplings in this kind of place." He said, "However, it is not surprising that there is something evil in such an evil gate. In short, be careful."

I nodded and thought of what I said just now, which was a bit strange. He said that those hairs reacted because of his blood. Why are my hands and feet scratched with blood, but those hairs did not respond to me?

Is it because I compare the men, they are not good at this?

Thinking about it, I went to see my own wound, and at first glance, I hit a spirit, and I saw that there were still a few sparse hairs on my hands.

So I immediately went to shoot, and found that it couldn't stick to the shoot, so I picked it. When I pulled it, I suddenly felt pain. When I looked closely, I found that the hair grew out of my wound.

I pulled it a little, and the wound opened a little. The meat and hair inside were tangled together, almost crashing me. I immediately went to see my feet, took off my socks, and those cut by the tiles, all It is a black glitch.