Otherworldly Merchant

“Brother Zhang, what's your choice?” Jiang Daqi asked me with a pair of yellow little eyes.

You want to kick me in the leather ball? Save it!

I pretended to be humble: “Senior Jiang, you are the leader of the underwater group, you choose, I just follow. ”

Jiang Daqi stunned and muttered in disgust: “There are not many team leaders, not even Zhang Zheng...”

Looks like those characters are really good stuff. Until now, the old man's resentment is so deep.

“Now that we're all here, waiting in the sky is not an option, and there have been so many people before and after, someone may have already walked that road, let's follow the past.” When Jiang Daqi finished, he glanced at the stone strip on the wall, pinched his finger and counted. He said with great certainty: "We are on the third lane of the five-axis lock, that is, we have to wait for the lane to change twice. ”

After that, he stopped ignoring me and still lowered his head and smoked one cigarette at a time.

This guy's smoking addiction is amazing. Since the first time I saw him, the brothers have been smoking like Han Lao Liu's liquor.

He smoked a cigarette and I was bored, so I put away my double-knife ancient sword and took out the iron box again.

This iron box is hidden above the mural by William's ancestors and contains only a pocket watch and a broken map.

The pocket watch gave it to Lina, the map gave it to Jiang Daqi, and all I had left was this iron box.

The box is made of fine iron and painted black on the outside, although it looks square and neat, but there's really nothing special about it except the two little golden yellow locks.

I checked it carefully for half a day, swayed it over and over again, and didn't find any mezzanine or other organs, but it just felt unknown. The guy must have wanted to leave some clues through the box!

He went to such great lengths to enter the monuments. At the end of his life, he interpreted the Buddhist language in Gulatin and wanted to leave something behind for future generations. But it's a pocket watch and an already useless external map, and it doesn't make any sense.

I looked at the pocket watch and the map, and I didn't leave any valuable clues. The only thing is this box. It's kind of hard to figure out. What exactly does he want to hint at through this box?

The Latin translation of the Iron Box?

The angle between the box and the bones?

Or the relationship between boxes, pocket watches, maps?

Buzz...

I was thinking, suddenly I heard a buzz.

Looking at the sound, there was a little bee wrapped around me not far away.

Bees? This monument is dozens of meters beneath the water, let alone flowers. You can't even see a leaf of grass. How can a bee survive?

It's Pike!

This guy calls himself a zoologist, and he's carrying a lot of little bottles, and he's got all kinds of little animals in there, and he's probably the one who released the bee.

Did the three of them suddenly find themselves separated from us, releasing bees to look for us?

The little bee circled around me for a few laps and then buzzed towards the big fish.

Jiang Da's fish spit a cigarette on the little bee, and the bee snapped and fell to the ground.

“Brother Zhang, let's go.” Jiang Dayi knocked on the cigarette gun and stood up.

“Didn't you say to wait for the fifth?” I refer to the row of stones on the wall that is still moving slowly: “This is not the fourth track that has not been corrected. ”

“Didn't you see all the scouts fly in?” The big fish pointed to the little bee that landed on the ground: “A little later, they found out. Let's walk first and change direction at the next junction. This locking palace is three weeks across, two more steps forward, and it will change course. ”

He turned on the flashlight and walked forward.

I put away the iron box and kept it five or six meters behind him.

Along a narrow corridor, walking a dozen metres, a broken stone gate appeared in front.

The stone gate was tall and heavy, but I didn't know who had struck a hole in the middle. The Dragon Roar school should have drilled out of here.

As soon as I stepped into the stone gate, I immediately smelled a very strong smell!

Strange, there is such a large gap in the stone door, you can't smell it at all standing outside the door, but as soon as you get inside, the smell pounds out your nose and lungs. It can't be disgusting, the five dirty six-hearted rivers fall into the sea like pain.

This smell is dirty and stinky, even with some hot eyes. I don't know what it's coming from!

Jiang Dayi and I swayed the flashlight and photographed it. The space is so vast that the ground, the four walls, and even the ceiling are almost pristine that almost no traces of artificial chiseling can be seen, most of them pointy stone runs, full of claustrophobia.

While most of our journeys have been built with the help of potential, they are naturally made, but the artificial traces are still visible everywhere. This place is like a natural cave, as if no one had ever set foot.

The further you go, the stronger the smell.

Suddenly, Jiang Dayi stopped.

I glanced at it with a flashlight and felt numb on my scalp for a while.

Just over a dozen meters ahead of us, a pile of dead mountains!

Hundreds of bodies stacked together, the peaks fluctuated and the space filled was full, the vast majority of which had been turned into dead bones, but there was still a lot of leftover flesh.

The only thing that's the same is that all the bones don't have skulls.

In the mountains of corpses, there are numerous snakes in a dense and numb tray!

Black, white, red, blue, bright, flowery, wrapped, winding, full of shit!

They crawled in and out of Whitesen's skeleton, and at first glance, it was as if each of those headless corpses had survived, and their eyes were chaotic and frightening.

A truly authentic sea of dead snakes. It's a shock!

Sand, sand, sand...

At this point, there was also a sandstone behind us.

I turned around and hit the flashlight, and I didn't know when, but the path we had just taken was crawling with snakes, the ground, the walls, the density and numbness.

Colorful, like a wave, and bursting out of the crevices of the mountain walls! Thousands, endless.

One swallowed up the snake letter, and it buzzed and crawled toward us both.

Snake sea in front of the dead mountain, snake tide in the back, Jiang Da and I were stuck in it!