Otherworldly Merchant

Han Lao Liu raised his flashlight and carefully felt the direction of leaf drifting. I pinched the invisible needle and pursued it in this dark underground wilderness.

The ground and the top of the cave are all green and grey rock formations. In such a wide area, even a point of support cannot be seen, and I do not know how it is formed.

After a long search along the curved watercourse, the sound of running water in the ears became louder.

Han Lao Liu and I couldn't help but be a little more vigilant and slowly approached the past.

The ground was littered with rubble, and there was a large three-metre square hole in the middle of the rubble.

The hole is irregularly shaped and marks on the opening are new.

Take a flashlight downwards, running water a few meters from the ground, reflecting the glow of the light.

Han Lao Liu looked down and said: "It is indeed Little White Dragon, these are all the marks caused by the wind blade! ”

About two meters above the broken surface, Han Lao Liu and I jumped in successively, and the running water just passed the waist limbs.

Perhaps that's why it's so close to the magma, the temperature in the water is much higher than upstream, it's about 20 degrees, it's like a bathroom, but it's very comfortable.

Not far below the water, a slightly narrow junction, the stone walls on both sides were cut open, barely allowing one person to pass, as the river narrowed and the water level rose sharply.

“Look here!” Just two steps away, Han Lao Liu pointed to a symbol on the stone wall: “This is the mark left by Little White Dragon, prompting us to say that there is a living thing here and it can be dangerous! But he's already inside. ”

“What's he doing in there?” I was somewhat puzzled to ask, "If he's already found the water, and it's dangerous, why go in there? ”

“That's exactly what I'm wondering. He came here to find the water, but the water has been found, and he keeps tracking it down, and he must have found something.” Han Lao Liu thought.

“Whatever you find, you should go back the way you found it. Wait till we get together. If we hadn't stumbled upon the underground river, where would we have gone to find him? Didn't he think of that?” I asked.

Han Lao Liu thought, “Little White Dragon will never be so reckless despite his sexual impulse. Since he chose not to wait for us to go in first, it must have been a change of circumstances, and he couldn't wait for us to rendezvous. Come on, let's go check it out!” Han Lao Liu said he was going forward again.

I snagged ahead of him.

Han Lao Liu's skill is good, and he also has green wood protection, but he has lost too much on the road, especially when he carries me across the long river of magma. Now that I've drunk all the wine again, there's nothing to add.

Besides, he is still carrying Miss Caiyun. It would not be convenient to travel in the deep water. If there was any danger, he would be in trouble.

The river flooded the chest and the flow rate accelerated suddenly, almost without walking, and was pushed all the way forward.

Along the current, after several consecutive turns, the cave widened again, the water level dropped to around the chest, but the flow rate is getting faster and faster, don't say back, it is extremely difficult to stand still!

More than a dozen meters after being washed out, the river in front suddenly disappeared and it was dark again.

“Careful, this is falling...”

Han Lao Six shouted out loud. Before we finished, we fell straight down with the current!

Knock!

I quickly drew a knife and stabbed him to death in the cliff stone, and Han Lao Liu also attacked him. A green vine climbed the stone seam tightly, as if it had come from here.

Warm water flushed down from us, and the arm of the knife was hidden with some leprosy.

We both looked up, and it was an underground waterfall, dozens of meters down, and it was a deep, black-water pond.

The falling water currents stir the starting point white light in the inky black pool, like fireworks blowing up in the night sky!

It turns out that when this underground river came here, it went deeper underground, and no wonder it went near the banks of the magma without realizing it.

I slowly fell down through the blue vine of the sixth. When approaching the surface of the water, he pushed himself against the stone next to him, looked around carefully, and found no danger. This swayed the green vine, and took Han Lao Liu as well.

As soon as Han Lao Liu landed, he sucked his nose unconsciously.

“What's the matter? ”

“Smells bloody.” Han Lao Liu said very heavily. He shook his head again and muttered: "Strange, how can this place still have grass? ”

The rolling water flowed straight down, and the diameter flowed out of the pool, following a deep valley far forward, the banks of the river were filled with green and black pebbles.

The stones are not large and very uniform, almost fist sized and slightly oval.

I looked down and said, "It looks like it's been washed over the years by the water flow. ”

“Nice.” Han Lao Six looked back to the next four directions: “This underground river should have been much wider a long time ago than it is now, and the flow rate is even more astonishing. This whole cave was washed out by the flow of water. The crushed stones on both sides of the valley were originally river pebbles. ”

Another walk along the river, a small white dot suddenly appeared on the pitch-black river, and at a closer glance, it was actually half a human skull.

The top of the nose was brushed in half, the cuts were long gone and buried deep beneath the gravel, which obviously was not dry by the little white dragon.

But Xiaobailong's wine bottle was placed next to his skull, and a sign was piled with stones.

Apparently, he's trying to tell us something.

Han Lao Liu glanced at it and looked at it with confusion: “Little White Dragon let us go from here, but here...”

And I looked at it in his eyes, and it was a black stone wall in that direction, and it was no different from the surrounding view.

But Xiaobailong, through the prominent position of the skull, left a mark that would never be unmistakable.

I glanced over at the flashlight and found two twisted letters engraved on the stone wall. I watched it for half a day, and this forced me to recognize it, as if: God was crying.

“God cry?” What does that mean?

Han Lao Liu glanced forward: “Yes, it was written by Xiao Bailong. ”

“What does it mean to cry, is it a code between you?” I asked.

“What's the code?” Han Lao Six snorted: “He wanted to write the artifact, but he didn't know many words. He couldn't write the instrumentation, so he replaced it with a cry. ”

Little White Dragon, he's still half illiterate!

No wonder he doesn't know much about the spell of antagonism. Perhaps in his opinion, the text is as hard as the dogma!

Fortunately, the script can still be recognized, and Han Lao Liu guessed the cry.

But what is he going to say? He found the artifact.

Besides, right behind this stone wall?