C16

Embarrassed as it was, I walked hand in hand with no rope for the time being.

The incident just occurred. Even though he was afraid, he was more or less emboldened. There was no Wei Yuting around. The two men were extremely impetuous. That's how I comforted myself.

To my surprise, the puppet never appeared again. We'll follow the tracks on the ground. This place could be considered "accessible from all directions". According to this technology, it had never been used before.

This is one of the things that interests me. There weren't many manufacturing inventions in the Han Dynasty, yet historical books on such high-end puppet technology didn't even mention anything about it. But now that we are lucky to see it, it is a kind of luck.

The road was wide and dark. I don't feel crowded side by side with what it is. The track was to the left, not in the middle. I walked along the side of the track, which was on the right, and even so the right was a little emptier, a short arm's length away.

Two men holding hands, why should my heart be as speechless as mine. His palms were sweating very quickly. So it didn't take long to part. I put my hand in my pocket and wiped my sweat. His travel bag was slung behind his back, and his left hand, which was holding the flashlight, was also covered in a layer of sweat.

I stopped at the same time as he did. The two of us split the time between us and wiped the sweat off our hands. The time added up to no more than two minutes.

I turned off the flashlight and put it in my pocket. I wiped my left hand and right on my shirt.

"I think it's a bit strange," he said. "What's missing in front?"

I was just finishing up, urging them to hurry up, and I switched on the flashlight to shine on the road ahead.

There was indeed something missing... Smooth floor smooth wall... Smooth ground?

"The tracks are gone," I said.

I felt a surge of fear.

The tracks were gone. Where was the puppet? We followed the tracks all the way. Can the puppets only walk on the tracks? If so, where was he now? Hiding or... Right next to us?

Half of my arm was covered in goosebumps, and somewhere in the dark was a grinning puppet.

"This is f * cking …" "Be quiet!"

Right behind me, there was a faint but very rhythmic sound of clattering.

I was dazed for a moment, then my neck turned stiff.

That strange smile turned into a strange cry.

It wasn't that he was laughing, it was that his entire face had been turned upside down. Not only was his face turned upside down, the puppet was now hanging upside down on the wall.

My Heavens...

I looked from face to face.

I looked up.

On the upper left side of my head, two deep tracks appeared.

"Come here!" I shouted, pulling back with one hand.

The strange smile hung on the creature's face.

and so on... A strange smile? Shouldn't it be turning upside down?

A drop of red liquid flowed out from the corner of her mouth and fell beside my feet.

I cursed in my heart. He then looked up and saw that the tracks had also reached the position above our heads. "What do you mean, move forward!"

"Ah?" "Hurry up and go!"

We ran, and I stared back at the face that had left a deep red liquid.

Under my gaze, the corner of that mouth, point by point downwards, turned into a half arc downwards on both sides.

He laughed again …

I didn't even have time to be sure if I was seeing things or not before I suddenly shouted. The space beneath my feet became empty and I felt weightless as I attacked. "F * ck me, f * ck me!"

In the darkness, what is the path? It's empty below! "

I couldn't answer him at all. My sleeve was worn, and my arm had been scraped against the wall. A straight line on the wall cut through my arm, and my entire arm was rubbed to the floor!

I'll go..." Three seconds later, as if I had been cut by a knife, I landed on the ground. My arm was almost crippled.

Both the flashlight and my bag are fine. My flashlight fell on it.

What do you mean by 'nothing happened'? Looking around, I noticed that I was slightly out of breath. I asked with concern, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine …" That's weird, "I said." Look at my arm! Bandage disinfection! Big Brother, save me! "

After being shined upon by the flashlight, I sucked in a deep breath of cold air.

His arm was injured, and there was a huge cut on it. Both sides of the cut were slightly turned over, revealing red blood and the edges of the wound were stained with dust.

Open the bag immediately for disinfectant iodine and bandages. There's nothing I can do about it. "It's a good thing we didn't cut any big blood vessels, otherwise you wouldn't want this arm."

What was it about bandaging me? I felt exhausted, my arms ached, and suddenly I remembered a horror novel I had once read.

And that's the way the hero is... He was dragged out into the wild at midnight. He used his body to rub the various protrusions on his body and was then pressed down on the wound. He called the man a "meat broom" and poured all the dust on the sharp objects into his wounds.

I didn't dare tell the story or what it was about. Both of their expressions were now tense. He probably couldn't take it anymore.

"The male lead's entire body has been pressed up. Those are sixty-four wounds. One of them will be fine." I could only say to myself, "Furthermore, the male lead is still alive to the end. Do you think you can't survive with just your ass?"

The dressing time was not long. I've said it before, what is the weakest of the three? Wei Yuting is the bravest of the three, and I have the best and the most IQ, so I'm not too worried.

I banished the horror novel from my mind. Fortunately, I could still use the flashlight (the one Wei Yuting had given me earlier). I held the flashlight and looked ahead, but the light seemed to have been sucked away, and the penetrating power had been greatly reduced. The original range of the visible straight line had been reduced by half, so I could only confirm that there was space in front of me.

"Can we still go up?" What was this?

"It should be possible." I said, "I don't know what to do either. There's a road ahead. "If we don't make it, we'll climb up. Look at the distance of this circle …" As soon as I looked up, my voice caught in my throat.

A bizarre smile appeared on my face. The red liquid at the corner of my mouth dripped onto the ground, some of it splattered onto my body.

"Hmm?" Why didn't he lift his head? "Finished."

"It's all right," I said.

"Alright." I immediately stood up and held my arms as I hid. Both my hands were on my arms, and both of them were moving on their knees.

"Alright," He Wei let out a long breath, "The bandage is done, there shouldn't be any problems, right? The dust isn't poisonous again."

Dust... My mind went back to the scene when I was deaf. "Stop it. I just looked up and saw the puppet. "

"Hmm? "The lid is turned over, and you can see the puppet. Did the puppet lift the lid up?" "Don't scare me." Even though he said that, he still stuck his head out and shone his flashlight up. He trembled at first and then said, "Just say that you're scaring yourself."

"I saw it!"

"Yes," he said helplessly. "Isn't it just a face? It was glued to the overturned stone slab, okay? I was half scared to death by you. "

ME: "... Sticky? "

"I'm not sure," he said. "It's possible that it's just a face painted on a rock. What are you so worried about?"

I smiled awkwardly.

"Let's go forward," he said, helping me to my feet.

This place was very high, even higher than the top. However, it was much narrower compared to the space above. It was almost impossible for me to walk side by side with him. I had no choice but to move back and forth, otherwise my arm that had just been tied up wouldn't have been saved.

"When you feel the light from the flashlight," I said, "do you see anything on the wall?"

He casually touched it, rubbed his hands together, and said, "It's a kind of rather sticky black particle, but I don't know what it is. I have to test it." He made a noise of surprise and wiped it off once more.

"The black on this is painted on," said the other. "And behind it is slate." I saw him draw those strokes, and the black had already fallen away, revealing the greyish smooth underside beneath.

"There should be a road," I said, "or there wouldn't be a need for such repairs."

"Let's walk and see," he said. "There's nothing worse than staying here."

"Let's go."

The road under his feet was the same color as the wall. The sound of our feet crunching against each other was very uneven.

However, the walk was inexplicably more comfortable than the smooth stone.

"The ground is much harder than the wall," he said. "I don't even know if it's made of the same material anymore."

He didn't say anything along the way, so why did he look so bad? He didn't even have the desire to speak at all. My arm hurt like hell, and I wasn't in the mood to talk.

The dark road was longer than I had expected, and we could feel us turning and turning, but we didn't feel anything in which direction.

"How's your arm?" What is the Dao?

I shook my head.

This part of the journey was very difficult. Even though neither of us had deliberately slowed down, we were still moving forward at the speed of a snail.

After a while on the black Asphalt road (which was clearly no asphalt at the time, but felt very much like it), the area illuminated by the flashlight grew larger again. It turned back into a green stone tablet.

"There's something up ahead." What is the Dao?