C18

They moved along a similar track to a puppet. Indeed, it was connected in all directions. But at the same time we found something very awkward - we didn't mark it when we came.

That is to say, even if we were to go the other way, we wouldn't be able to recognize it.

How depressing.

As I thought of this, I couldn't help but let out a cry when I walked out from the back of the cave, which was even more sullen.

The scene in front of him was f * cking familiar. I was almost buried alive here.

However, I had never tried this angle before because I had never noticed that there was a hole here. From here, he could see a row of black shadows at the left corner. They were very thick.

I subconsciously wanted to walk over, but I was stopped by a hand. "Are you crazy?" "I've been here before," I said. "There's something there."

"You've been here before?" What did he mean by that was obviously shocked by my words, and then reacted, "You mean the time when you disappeared?"

I showed him the fan coffin. I was already there when he stopped.

The shadows were revealed to me.

It wasn't a black shadow, it was a dried corpse.

The body was completely dehydrated, and there was a layer of wrinkled skin that didn't fit tightly on the bones. There were a few strands of dried grass that hung on the scalp, and there were a lot of wrinkles on the face. His skin was tinged with a greenish yellow, and he could smell the sand and the stench of corpses in the air.

I looked up, from my upturned features to my shriveled limbs to my torso, which was covered by the cloth that hung from my body.

The torn pieces of cloth were insufficient to cover it up, and the black corpse spots underneath were extremely obvious. I don't care about that either. My line of sight has already been firmly grabbed by those "clothes".

From left to right, the patterns and fabrics were all different. His left eye could no longer be seen. Some of it was stuck to his body while some of it was gone. The dress on the far right was in late Qing style. The corpse also carried the most items. When he got closer, he realized that there was something hanging around the man's neck.

These "latecomers" will not be martyrs, and institutions such as ours of a research nature will appear even later. If the regime needed it, it should have been a large number of soldiers.

Or perhaps it could be said that this was a position similar to the Emperor's appointment of a 'gold-plated field officer'. Although the name may not have existed at that time, it was similar in nature.

By the light of the flashlight, I took a closer look at the thing on the corpse's neck.

The corpse was hanging upside down, and the rope was very long, directly falling onto the face of the corpse.

There were maggots attached to it as well. These were the real maggots of the Tarsal Bone. I didn't dare to touch it, for fear of one or two fat maggots crawling out and digging into my hand.

It was a black "horn" with a hint of transparency.

I haven't had any contact with the specific tool requirements and their traditional habits. They could only regretfully express that they didn't know each other.

He obviously didn't want to come over, so I backed away. After explaining what I had seen to him, he frowned and said, "Let's go out first."

We took the second trip according to my memory. Both of them struggled.

Why was he frowning as he thought about things along the way? I had a vague feeling in my mind that there was something I could string together, but the most important point was that I would always be caught off guard and had to give up.

When they reached the slope, the two of them walked towards the entrance of the cave.

Just now, there was a 'mechanism' at the place where the rail disappeared. No wonder we always thought that puppets came and went like ghosts.

Because we had already suffered a loss once, we stopped consciously when the two tracks disappeared.

The best and only way was to stick close to the wall.

Since the craftsmen still needed to build on both sides, it was impossible to completely seal off the entire road. It doesn't matter whether it's from the inside out or from the inside out, it's impossible to take care of it, even if you can't do it yourself — that's my way of thinking, ignoring the ladder.

"Just turn the ladder upside down and climb over," was the exact phrase.

"Then how do we get there?" "We don't have a ladder."

"Walk along the edge," he said. "If you're hurt, I'll do it." "Hmm?"

Have you ever seen a water game?" "It's very similar to this. If the contestants aren't fast enough, or if they make a mistake, they will fall." He untied the rope around his waist and said, "This isn't a very long road, as you and I felt when we went down, we weren't even close enough to each other, which is why your arm was injured. "As long as I move a little faster, nothing will happen to me. Your arm isn't ready yet, and it's not easy to balance, so I'll do it.

I stood there looking at him with admiration.

He felt like he had lost track of where the ancient poem went with every sentence. Now, this poem seemed more high-end.

He held the rope in one hand and jumped into the air.

The board under his feet had already sunk down, but he did not panic. Perhaps it was because he was too fast, but his body fell forward and half of his body fell to the ground. Only his calves were hit by the stone.

He raised his eyebrows and said straightforwardly, "That's simply overestimating. It's probably only 1.2 meters long, not even 1.5 meters. If you change to a standing position, you'll probably be able to come over directly. "

I admired him so much that I tied the two luggage to a rope, tugged on it and flew straight over. With a twist, the luggage bag fell to the side.

I didn't stop to jump, but took two steps back and directly walked over.

This trap could only be used to catch people off guard. If a person goes down, they will go down. They won't be able to climb up, but they can only do it the way we just came out from inside. If he was in a group, he could pull everyone up if he went down one or two at a time. Then, he would be on guard.

"Either you won't be able to trap me, or no one will be able to take the road behind you." "We didn't see the skeletons trapped inside, so there were only these two possibilities."

"I choose the former. However, both of these things do not seem to be of much use to us. "

The two of us continued on our way.

The bluestone tiles under his feet were made of large blocks and large blocks. Before going up to the last piece, use a rope to hang the duffel bag up. There was no problem with the bag at all.

After walking for almost three minutes, the stone slab had disappeared and was replaced by a black coloured material. His already tense nerves tightened even more.

The facts proved that something bad was going to happen if he tried to lay his hands on it.

"The soles of my feet are very sticky." "What do you mean, 'very wet'?" There's water here. It's just wet. " I said.

"No," he said, "the point should be on the road below."

I didn't say anything. This path gave me a very thick feeling, but I had to be careful.

"This place isn't black," the color of the ground had a clear change, I squatted down to touch the road in front of me, "This is mud. The front part of the road is at least safe below. "

"There are two sides," he said. "And those above, we have to be on guard."

"At least my feet are relieved." I said.

But even so, the mud beneath our feet made us a little irritable. However, they were all mountain walking shoes, so it didn't matter.

At the same time, he felt the temperature rise. The smell of blood was thick on his left arm.

I'm afraid it will fester, but since I'm already here, I should get it ready before I go out. In the wilderness, he found a hospital and started bandaging it. Who knew how long it would take.

There was a sudden click. I stopped at the same time. A few seconds later, he heard a clear "di da" sound again.

I let out a long breath. It was like water that was naturally dripping from the mountains, matching the moist air here.

This area looks especially like a naturally formed, irregular slope. I don't know if I'm in the hollow of the mountain or if I'm close to the surface. In addition to the humidity, there was also a strange, pungent smell in the air. It was mixed with the sour, rotten smell of water filth. Why was it so strange?

What do you mean by suddenly straight eyes, staring at a point in the distance. He took a step forward and headed in that direction.

I followed, and his steps were quick and light as he reached for it.

"A box?"

I looked at the thing in his hand and reached for it.

The box felt heavy to the touch, and I almost lost my grip on it. "Made of stone?"

I ran my finger along the side and felt a crack. I tried to lift the stone with my thumb, but it wouldn't budge.

"Huh?" I raised the box a little higher.

It was not a crack, but a groove carved into it. The box spun in my hand. Other than this indentation that had not been carved completely, the four sides of the wall were completely in one, without even a single detail, not to mention any openings.

The black box was very uniform, but it was also very transparent. It was in stark contrast to the brown wall beside it. The top of the box showed a perfect curve. But when combined with the other angles, it was like a coffin. There were no marks on it. It was just a simple polishing process.

No wonder he could see it at a glance. With a flashlight, it was impossible to find it easily. After all, most of the illumination tools at that time were still torches and the lighting was dim. To find them accurately, it would have taken a lot of effort and effort. After all, the place where the boxes were placed was low.

When people are exploring a new environment, they are standing in a distant place. For example, when I first came in, I was looking around. Naturally, I didn't dare to leave anything out from the left to the right. As one got closer, one's vision would focus more on the areas where one's eyes were level or higher. Compared to the blind spots on both sides of the eye, the lower part of the eye could be easily overlooked.

This box is what we're looking for? Why is it different from Ike's description?

"Not what we're looking for," he said. "But it should be important."

His tone was so sure that I couldn't help but wonder, "How do you know?"

"It's not mud on the wall," he said. "It's black gunpowder. There's also a name for it: Chinese snow, or Chinese snow."

Black gunpowder, Hua Xia Xue, or saltpeter. It just happened to appear in the late Tang Dynasty. However, before this official appearance, there was still a long period of "refining". From the Warring States to the early Han Dynasty, the aristocrats became intoxicated with the illusion of immortality or flying up to immortality, prompting a large number of alchemy Daoists to appear.

There was also the famous First Emperor Qin. Although he would definitely try out the medicine after the pill was formed, it was hard to say whether or not he had already tried it. A small amount of lead contained a large amount of poison, and could be called a poison.

Cough * * Cough * I slapped myself in my heart and cursed myself in my head once more.

So if this place was built in the Han Dynasty, the gunpowder here would have had its initial effect. If it really exploded, we would all be dead.

"No," he said, looking at me as if I were a fool. "This place is very damp. The air had a lot of moisture, which was why the smell of gunpowder was so strong. I don't think it's going to catch fire. After all, nearly a thousand years had passed, and it wasn't impossible for the mountains and rivers to change routes. Besides, we don't have any flammables, I said torches. "

Once again, I was glad that technology was advanced and that the flashlight was safe.

"Take this first." What was that? "There might be something else that we aren't paying attention to. I just don't think this is what we're looking for. " he repeated.

I threw the box into his duffel bag and carried my bag back.

What do you mean: "…"

Everything that had happened so far hung over our heads like a heavy sword, and we didn't know when it would collapse, giving us the heaviest blow.

I mean to go back the way we came and choose to find the "exit" here, which he firmly believes must have something to do with something we haven't experienced yet.

In the end, I compromised. I followed him, feeling my way along the gunpowder wall.

Of course, my groping wasn't very good. My focus was on the box and my arm, and I wondered if it would make any difference if I stayed too long in this damp, dark place.

I crouched down, and as my eyes moved, I saw the "gap" in the box I had just placed.