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As expected, there was a black hole there. It wasn't small in size, but when the entrance hit the wall, it went downwards. I bent down and dragged a leg with me as I entered.

This passage was very wide and tall. There were many deep holes in the ground. Four groups of people were lined up in two rows.

This was the spot where the spider had drilled out from before. He wondered what kind of territory it had.

Old Song held onto Song Ping, but we didn't move forward after falling down for some distance. He checked Song Ping's body condition and coldly harrumphed, "Ignore the consequences!"

Song Ping was already unconscious, so he did not hear those words. I can only smile wryly. This disaster was a little too much.

Old Song heaved a sigh of relief. "Let's stay here for a while …" "The fog isn't limitless. With such a large area, I don't believe we can cover it all." He turned to me and said, "Listen carefully, little bastard. We have two ways to go next, if the one on the ground wakes up, we can go on inside. If he doesn't wake up, you take care of him. I'll go up and take down the bundle."

"You'll go?" Would it be poisonous? "

Old Song waved his hand, "As long as it's not too dense, I just need to hold my breath. It's a pity for these old fellows of mine." His fingers caressed the flat gourd hanging from his waist.

Half of Song Ping's body was bruised where it touched the ground. However, his injured hand was not injured twice and there weren't many wounds. The main reason was because he was wearing thick clothing during winter.

I checked and waited to see if he would wake up. Eccentric Song was crouching at the entrance of the cave, observing the purple mist.

Although this action was a bit risky, it was not dangerous. The purple mist from before had risen up from the holes in the four corners of the room, meaning that the density was relatively small. Therefore, in such a large open space, aside from dilution, it would also float upwards.

Eccentric Song would stick his head out of the hole and use his back to block it. Although it was useless, he could only give her some psychological comfort.

I held my breath and concentrated. After a while, Song Ping slowly woke up and covered his head with his hands as he hissed. Eccentric Song crawled in and looked at him grumpily. If you can't even be sure that you can only touch the mechanism once, then what are you relying on?! "

Seeing that he had woken up, our plan was naturally to head inside. He had just observed this, and even though the mist had been diluted, it was still being released continuously. The higher ups temporarily could not go.

Below me was the Spider Lair. I couldn't control the hairs on my body when I thought about the Silk Spinner Cave. He had the nagging feeling that he would find a pile of bones underneath.

Song Ping and I were supporting each other as we walked behind Old Song, who was about three meters away. There was room all around him, no matter what he encountered, he would at least have a chance to react.

This path was very normal. There was solid soil on all four sides. We followed the small holes in the ground.

This path went downwards for who knows how long. There was a huge hole in front of his eyes. Old Song walked in while wiping the wall. Suddenly, he heard an angry curse from inside, "Hey, little girl!"

The corner of my mouth twitched. Song Ping didn't have any expression on his face.

However, a long time after the cursing, there was still no sign of Sir Song. I can't stand it any longer, so I signal Song and Ping.

When I went in, there were only two legs dangling in front of me. They were all wearing Old Song's pants!

This, this, this...

I was scared half to death by the sight, my legs still struggling, and as I looked up the leg of my pants, the fear and anger in my heart suddenly wore off. I walked over and lifted Old Song's legs up onto my shoulders.

My body leaned against the stone wall, and all of my weight was supported by the stone wall and my undamaged feet.

I took a breath, and old Song stuck his head out and signaled me to follow him.

I pointed to my feet. He told me to stay away, then pulled his head back. Just as he stood in the corner, a black bead smashed down, leaving a small crater on the ground and rolling outside.

I was stunned. Old Song said, "Pull him in as well." This was said to me, so he meant Song Ping.

The two of us stood still, and I shouted at Eccentric Song. A loud shout came from above and I subconsciously raised my head. A black ball smashed into my skull.

I held my head and squeezed back, and then I started to drop the beads like a black waterfall, rolling down to the door like it was raining, and after a while a pile piled up and the beads went on and on and on for a while. After repeating this a few times, we almost had no place to stay. Master Song shouted, "It's done!"

He stuck his head out from the nearly three and a half meter tall stone cliff. "All of you, come up."

Up? It was very hard but also very brittle, as if it would shatter with a single step. Even though it was a bit strenuous, I still stepped on it, in front of me was a cave, the floor was littered with black beads, and the cave entrance was the same. Elder Song had only cleared a path for people to pass through. It was not hard to tell that the black ball had been used to block the door.

Song Ping stepped on the black ball ladder and looked at it in surprise, "How much energy does it cost to use up?! Why mud balls? Wouldn't it be fine to just make a door? "

Old Song's expression was strange. "Niwan?" "Huh?"

"This is not a mud ball, it's a piece of cow and sheep shit." Eccentric Song said helplessly, "The ground is made of stone, so it can't be broken apart. Also, there's a hole in the ground for ventilation …" I felt a wave of nausea on the part of my head where I had been hit. I reached out to rub it, but it had been years since I had last seen it. Standing in front of the entrance of the cave, he felt a chill and a hint of wetness. Such an environment?

Eccentric Song took the lead and walked forward. Suddenly, a loud laugh could be heard from inside, "Hurry up!" "Ahhh!" We hurried inside, but there was a downward slope, and old Song was standing with his back to us.

His flashlight did not shine, but it was not dark at all. Instead, his body was painted with a layer of silver.

It was moonlight!

An uncontrollable joy burst forth in me. I felt as though my heart had changed. I quickly walked down and even staggered a bit.

The temperature outside plummeted. It was already extremely cold during the day and quite a bit colder at night. The main issue was that I was only wearing my autumn robe, so my entire body was currently filled with coldness.

Song Ping took off his jacket and handed it to me. We were currently at the foot of the mountain, but the vegetation in front of us was not dense. In front of us was an open plain.

I looked around and saw a corner of the plain. We slanted to the right, and the orange light made us feel good.

The three of them went down the mountain. Although the dew was getting heavier at night, my feet were fine under the cover of my boots. Eccentric Song led the two of us towards the orange light. It didn't seem that far, but it wasn't close. After half an hour, looking at the flames before us, my eyes were moist.

This is where we were camped.

However, there was no one around the fire. There was a sound from inside the tent. Eccentric Song lifted the curtain and entered the tent. When he came out again, his expression suddenly turned ugly.

"They're not back yet." Old Song spoke word by word, "Not a single person." The one who followed behind him was Elder Li. He glanced at us and sighed deeply, "You guys can go back tomorrow first …. "Look at this wound …"

That night, the bus arrived. No matter what, Song Ping was unwilling to leave. In the end, the driver and elder Song had to work together to force the door shut. They were brought back in a single breath, unable to resist at all.

His eyes were bloodshot. I knew that he was worried about the people Uncle Zhang brought along, but there was nothing he could do but console him. Elder Li had said that it was fine. However, Elder Li's expression was also a bit off. He did not look the same as he had expected.

That night, we went straight to the hospital, where we stayed in the same ward. After the treatment, we took a rest. Song Ping could not stay any longer. After he was done, he started jumping out.

I finally managed to persuade her, but what was the reason for her missed call? She called, but her phone was turned off instead.

After all, it was midnight and it was normal for the phone to be turned off. What if they missed me? I'm so handsome, after all.

I rubbed my face, swiped my cell phone, and fell asleep.

The next morning, Song Ping had already left for an unknown destination. There were no blankets on the bed next door. However, one hand seemed hard to fold. I jumped out of bed and prepared to eat at the back of the cafeteria with my balancer. Song Ping came back while I was putting on my shoes, carrying two bowls of porridge and a few buns.

His eyes were red, and he might have had a night of brainstorming. His appetite was pitifully small.

Song Ping said, "You said that Uncle Zhang …"

I thought for a moment and said, "Actually, you don't have to be so worried. If something happens, there are only two situations: Uncle Zhang is free and there is nothing you can do about it." After all, the former Zhang Shuya was still here, and she was also one of the staff who was recorded on the record. It was impossible for her to make a move against them. But if it's the latter, you don't have to worry about it. Elder Li personally said that his ability was sufficient.

That cave was dug by himself at night, but when Elder Li and Elder Song went in to look, they should have already memorized the engraved content — at least the important content. Zhang Shuya's father also went in. At that time, there was no one there, so there was no reason for him not to know about it.

"So what you should be more worried about now is your hand." That was really too hard, Song Ping estimated that he would be able to take care of it for a while. At that time, he didn't feel that there was much more dust and stuff inside than outside, which meant that the air quality was too poor, and the protection measures were too simple and crude.

Song Ping tried to contact the people at the top of the research facility, but every time the answer came, it would always be "Wait a minute, Professor Li has already entered." He didn't have the contact method between Elder Song and Elder Li, since both of them didn't use cellphones. But now that they've gone in to save people, we can relax a bit. Those two segments aren't something a small fry like us can compare up to.

To be exact, he knew too much this time.

This time, we didn't need to save or gain anything in order to get in. It was more like simply "walking around" or "understanding" was our goal. Not mentioning the group of people surrounding Uncle Zhang, Song Ping and I knew quite a bit.

According to what Old Song and Old Li said, they had already started investigating this kind of disgraceful tomb or palace in their time, which showed that it was extremely important. We should be the next generation, the successor.

I had already guessed at Uncle Zhang's identity, as well as that weird expression of "archaeology" and that "we are in this line of work" from Old Song, which made me think of a noun.

Tomb robber.

I only thought about it, if it's true, then when Elder Li first entered the hall, that disdain could be explained very well. Archaeology against grave robbers, disdainful anger that is simply natural.

Especially in their time. In comparison, I was still restrained by Old Song.

Eccentric Song's job was to drive corpses away. Normally, he would only be in charge of that area on the ground, but based on his familiarity with the ground and his agility in dealing with all sorts of strange things, it was most likely related to the first three words.

But if the state caught a grave robber, he would be shot on one side, or at least sentenced to life imprisonment. In the end, this was just an idea, so he didn't know what kind of scene it was.

Song and Ping got a phone call and went out. After a while, his father came over.

Song Ping's father, Professor Song of the Song Family!