Daomu Biji

Chapter 49 The only exit

The tomb passage sloped downwards, and the angle became increasingly steep. We shined our flashlights straight down, and there was no sign of the end. There was always deep darkness at the end.

I got a little panicked. We had gone a long way down and had penetrated deep into the interior of Changbai Mountain. If we kept going like this, where would we go? The center of the earth?

But even to the center of the earth, we must go down, because the guide symbols left by the oil bottle clearly indicate to us that he is walking in this direction. Every step we take is closer to the truth.

The fat man said to me: "Xiao Wu, have you noticed that it's a little warm in this tomb passage."

I nodded and said, "Perhaps our destination is close to the stratigraphic activity area of ​​the volcano. There is lava or hot spring activity there, and the temperature will gradually rise. Where did Wang Zanghai dig out back then?"

No one could answer the question, none of them spoke.

After advancing for a while, the fat man suddenly turned back and asked me: "Tell me honestly, what is the special relationship between you and that little brother?"

I choked at the fat man's question and didn't know how to answer. Then I thought that I had misunderstood it. What he asked about was not the kind of relationship I thought.

The series of things just happened so fast that I actually didn't react at all. Now that I think about it, Fatty didn't know that my blood had the same phenomenon as Lao Menbao's blood in Qinling. It was his first time. How can I not be surprised when I see it, but I am afraid that in order not to show off my shortcomings in front of Aning, I didn’t ask at the time. Now that there are only two of us, he will naturally ask, but with his character, let him It is impossible to ask seriously. What he asked: My relationship with Menyou Ping was probably because he was wondering why my blood could also "repellent insects."

According to Master Liang, the strange ability of my blood should be related to eating the unicorn blood from smoked corpses, but I really can’t remember whether I have eaten this kind of thing, and I don’t know anything about unicorn blood, so I can’t give a definite answer. He, and I was also surprised just now. Even if the behavior is completely unconscious, we cannot simply conclude that it is my blood that is at work.

Seeing that I didn't answer, the fat man thought that I agreed with his idea and said, "Maybe he is your long-lost brother or younger brother, a cousin, or the illegitimate son of your father. Your family has inherited this special kind of ability. "

I scolded: "Don't talk nonsense. My father is my only son. If he is an illegitimate child, there will really be no man in the world whom I can rely on. "

The fat man still thought there must be something fishy in it. I really didn’t want to discuss this with him, so I changed the subject.

Been gone for a long time. The tomb passage finally reached the end. When I walked out of the tomb passage, a warm breeze suddenly blew in, which refreshed my spirit. I quickly turned on my flashlight and looked around, and found that this was a gallery built on a cliff, just like the sacrificial platform of the fake spiritual palace we saw in the ice dome when we came here. The floor under my feet was made of pillars. Elevated on the cliff, there is a huge black cauldron standing in the middle of the corridor. One leg of the cauldron has sunk into the stone floor, showing a posture about to topple over. Obviously we have to be careful when walking on this platform. The stones underneath are all aging.

The edges of the platform were cliffs, and it was pitch black above, with no view of the top of the platform.

The fat man complained: "Why... it's over again, there is no way to go, and there is still no coffin. Where is this Wannu King hiding?"

I said: "This is not the strangest thing.

We followed the little brother's mark and there were very obvious clues along the way. But look. There's no one here, right? These people found out that this was a dead end, so they all went back? Or..." I looked to the side of the darkness, "Fly away? "

The fat man said: "Maybe you can go down the cliff here." He took out a flare gun, loaded it with a flare, and fired one forward.

We walked to the edge of the corridor, and the signal bomb suddenly burned high in the sky. In this extremely dark space, it was like a small sun, illuminating the scene in front of us.

Through the magnesium light of the flare, I saw that this place was actually a huge crack in the mountain. The corridor we were on was built on the cliff on one side of the crack, and more than 200 meters opposite us was the cliff on the other side of the huge crack, far away. Relatively speaking, it feels like you are on a cliff in a huge rift valley in Africa. We all couldn't help but exclaimed.

The signal bomb gradually descended and landed under the corridor, illuminating the scene below us. Another shocking scene appeared in front of us. We saw the darkness below in the bottomless rift valley, and countless bowl-shaped holes. Bronze chains spanned both sides, connecting the rift valley together.

With this light source falling to the ground, from just twenty meters below the corridor, to the depths of a chaotic rift valley, I don't know how many such chains are placed there. It is almost impossible to see sparse places, and in the depths There are many things hanging densely on the chains, like many bells, but they are too far away to see clearly.

At this time, the fat man found a rock climbing rope at one end of the corridor and hung it from one end of the platform to the nearest bronze chain below. It's tied there.

The fat man frowned and said, "That's terrible, but the little brother persisted. It seems that he climbed down. Do we have to follow suit and imitate the monkey?"

I said: "Looking at the density of the chains below, it must not be difficult to climb, but where exactly is this place? Why is there such a strange setting? Could it be that King Wannu's coffin is under this rift valley? Have you ever Have you ever thought about how they could transport that huge coffin?"

The fat man said: "It's really possible, but the ancients always had their own ingenious methods. Should we go up and notify those foreigners, or go down first."

I said: "We don't know if we can come up after we go down. We don't have to be their trail dogs and call them down. Their equipment and technology are better than ours, and there are still benefits. Besides, Pan Zi is still up there." , Anyway, Third Uncle has already found it, so just spend a little more time."

The fat man thought of Kirk's muscles, and agreed with me, and we returned from the original route. Because I knew the road was quite long, I unknowingly sped up as I walked.

Aning and the others had been waiting impatiently for a long time. They thought something had happened to us. They were relieved when they saw us back. I took the water from Pan Zi, took a sip, and told me what I saw. .

I heard there was a bronze chain across the bottom. Aning quickly took out the photos she took from the undersea tomb and pointed to one of them. On the mural in the photo, many Eastern Xia warriors were climbing on a cliff with bows and arrows on their backs. In the background, There are countless things similar to chains, obviously depicting the situation when the Eastern Xia people explored the giant underground rift valley.

I said, "It seems. Those chains were not set up by the Dongxia people. They should have been curious at the time about what was going on with these chains blocking the bottom of the rift valley. "

The fat man said: "Could these iron chains be some kind of defensive measure for the ancestors who built this place? To prevent something below from climbing up? For example, the giant black soft things depicted in the murals. "

I nodded and said, "It's possible." Then I asked Aning: "Which mural is this? What's the next one?"

Aning said: "According to the general rules of describing murals, this should be the last sixth mural. There are five more murals after that, in order..."

Aning spread out the last five photos. I saw the mural in the last photo. It showed many Eastern Xia warriors setting up bows and shooting arrows. It seemed that there was a fierce battle, but there was no enemy visible on the mural. , I don’t know what they are fighting. I thought of that strange bird whose figure could not be seen while flying in the air, and my heart tightened. I wonder if there is such a thing down there?

The next picture shows many evil spirits emerging from the rocks.

There doesn’t seem to be much plot connection between the murals and the murals, but they seem to give people endless associations, and it feels like a stream of consciousness.

Aning asked me: "Did you see something fishy again? Wu Chaoren?"

I laughed at myself: "It's not that I saw anything. Look, behind the mural of climbing the cliff is a scene of battle. I feel that this may be telling us. What will we encounter after going down to the rift valley? It's dangerous, and those who have weapons should have their weapons ready."

I don’t want Aning to know that I have two copper fishes in my hands. There are many things that I cannot explain clearly.

Several people regarded me as the spiritual leader, and whatever I said was what I said. Kirk quickly picked up his M16 and made a gesture of wrapping it around him. We packed up our bags and walked towards the tomb passage that penetrated deep into Changbai Mountain.

I followed the team at the end to see how my third uncle was doing, but he was still unconscious. I didn’t know what terrible things he saw here. Pan Zi reassured me. He said that even if he had to crawl, he would still be able to do it. I have to crawl with my third uncle and drag him out of this hellish place.

Walking in the tomb passage, looking at the nervous people in front of me, I also had a strange feeling in my heart. In the absence of Chen Pi's Fourth and Third Uncle, I had to act as the leader of these people. This feeling is There is an inexplicable pleasure that I have never felt before, but are my thoughts and decisions really correct? Could it be that I am pushing all these people to death? Thinking of this, I felt myself hesitant again.

Soon everyone came to the Langtai. Fatty fired another signal flare to let everyone see the spectacular scenery around the rift valley. Pan Zi and I took out the ropes and prepared to climb down. It still looked like an extreme place. It was a risky decision, but our way out was completely blocked and there was no other choice.

I don’t know what is going on below, and people like Aning are not good people either. After I untied all the ropes, I pulled the fat man over and told him to be careful. Now we are all in trouble, and everyone looks very nervous. Cooperate, once you get down there and you have an idea of ​​a way out, be careful of that stinky woman turning her back on you.

The fat man patted my shoulder and gave me a look, which meant that he had already reserved a hand. Afraid that I would be worried, he pulled open a corner of his clothes and showed me that he had the remaining ten detonators tied around his waist.

We tested it and found that the rope of the oil bottle was very strong. Pan Zi was still the pioneer and climbed down first. After getting down to the chain, he hung his body like a horizontal bar athlete and easily He jumped onto another chain below and repeated this five or six times. He had already gone down more than ten meters and gave me an OK sign.

Aning's equipment was much better than ours. Kirk put on a divergent guidance headlight and turned himself into a moving light bulb. The second one climbed down. Using Kirk's head as a guide, we climbed up one after another. Go down the corridor and come to the suspended chain world.

The feeling is not very strong on the platform, but it seems that on the chain, the wind blowing from the valley bottom is particularly strong. When I stand on the chain, I feel like I am pulling the sail on a sailboat. The ship is moving, and the sail is also moving. Very flustered.

However, the density of the chains is quite high, and climbing is still very convenient. Regardless of the original purpose of setting the bronze chains here, it gives people like us a convenient ladder anyway. After crawling for a long time, I became proficient in various movements and mastered some tricks. It felt like Spider-Man was reincarnated.

Like spiders, more than a dozen people descended slowly. Nothing unexpected happened along the way. The strength of the chains also amazed us. Four hours later, the corridor above our heads had become very small, and we entered the rift valley. We are deep beyond the reach of the eyes above. Those bronze chains that couldn't be seen clearly from above, hanging like giant bells, appeared in my field of vision.

To be cautious, I blew the bat whistle, causing Kirk and Pan Zi at the bottom to stop and use Aning's night vision binoculars to look down. In the faint green field of vision, I saw those hanging The things on the chains turned out to be dead people hanging somewhere. A black hair-like thread extended from the back of their necks and hung on the chains. Looking at the number, the chains underneath are so densely packed that they are almost impossible to count.

Wang Zanghai's Arowana secret text revealed that the strange human-headed bird we encountered, which cannot be seen when flying in the air and only appears when it lands, likes to hang its prey on branches to dry. Backup, there are so many corpses here, could it be their lair down there?

No wonder Menyouping told us not to go down, but we have no other way to go now. If we don’t go down and give it a try, will we die the same way? I suppressed the fear in my heart, made a gesture to alert everyone, and continued downward.

We have come this far, even if it is hell below, we have to go down hard.