Daomu Biji

The Mark of Chapter 3 of Returning from the Mysterious Sea

I shook my head, my mind was as messed up as boiling mud: "I don't understand, what do you mean he left last time, he came here?"

The third uncle touched the symbols and said, "Yes, I have seen this mark more than once in this ruins. They are everywhere. I just followed these marks and walked through the rainforest as quickly as possible and arrived at The camp you found. But at the time, I wasn’t sure that the mark was left by this guy. Now that it’s confirmed that the handwriting is the same, it’s correct. This guy must have been here before, and it’s still a little old.”

"But, what is going on?" I was speechless for a moment and wanted to ask a question, but I didn't know how to ask it at all.

I am a person who recognizes rubbings, and I am extremely sensitive to handwriting, especially engraved handwriting, so I can be sure that this symbol was indeed carved from a stuffy oil bottle. However, the stone on it is not deceptive. It was indeed not carved recently. From this point of view, the only explanation is that Menyouping has been here.

Was it what happened before he lost his memory? Could it be that he was also on the expedition team of Wen Jin and Huo Ling?

Impossible, he completely lost his memory when he was in Xisha.

"I don't know yet, but I told you, this little brother is not simple. Obviously his past is unfathomable, and there is a reason for everything he does." The third uncle said, "But, I Guess if we just follow the mark, we'll know where he ended up and maybe find a way out."

I feel like my brain can't think, but I really know nothing about Menyou Ping's past. If he has really been here, it's completely feasible in terms of time. But then I saw the third uncle's eyes when he said this. Wearing black glasses to go out.

I asked him what was wrong, and he made a gesture to tell me not to speak. He watched the black glasses go out, then lowered his voice and said to me: "I'm really pissed off by you. You really shouldn't come with me this time."

I was stunned for a moment when I saw that he suddenly changed the subject and spoke so softly, as if he was shying away from wearing black glasses.

The third uncle continued to say hastily: "You really don't know how to read Feng Shui. Your third uncle and I are no longer what they used to be. This time, the guys are all your third uncle. I called them from the road temporarily. On the surface, these people are called I call you Third Master. In fact, you don’t listen to me at all. You can only provide support and prevent them from betraying you. I am overwhelmed by everyone. You are not seeking death by following me."

I immediately understood why the third uncle's expression was so helpless just now. Pan Zi had told me about these situations, but he didn't expect the matter to be so serious. He immediately said softly: "I can't help it, just call me..."

Not finished yet,

The third uncle immediately winked at me. I looked back and saw that the black eyes had returned. He asked the black glasses: "How is it?"

"Come down, I asked them to send the equipment down first." Black Glasses grinned, "They asked what to do with that fat guy, or leave that fat guy up there and find someone to take care of him? It's not realistic to take him away... Mistress Master, you don’t look very good.”

When the third uncle said it just now, I couldn't react. Maybe it showed on my face, but I still have the ability to adapt. I immediately said: "This smell is too unpleasant."

The third uncle thought for a while and said: "We can't stay, we absolutely can't disperse. Tell them all to come down first, and then we can find a place to think about the fat man."

"Yes." He said, "Then the mistress comes out to help. This guy is a big part."

I nodded and said, "I'll be here as soon as I finish talking." I looked at the black glasses and went out.

My third uncle and I looked at each other and saw that his expression was also very strange. We said to ourselves that we really didn’t expect things to reach this level. It seemed that it was really not easy for our third uncle.

To be honest, I have a good impression of Black Glasses. Although this person seems to be a bit crazy, it seems that I know too little about things in this world.

The third uncle continued softly: "Don't argue with me. I really can't take care of you this time. You have to be careful. I'm really mad at you. If we can go out, I will definitely come to your father's house." I will sue you severely there."

I knew from his expression that he was not joking, so I nodded. He said hurriedly: "I'll make a long story short. Remember, these people are all ruthless people in Changsha. Only these people dare to attack this kind of lama. This black glasses man is a banner man. I don't know his name. He is called him on the road." Black blind man, he is one group. The other group is the guy called the mop leader. These people used to be thieves and desperadoes. You must be especially careful with this group of people. Don’t think of them as my former buddies. Don’t say anything.”

I continued to nod, and the third uncle looked outside. At this time, the blind man screamed a few times, and the third uncle patted me to tell me to pay attention.

So I stopped talking and followed the blind man out. In fact, I hadn't fully reacted at this time. I was helping and thinking about it before I really realized how troublesome the matter was. The third uncle wanted to talk to me alone and did this. Obviously, this group of people was already on guard. It might have been before. Something happened.

I don't understand anything about things in the world, and I can't think too much about it at this time. I can only try my best to pretend that I'm fine as before, and I can only wait and see what happens.

The fat man was tied to the "mop" and the two of them were difficult to control. After being pulled in, the smell of urine on the two men was so strong that it was almost nauseating. Then, the people above came down one by one.

Mop was still very polite. He cursed a few times in Changsha dialect, but nodded and smiled at me. My mistress is longer than my mistress. But when I listened to it, I felt it was very different from what I heard above. Looking at these people, I felt that their expressions were a bit fake. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or if it really had this meaning.

I just pretended that I couldn't hear it at all, and I got obsessed with it, and I didn't have the time to think about what happened with Menyoupin.

Four or five hours later, everyone went down to the lower shaft, sorted out their equipment, and found two people to carry the fat man. We began to follow the marks on the oil bottles and move deeper into the shaft.

My third uncle gave me a short-headed double-barreled tiger head shotgun, double-barrel flat type. This is the gun I used to shoot UFOs. It is the same model, but a little lighter. It shoots two rounds at a time and uses lead shot. This should be the most high-end weapon that Uncle San can get. We also use this kind of thing in Qixing Lu Palace. I bought it from the black market at that time, and it seemed to cost more than 5,000.

This thing can only act as a hindrance and deterrent when fighting large animals, but it should be quite convenient to fight a cockscomb snake, as it can sweep away a large area at a time. I thought to myself, why didn't Pan Zi bring one? It's really out of date to use a short rifle like his.

Thinking of Pan Zi, I am worried again. I don’t know how he is now. He should be safer in that temple than here, but if he gets a fever again, I am afraid it will be really bad. If he is here, the three of them will be safe. Uncle shouldn't need to worry so much.

I reminded my third uncle of the reliefs I had seen before. In addition to storing water, these tunnels were used to support cockscomb snakes. I came all the way from the rainforest and did not see too many cockscomb snakes, but only a few times. , obviously the territory of these snakes is in these tunnels, we must be more careful.

The third uncle said that these snakes were hard to guard against, and it would be useless to be more careful.

The tunnels are high and low, and the environment here makes me feel quite similar to the Lu Palace. Could it be that the embedded tunnels in the Western Zhou Dynasty at that time were not the embedded tunnels we thought at all, but the drainage shafts?

It is impossible to speculate, because there is sufficient rainfall in Shandong and there is no need for such a complicated underground water storage system. Otherwise, if it rains continuously for months, the stored water may flood out. It should be just a simple similarity here.

After walking less than 500 steps, the shaft bifurcated. Uncle San illuminated it with a miner's lamp. One was going up and the other was going down. The one going up should be the upstream shaft. The water came down from the top and then merged with this one. The stream flows downward. We searched nearby and immediately saw the mark of a stuffy oil bottle on the shaft below.

The third uncle couldn't hide his excitement, but I could see now that his excitement was a bit fake, so I had to pretend to be very nervous. Without hesitation, he waved and moved on.

Traveling in this kind of shaft is extremely boring. It is surrounded by stone bricks, without any reliefs or humanistic things. There are just simple stones. The light spots of the miner's lamp sway on the shaft wall, which has not changed at all for a long time.

The first section took three hours to walk, and I saw many marks left by oil bottles at one intersection after another. The process was very boring, so I won’t go into details. We passed many reservoirs, and the only thing that made me feel interesting was that as we lowered our height, each of these reservoirs became larger and larger. Moreover, there was no sound around, as if there were no snakes here at all.

This is somewhat beyond our expectations, and it can also be said that we are a little lucky. However, I always feel that something is not right. There seems to be something hidden under this quietness.

To make a long story short, everything was fine until the evening, and our tense nerves finally began to relax. We could only rest in a row in the shaft that day and lit several fires. During the meal, the fat man woke up for the first time.

The third uncle gave him a stabilizing injection and gave him something to eat. I asked him what happened, but he still didn't have the energy to speak. He only said a few words and quickly fell asleep again.

But I feel relieved. The snake venom was not a serious injury. If he can wake up, it means he is fine. Sure enough, when he woke up the next morning, his complexion had recovered somewhat. Although he could not move yet, he was able to stand up with someone's help. He looked around and asked me feebly what was going on.

I said you have to thank me this time. It's rare for me to not abandon or give up. I almost tortured me to death before I saved you. How can you thank me for this new life?

Fatty was a man who could do anything, so he asked someone for a cigarette and said with a stern look on his face: "Damn it, Fatty, I have saved you so many times, but you only saved me once and you still do this. I'm telling you, Even a tie this time doesn’t count.” Then he asked me where this place was.

I briefly explained what happened next, and he didn't say anything. I asked him what happened to Menyou Ping and him in the end.

He said that they ran away after each other. He couldn't catch up with the little brother at any speed. Then he heard the sound of a snake. He thought like me that the third uncle's people were still alive, but he didn't. I was so reckless and sneaked over, but I opened a bush of grass and was bitten by a snake.

This is exactly what I thought, he said, "I'm afraid that little brother will also be tricked, those snakes are too evil." God bless him for being smarter than both of us.

The third uncle was quite happy to see Fatty and handed him a cigarette. I think it was probably because Fatty was finally one of his own. But the fat man became very depressed when he saw Third Uncle, and said: "Third Master, you see, you are a lama, you have to give me more money when you go back, otherwise I won't do it."

After speaking, several other people also echoed him, chatting and joking. It seemed that there was no problem in the atmosphere at all, and no one seemed to notice the bitterness of the third uncle's smile.

The fat man recovered quickly. I asked him to drink more water. His urine was black for the first time, but gradually his urine began to clear. His physique is really good, and his face is getting more and more rosy. By the time we are about to set off, he can basically stand up and move on his own.

I helped him continue to set off, going deeper little by little like yesterday, going down one reservoir after another. We found that the water storage system should actually be in the shape of a net bag. The structure becomes simpler as we go down, but The shaft and reservoir are larger in size.

Finally, we stopped in the sixth reservoir. This reservoir was so big that there was a stone pillar in the center of the pond that three people could hold together to prevent it from collapsing. The entire reservoir is dry. From a visual inspection, it is as big as half a football field.

The fat man no longer needed my support, but his physical strength was still not fully restored. He was panting when he sat down and was covered in sweat.

It was not because we stopped to rest. Compared with marching in the rainforest, marching in the shaft felt like walking on a sunny beach, and we were not tired at all. And when we arrived at the reservoir, we found that it was full of dry tree roots, almost covering the entire reservoir. The entrances to the diversion shafts were all covered by tree roots, and they were covered with strange-shaped fungi. class, unable to find a way to move on.

I'm curious, we are now deep below the ground, why do these tree roots grow here? Are there any trees in the world with such long root systems?

The "mop" looked at it and said, these are not tree roots, but mycelium. This reservoir seems to be a good place to grow mushrooms. With that said, he asked his men to cut off these hyphae and look for the marks left by the stuffy oil bottle.

I looked closer and found that the hyphae were very similar to tree roots, but they were very soft and covered with black hairs. They clung to the well wall and looked unpalatable.

As we searched, someone screamed and fell to the ground. We immediately took aim at him with our guns. We immediately saw that after he cut off a piece of mycelium, a picture appeared on the well wall behind the mycelium. Stone carved human face.

I knew what it was as soon as I saw it, and I immediately laughed vindictively in retaliation for their mocking me for being scared by the dummy. They looked at me inexplicably, so I picked up the gravel on the ground and threw it over. The moths that made up the human face were frightened and flew up.

When the man saw it, he let out a sigh of relief, and everyone laughed.

The moths may have flown into the shaft by chance, and there may have been snake sloughs here to attract them. I told them, be careful, there might be snakes nearby. I went to the place where the moths gathered to look like faces, and sure enough, I saw a large white sack-like thing among the dense tree roots. But what surprised me was that there were not many snake sloughs in this white flower, but they seemed to be a whole.

I picked up the snake slough with a shotgun and found that it was a big snake, as thick as a bucket. I could see double-layered scales on the snake slough.

The third uncle came over and touched the mucus on his hand. His face turned pale and he shouted: "Hold up the damn gun for me, this thing is fresh, this skin has just been shed!" Urging to find the well People at the crossing, hurry up, you can't stay here for long.

I immediately went over to help. I used a knife to cut the mycelium, cut it off and then tore it off, and then used a miner's lamp to illuminate the opening of the shaft. According to our experience, the oil bottle will engrave a mark near that place.

After working for a long time, I couldn't find it, and I became a little impatient. I found almost all the slightly lower shaft entrances, except for some on the top of the reservoir. I thought to myself that this time we should not drive on top. There is no slope and it is almost vertical. We have to climb up through the gaps in the well wall.

There was a thin little man here who was the most skilled, so he climbed up without hesitation. We used flashlights to help him illuminate and watched him grab the gap in the boulder with one hand while using a machete to cut off the mycelium, then grab the gap like a rock climber, twist and hang.

I said in my heart that I can't do it if I want to be like him. How will I get in when I find him?

He explored several well entrances and said "here", and we breathed a sigh of relief. The third uncle asked him to tie the rope immediately, and we started to climb up one after another. After only three or four climbs, the little man above suddenly shouted again: "Third Master, no, there are them here too. There is more than one mark."