Chapter 3 Sign

As soon as Uncle San said just now, I couldn't react a little. Maybe it showed it on his face, but I still have the ability to adapt and immediately said, "This smell is too bad."

Uncle San thought for a while and said, "You can't stay, you must not be dispersed. Tell them to come down first, and then we will find a place to think about that fat man."

"Okay." He said, "The third master came out to help me. This guy is a big part."

I nodded and said, "I'll come after I'll finish talking." Then I looked out at the black glasses.

Uncle San and I looked at each other, and saw that Uncle San's expression was also very strange. I thought I didn't expect that things would reach this level. It seemed that Uncle San was really not easy.

To be honest, I have a good impression of black glasses. Although this person seems a little crazy, it seems that I know too little about the things in the world.

Uncle San continued softly: "Don't argue with me. I really can't take care of you when you come with me this time. You have to be careful. I'm really angry with you. If we can go out, I will definitely go to your father to sue you."

I saw his expression and knew that he was not joking, so I nodded. He said hurriedly: "I'll tell you a long story short. Remember, these people are all tough characters in Changsha, and only these people dare to hold such lamas. This black glasses are a bannerman, and I don't know the name. They all call him Hei Zaizi on the way. He is a group of people. The other group is the one who is called mop. This group of people used to be scattered and outlaws. You have to be particularly careful about this group of people. Don't treat it as my former friend, and don't say anything."

I continued to nod and Uncle San looked outside. At this time, Hei Xiazi called out a few times, and Uncle San patted me and asked me to pay attention.

So I stopped talking and followed Hei Xiazi out. At this time, I hadn't completely reacted. While helping, I thought about it before I truly realized the troublesomeness of the matter. Uncle San wanted to talk to me alone, and it was obvious that this group of people was already on guard. It might be that something had happened before.

I don’t understand the things in the world at all, and I can’t think too much about it at this time. I have to try my best to pretend to be as good as before, and I can only wait and see what I have changed.

The fat man tied it with a "mop". The two were not easy to control. After pulling it in, the urine smell on both of them was ridiculously strong and almost disgusting. Then, the people above came down one by one.

The mop was still very polite. He cursed Changsha a few times and nodded and smiled at me. The third master was very short. But when I heard it, I felt that it was very different from what I had just been on it. Looking at these people, I felt that the expressions were a bit fake. I don’t know if it was a psychological effect or it really had this meaning.

I pretended to be unable to hear at all, and then I became concerned and didn't have the heart to think about what happened to the Duoyou Bottle.

Four or five hours later, everyone went down to the lower shaft, sorted out the equipment, and found two people to carry the fat man. We began to follow the mark of the oil bottle and go deep into the shaft.

Uncle San gave me a short-headed double-tube hunting rifle, double-tube flat-type. This is the gun I used to shoot UFOs, the same model, but it was a little lighter, two shots at a time, and used lead shots. This should be the highest-end weapon that Uncle San could get. We also used this kind of thing in the Seven Star Lu Palace. At that time, I bought it from the black market, and it seemed like it cost more than 5,000 yuan per piece.

This thing can only play a hindrance and deterrent role in fighting large animals, but it should be quite convenient to hit a cockscoon snake, and it can sweep a large area at a time. I thought to myself, why didn’t Pan Zi bring one? He even used his short rifle to be out of date.

When Pan Zi thought of him, he was very worried. He didn't know how he was now. He should be safer than here in that temple, but if he had another fever, it would be really bad. If he was there, Uncle San wouldn't have to worry so much.

I reminded the reliefs that Uncle San had seen before that the function of these tunnels in addition to storing water was to raise those cockscombs and poisonous snakes. I came from the rainforest and didn't see too many cockscombs and snakes. I just saw them several times. Obviously, the territory of these snakes is in these tunnels, so we must be more careful.

Uncle San said that these snakes are hard to guard against, and it is useless to be more careful.

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

It is impossible to speculate that because there is sufficient rainfall in Shandong, such a complex underground water storage system does not need. Otherwise, when there is heavy rain for a while, the stored water may be flooded. This place should be just a simple similarity.

Less than five hundred steps, the shaft branch appeared. Uncle San shone with a mine lamp, one by one, and the other was facing down. The one that was facing upward should be the upstream shaft. The water came down from above, and then flowed to the downward road. We searched nearby and immediately saw the mark of the oil bottle on the shaft below.

Uncle San couldn't hide his excited expression, but now I could see that his excitement was a bit fake, and I had to pretend to be very nervous. He waved his hand and continued to move forward without hesitation.

It is extremely boring to move on this kind of shaft. It is surrounded by stone bricks, without any relief or humanistic things, and only simple stones. The well walls with the spots of the mine lamps shaking, without any change for a long time.

The first section took three hours, and one fork after another, and saw many marks left by the oil bottle. The process was very boring and I won't go into details. I passed through many reservoirs. The only thing that made me feel interesting was that I found that as our height decreased, these reservoirs were larger than the other, and there was no sound around, and it seemed that there was no snake at all here.

This is somewhat beyond our expectations, and I can also say that I am a little grateful, but I always feel something is wrong. It seems that something is hidden under this silence.

To put it short, we walked until night, and our tight nerves finally began to relax. We could only rest in the shaft lined up and lit several fires. During the meal, the fat man woke up for the first time.

Uncle San gave him an injection and gave him food. I asked him what happened, but he still had no strength to speak. He only said a few words and fell asleep soon after.

But my heart was already relaxed. The snake venom was not seriously injured. If he could wake up, it means he was not seriously injured. Sure enough, when he woke up the next morning, his face had recovered. Although he could not walk, he could stand up when he was supported. Looking around, he asked me weakly what was going on.

I said, you have to thank me this time. It is rare that I will never give up. I almost tormented me to death before I saved you. How did you thank me for your new birth this time?

The fat man could do something, so he asked someone to smoke and said with a look of shit, "Damn, Fat, I have saved you so many times, you can save me once and come here again. I told you that this time it doesn't count." Then he asked me where this place was.

As soon as I mentioned the situation later, he didn't say anything after hearing it. I asked him what happened to him in the end?

He said that they ran away as they chased after him. He couldn't catch up with the guy's speed at all. Later, he heard the sound of the snake. He thought as I thought that Uncle San's man was still alive, but he was not as reckless as me. He sneaked over, but he pulled away the grass and was bitten by the snake.

This is exactly what I thought about. He said, the guy might have to be hit, his mother's snakes are too evil. God bless him to be smarter than us.

Uncle San was quite happy to see the fat man, so he handed him a cigarette. I think it was probably because the fat man was finally his own person. But when the fat man saw the third uncle, he was very depressed and said, "San Master, look at the lama, you have to pay me more money when you go back, otherwise I won't do it."

After saying that, the other people also agreed with him and joked. It seemed that the atmosphere was not at all problematic. No one seemed to notice the bitterness of Uncle Third's smile.

The fat man recovered very quickly. I asked him to drink more water. The first time his urine was dark. Slowly, his urine began to clear up. His physique was indeed good, and his face became more and more rosy. When we were about to set off, he could basically stand up and act on his own.

I helped him continue to set off, and went deeper as yesterday, one reservoir and one reservoir were underground. We found that the water storage system should be in a net-shaped bag, and the more it went down, the simpler the structure, but the larger the shaft and reservoir were.

Finally, we stopped in the sixth reservoir. The reservoir was so large that it was extremely large. In the center of the reservoir, a stone pillar of three people hugged him to prevent it from collapse. The entire reservoir was dry, and the distance was as big as half a football field.

The fat man no longer needs my support, but his physical strength has not fully recovered. He panted and sweated all over his body after sitting down.

We stopped because of rest. We walked in the shafts as if we were walking on the sunny beaches than marching in the rainforest. We were not tired at all. And when we arrived at this reservoir, we found that we were covered with dry tree roots, almost covering the entire reservoir. The diversion shaft entrances were covered in the tree roots, and the strange-shaped fungi were grown on it, and we could not find a way to continue our journey.

I wonder, we are now deep below the ground, why do these roots grow here? Are there trees with such a long root system in the world?

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

I looked closer and found that the myceliums were very similar to the roots of the tree, but they were very soft, and were covered with black hair, which was close to the well wall, and looked very unpalatable.

As we searched, someone screamed and fell to the ground. We immediately took the gun and aimed at him. After he cut off a piece of mycelium, a stone carving face appeared on the well wall behind the mycelium.

I knew what it was at a glance, and immediately laughed revengefully to retaliately and laughed at me for being scared by the dummy. They looked at me for no reason, and I picked up the gravel on the ground and threw it over. The moth that formed the human face was flew away.

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

These moths may have flew into the shaft by chance, and there may be snake sheds here to attract them. I told them, be careful, there may be snakes nearby. I went to the place where the moths gathered in their faces to search. Sure enough, I saw a large piece of white sack-like thing in the dense tree roots. But what surprised me was that there were not many white snake sheds, but seemed to be a whole.

I picked up the snake shed with a hunting rifle and found that it was a big snake, as thick as a bucket, and I could see that the snake shed had double-layer scales.

When the third uncle came over and touched the mucus in one hand, his face turned pale and he shouted, "Hey, he picked up the gun. This thing is fresh, and the skin has just been shedded!" He urged the people who were looking for the entrance of the Jingdao to hurry up, this place cannot be stayed for a long time.

I immediately went over to help, cut the mycelium with a knife, cut it off and then pulled it off, and then used a mine lamp to illuminate the hole in the shaft. According to our experience, the oil bottle will carve the marks near that place.

After working hard for a long time, I couldn't find it. People became a little impatient. Almost all the slightly shortest shaft entrances were found, leaving only some on the top of the reservoir. I thought to myself that this time it should be opened on top, there was no slope on it, almost vertical, and I had to climb up the gap in the well wall.

There is a thin little man here who is the best in his skills and climbed up unavoidably. We used a flashlight to help him illuminate it, watching him grab the gap in the boulder with one hand, and cut off the mycelium with a machete, then grabbed the gap like a rock climber, twisted his body and hanged over it.

I thought to myself that I couldn't do it like him. I found it later, how could I get in?
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