Chapter 18: Fell

I said, "Can't you hold on for a few more days?"

The fat man said, "I have calculated that we can eat for two days for the rest of the food, which is barely enough for us to find a hole all the way, but now with a little brother, we have no other way. Even if we can reach the ground safely, we must starve through the rainforest. Now the water has been almost over, and the swamp must have been exposed. It must be an extremely arduous process to pass through. If you persist, we will start starving tomorrow. If you starve for two days, you will not have the strength to go out again. We will die here."

I looked at the hole, shook my head and said, "No, we can't leave her alone."

The fat man patted me and said, "I know you are a soft-hearted person. I have already thought about it. Let's leave everything we can eat. When we go out, we will have some supplements if we can go back to that camp. Let's tell you the truth. In every resting place, I buried a pack of compressed biscuits before leaving. As long as we walk the right way, we can still go out. I see that my elder sister is so tired. Instead of waiting for her to come out and see us fainting when we are hungry, this method is better. Moreover, this meteorite is so evil, I see--"

I knew what the fat man wanted to say, and waved his hand and found that although the fat man said this slowly, he said something firm and had almost nothing to refute. It is conceivable that he had been holding back and not saying it out.

"And, even if you are willing to die, the little brother may not be willing. You will be able to save at least one."

I looked at the Mujiu Bottle and immediately compromised. Yes, I kept thinking that no one could be left alone, and in the end, even Mujiu Bottle might be killed by me, and the fat man's method really makes sense. I thought to myself, this might be the only way to make us all survive. Looking at the hole, I sighed, and then asked him, "But how should we go back now?"

The fat man said: "We will walk back the same way and walk along the river wall. We will definitely find another outlet and return to the water storage project. Then we will definitely find the exit."

"What if not?"

"I can't care so much now." Seeing that I agreed, the fat man was overjoyed and said, he immediately started to clean up. "I can only leave it to fate, but there should be, otherwise the black man would have come back long ago."

The fat man moved very quickly. An hour later, we packed up our equipment, left all our dry food, wrote notes, and then he urged me to start returning the same way.

I was still a little unable to give up. I glanced at the hole a few times, shouted a few times, and then turned to leave.

The oil bottle was in a daze and we supported him and soon returned to the place where the pottery was full of pottery. At this time, I was wondering which direction the Heixiazi and the others were heading. Suddenly, the fat man stopped and shone the mine lamp into the water. I found that there was a deep pit that had not been seen before in this place full of pottery.

It's the same deep pit we saw before, but we can be sure that we didn't have this pit when we came, and it seemed to be arched out by something.

I felt something was wrong and urged the fat man to leave quickly, but the fat man stopped leaving at this time. I asked him what he did, and he said, "You didn't see what was flashing on the wall of this pit just now?"

"What is it?" I asked.

"I don't know, right by the pit." The fat man looked at me and suddenly said to me, "If you don't leave, there may be good things. I have to go down and take a look. How many minutes will you wait for me?"

I was so angry that I was so angry that I was the only one now. He didn't listen to me and asked me to hold the oil bottle and go into the water to search. I had no choice but to make him hurry up.

However, this is not easy. Most of the tiles are buried under the fragments and searched in the pottery. It is not like in the sea, where the sand is relatively soft. The pottery here is sharp on the one hand, and on the other hand, it is at the entrance of the pit. The pottery slid down into the pit, and it is difficult for people to maintain balance. The surface is good, so it is very difficult to dig out a few pieces and dig deeper. Sometimes when you see a piece of pottery that you want to open, it just can't be picked up, as if it's growing inside.

After digging a few times, the fat man seemed to have found the target. After floating on the water to ventilate, he dived down again. He inserted his hand into the excavated pottery pit and broke it out. Before he could break it twice, the fat man suddenly shivered and shrank his hand back, and blood flowed from his hands.

"Oh no!" I cried in secret, thinking that it wasn't that the king had bitten it. But I saw that the fat man showed no sign of poisoning, but the wound seemed to be quite deep. He took a sip with his mouth, changed hands and broke it hard, pulled out the bone, and then floated up.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Damn it, there seems to be thorns in this bone, which hurts me so much." The fat man sucked his fingers and shook the skull he caught and asked me to shine the mine lamp.

I muttered, "Look, do your own evil." I walked over to light him. As soon as I walked to him, I suddenly heard a series of dull "gurgling" sounds under me, and then a series of bubbles emerged.

The fat man and I were both stunned for a moment. The bubbles stopped for a while, and a series of "gulu" emerged.

"Damn, it's really bad for people not to convince others. You're so fart that you're catching up with the rocket launcher, and you're still firing continuously. The noise is too big." The fat man covered his nose and said.

I was also puzzled and looked around and said, "Go to you, I didn't fart."

"Why is it so smelly if you don't fart? What does it smell like? You have to death with your feces." The fat man frowned.

There was indeed a stinking smell around me, but I was shocked when I smelled it. It was indeed not a fart. Although I couldn't remember what it smelled, I subconsciously felt something was wrong, and it seemed that something was going to happen. Just as I was about to leave quickly, I suddenly lost my balance. When the water splash exploded, it seemed like I had stepped on the air, and my whole body sank into the water.

That was extremely sudden, and almost instantly my feet became empty. My first reaction was that I slipped and I immediately tried to stand firm again, but then blisters appeared under the water. The pottery slices under my feet moved and slipped straight to one place, and I couldn't stand firmly at all.

I was shocked and immediately realized something. I quickly shrank my legs and turned over and dived under the water. The fat man also dived down and we plunged into the water.

When I swept through the mine lamp, I saw that the water bottom under my feet collapsed. A big pit collapsed from the bottom of the water, connected to the pit on the edge, forming a very large deep hole. All the bones around me slid towards the bottom of the pit. When I looked back, I saw that the oil bottle was pulled into the bottom of the pit along the collapse, and my feet were wrapped tightly in the pottery and couldn't be pulled out. It seemed that something was grabbing his feet and pulling it down, trying to drag him into the bottom of the pit.

I didn't care about the oil bottle just now. In fact, he has always taken care of us. We are not used to taking care of him. Seeing his legs stuck in pieces, they have already wrapped around his thighs, obviously they were wrapped in the moment when they collapsed. He did not give any feedback, and he let himself sink along the tiles.

As they were about to be wrapped in the pit, the fat man and I quickly went over to help, and each of us pulled one of his hands and pulled it up. The fat man couldn't use his strength with one hand, so he bit the mine lamp and used both hands. The two of us kicked the water hard and pulled him out.

If he is alone, he will die. If there are two or three people here, it will not be a big accident. The oil bottle was lifted up and he started to cough.

The fat man said, "I said your fart is amazing, it has broken the bottom of the water. Remember to say hello before farting in the future, so as not to hurt others by mistake."

I gasped and cursed, "I'm still trying to fight you later."

"Look at you, you are not humble at all!" The fat man used a mine lamp to shine on the bottom of the water. The collapse below slowly expanded, but some of it stopped. Soon a hole about half a basketball court appeared in front of us. It was dark and sweet, like a big mouth that wanted to swallow us. From time to time, bubbles emerged from below, and a foul stench filled the surroundings.

I remember that this is the odor of biogas. This hole must have existed. Maybe something like a wooden beam was added to it before, and it still maintained a fragile balance after decay. When there is no external force, this balance can last for thousands of years, but once there is any damage, the wooden beam will collapse. The collapsed pit may have been caused by the broken wooden beam, and the fat man dug tiles on the edge, which caused a chain reaction.

"Damn it," said the fat man, "Why do you seem to be empty below?"

The bottom should not be deep, but the water was stirred and turbid, and the bottom was not visible. I said, "This may be a layer of ghost-proof can I used to build before." Seeing him walking to the edge again, he said, "Be careful, I was still strong just now, but suddenly it collapsed. The bottom of this place may be empty. Now I have stepped on it. Don't have a chain reaction later, and we will be completely finished when we form a vortex."

"As long as you don't fart, it's okay." The fat man said, "Hey, what is this?"

I looked along his flashlight and saw something floating up in the deep pit.

"Stay away." The fat man reminded me, and I pulled the oil bottle and retreated a little further, and the fat man focused the mine light on that thing.

Those things came up very quickly and soon emerged from the hole. At this time, we could see clearly that they were all rotten wood and branches, and there were a lot of wool-like garbage that could not be distinguished.

These should be precipitates pressed into the silt below, stirred up by the falling pottery pieces, and followed by a large amount of turbid water. For a time, the visibility near the hole became worse and worse.

The fat man picked up a few branches, all of which were wrapped around the garbage, and made the stinky mud in his hand. He threw it away from him and said, "Fuck, we have turned out the old mud foundation of this mud bubble. It's so stinky! Isn't this the cesspool of the past?"

I said, "Your family has only used such a large cesspool. If you shit in this cesspool, you may lose your life if your feet slip. Can you pull it out?"

The fat man is so good at twitching. If this is a cesspool, then shit is even more nervous than bungee jumping. I don’t even dare to use elephants. The ancestors of the Queen Mother Kingdom of the West would not torture themselves like this, right?

"Maybe this is because the Queen wants to cultivate their people's concept of being safe in peace and keeping them alert when shit." The fat man said seriously.

I know the fat man is joking, but I can't laugh at all because the surroundings are so smelly. These must be the smell accumulated after the human head rots.
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