The mountains are silent.

Three years ago, I was a student in archaeology, lost in the mountains in field work and met three weirdos.

They’ve got two dirt guns, they’re staring at me, and they’re giving me a couple of shots.

I suddenly said, “You’re on the same team? I’m sorry.

“On the road?”

I unplugged my backpack and exposed all my archaeological equipment.

“Personal archaeologist. I said, “Lieutenant of the Golden School.” I’m sorry.

But those who catch the rain in the mountains, and those who wander in the mountains, are either geologists or grave robbers.

The three men I met were wearing rain capes and drumming in the back, looking like they were carrying a gun.

I panic, but I react fast.

I can’t dump a corpse here.

I lifted the waterproofing bag, which contained a split waterproofing lamp, a screwdriver, a folding shovel and a shovel.

I bet they can’t see the difference between archeology and grave theft.

The head man details me. He’s the oldest, mostly the boss.

“How dare you admit it in front of us? We’re archaeologists. I’m sorry.

And We called him a liar in our hearts, but We only said: Call the police. I’m sorry.

He looked at me with his little eyes, and I thought he was gonna show off, and he laughed:

“Beautiful! It’s Zhang’s grandson. No wonder the old man didn’t say anything. He had a granddaughter. He won’t come this time. Let his granddaughter take his place. Good. I’m sorry.

I happen to be Zhang, and now I’m not responding, I’m only acquiescing in membership of a group of grave robbers.

An archaeological undercover in a grave-throwing team is also a fishing law enforcement operation.

I’m not sure where I’m going to disappear, but I can’t even call the police.

The road was half an hour away, the rain was not stopped, and the whole mountain was in the fog.

All of a sudden, a thunderstorm hits our heads.

I’m one of them. Someone grabbed me in the back:

Want to run?

I’m in a hurry: “Run my ass.” I’m listening. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

Never heard of it? Grassy mud marks, thunderstorms, clues to the grave. You listen carefully. I’m sorry.

I just fell down, ears down. They surrounded me.

I said, “Ray and rain can observe earth move. If there are graves down there, the empties of the ground can resonate with different frequencies. I’m sorry.

It’s not a lie, but in the 1930s, a lot of things came from the best in the world.

And when one hears only the ear, one can tell which are the natural dissolved holes, and which are the artificial excavations.

The three grave robbers are staring at me like I’m some kind of civilian expert.

I’m in the middle of something, walking ahead, touching the ground from time to time.

Suddenly, I found some white dirt on my fingertips.

“The mush”? I’m sorry.

Look carefully on the ground, there are several footprints hidden between the grasses, with a little plaster and a little white ointment.

This is definitely not far from an archaeologist or a group of grave robbers.

I said, “Someone has come and gone to the grave, not long ago. I’m sorry.

A grave robber turned back and shouted, “Uncle Sun.”

“Don’t panic. The uncle returned to him with a knife and looked at me again.

I put his eyes on him like he saw something.

I was thinking fast.

Where would there be two grave robbers who would do it at the same time?

And he said, “They have the best family in Zhang.” Let Zhang girl do it. The drum, the pie, you two go back and learn from the girl. I’m sorry.

Suddenly it kicked me in the head.

I swear in my heart. Don’t say a word yet.

I’ve only cleared the pits, and I’ve had no experience in finding the grave.

The search for dragons means looking for the head, looking for the eye and looking at the sun.

I know a few words about winding water, I can help people to see a room, but that’s just hard.

I pointed to the mountain bag behind the lake, and I threw out a sentence:

“The search for dragons must be seen in the mountains. I’m sorry.

Nod the drums and the pies and Uncle Sun won’t talk.

I’m losing my mind. Uncle Sun seems to be a big man.

“Let’s look first. I’m sorry.

I’ll point my toes down. This is kind of weird.

And on each side is a tree over-grained, except a little weed. The rain went up, and it slipped away, and it didn’t get in.

I’ve got two pies, I’ve got a hard-on, and I’ve got a section on the stick.

Some masters can find burials with a sticky hand. I’m not a master, but what’s the difference between archaeology and grave theft? A hundred years of archaeology, a thousand years of grave theft, the source is a thing.

I closed my eyes to the teacher:

“Tracking holes, small, round and straight. It’s too big, it’s too big, it’s too big to pull out.

“The perforators, 20 metres in length, have gone to the bottom of the grave, and the perforators are falling at the burial centre. I’m sorry.

It’s in deep. It’s in 78 knots.

I feel wrong, stopped.

“What’s wrong with your hands?”

I don’t know if it’s a hand problem, so I just nod my head and pull out a stick.

And the rods brought out a little dirt, and I put up my fingertips and looked at its layers.

“The prison is thick. I said, “A layer of bouquets, a layer of tan, a little bit of black copper, which is oxidized by copper. I don’t know. I’m sorry.

Sun came up and smelled his head, and said, “It’s big.” I’m sorry.

Two pies and a barrel pops up and cheers.

“Hey, that’s the fairies guide. “I am a fairy.” I’m sorry.

Right.

I broke the law this time.

One.

“Clean it out. Sun says.

The drums and the pies went down with a couple shovels and the sand flipped.

I took the opportunity to say, “I’ll go and see if there’s any holes in it. I’m sorry.

You dig first, I’ll call the police.

When I looked back, my backpack suddenly split and something fell off.

Now get down and pick up the tools, and a few brushes come out and the bones roll to Uncle Sun’s feet.

I’d rather slap myself in the face.

I looked up and looked at Uncle Sun’s face. Uncle Sun lighted a cigarette and said nothing.

Maybe not. I’m relieved. Put your backpack back on.

He suddenly threw a sentence, “Wait a minute. You…

Uncle Sun just opened his mouth, and we both heard shovels.

Just a soft sound, which is not easily heard, and Uncle Sun turns around.

He pushed the pie and jumped, and when I reached the pit, he stepped at the bottom of the pit, and he was heavy.

“It’s hard.” He said, “This is the top of the mausoleum. I’m sorry.

No wonder they can’t see through the water, and the earth is built without water.

And We went up to them and asked them: “This land is hard, and it will not be dug for ten and a half days. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun only waved.

“Dig.” I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun spit out a word.

Two pies and drums look at each other, three sets of grave-digging, shovels, shovels, and hand-drilling.

Ten minutes later, it was “whoa.”

As soon as Sun and I looked at the pit, they dug up two meters, and suddenly, the bottom came out of a hole, and it was dark.

I’ve got two words in my head: it’s a hole. Someone first arrived.

Uncle Sun points to the black hole: “Look inside. I’m sorry.

The barrel crawled in, came out in half a minute and said:

“Thirty meters at the end of the hole, turn around, or the tomb’s belly inside. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun shot me on the shoulder, which means let me see.

I had a headache, I couldn’t resist, so I jumped in the hole and looked.

The hole was very narrow, and I had to get down all day, touch the edge, take the inside.

“It’s a slant hole. It’s pretty good. These are long, hard to dig. No means to challenge. I’m sorry.

My hand stomped into the ground under the hole, and suddenly I sensed something wrong.

“Not new earth, at least for seven or eight years. The footprints with mud were new… not a spade. I’m sorry.

I’ve just dropped my voice, I’ve got two pies, I’ve got a hole.

“Come on up. Sun told him to look at me, “Let Zhang go first.” The liners are ahead of you and you’re reckless. I’m sorry.

I was so cold and sweaty and wet my back. You want to get in there? Let me see the black hole.

To be honest, the tomb is not terrible. What kind of a knife is there? In the tomb, all the oil is waxed.

But…

“Technology that we can’t figure out. Modern people do not know the power of cold weapons, and the venom trap with the poison of a grave alone makes it impossible to get in and out. That would be different from what I expected. I said:

“I don’t want to go to the grave.” I’m sorry.

I was just saying I didn’t want to, but I looked at the dirt gun on his hand and said three words: “I have to pay more.” I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun laughed again: “Come on, girl. You’re on. I’m sorry.

I greeted him in my heart for his 18 generations, and I went over the possible threshold.

Most of the tombs have been dug up, and none of them have survived for a thousand years, except for the few sandy graves in Chu.

During the internship, more than a dozen of our students dug for two months and were not afraid to play poker in their graves.

I’m afraid of toxic air, radon or hydrogen sulfide poisoning.

But the poison is dead and the shot is dead…

I crawled into a hole and got an indescribable smell in my nose.

The hole is not narrow, but the lower cleavage is tilting towards the wall of a grave, like being buried in it immediately and feeling uncomfortable.

The three men were following me, and I became used to it, and I started thinking about how to keep lying to them.

At that point, my hand and head were suddenly hit by something, and it was a good thing that I didn’t climb very slowly.

Uncle Sun: What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

I touched the front, a dirt wall, and I said, “The hole is sealed. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun was silent and asked, “Are you sure? I’m sorry.

“Yes. I’m sorry.

We remain silent, and there is a tense atmosphere in the air.

“It’s not right. I said, “Someone’s trying to dig in, it doesn’t make sense to seal it. He won’t let it out unless there’s something inside. I’m sorry.

“Don’t scare me, sister. Really?

There are grave robbers who fear ghosts.

I was laughing, and I said, “I don’t know. I came here to make a fortune, and I turned back. You don’t want to get rich and die. I’m sorry.

I’m trying to be calm, and I’m screaming, “Well, I’m finally getting a fucking excuse.”

And he said, “I know who sealed it.” I’m sorry.

And I stunned my heart and asked: “Who?”

“I dug this hole 10 years ago. I’m sorry.

Everyone was shocked. No one’s making a sound of questioning, and my tongue is tied.

Good thing Uncle Sun is still talking:

“Ten years ago, I dug with a madman for a month.

“I call him crazy because he fucking digs and goes crazy.

“I just want to make a college fee for my kids. He’s completely insane. He has to go to this grave.

“It had been dug for a month, and it’s been gone. I was tired, and I didn’t want to go mad with him, and I said, “With explosives, I won’t wait.” # I don’t know #

“When it was over, I put a goose in it, and I looked in the air.

“I didn’t expect the geese to die right away. The crazy guy said the goose wasn’t dead. I didn’t pull it. He got himself in. I’m sorry.

Two pies whispered, “Then what?” I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun shakes his head: “No one will die, no one will die.” I thought that was the way it was. I couldn’t take anything. I ran away with my tail.

“Then think about it … This crazy motherfucker, who pretends to be crazy and swallows things by himself, now he’s changed his name and went home for a good time.

“I left without a hole. He must have. Shit. Young man on the road, dirty man avoids. Girl, hit it! I’m going in there to see what’s in there. I’m sorry.

I regret that I should not give him the opportunity, but they are not afraid now.

Uncle Sun gave it to me. I had to pick it up and hit it twice against the wall.

It wasn’t thick enough to break it, like in a hurry.

Touched on the wall of the cave, touched a piece of mud in a thin strip, and fell off.

It’s explosives. Same as Sun.

It’s at the tomb.

Two.

I went out through the hole first, and it was a big, low space.

The mine lights are not visible at all, but they are already in the path.

The drum says, “This is the tomb door, right? I’m sorry.

Follow the way of God, there’s a big closed grave.

The light of the mine was a little faint, and I was just about to see what was on my feet and it scared me to jump.

Uncle Sun put his light on my feet.

There’s a goose on the floor.

Goose lying on the ground, dead.

“Where’s the Goose?” I’m sorry.

I don’t think so, too.

“Just died. I said:

Uncle Sun’s eyes are straight.

And it turned white: “The wall outside, we saw it with our own eyes.” How could there be a goose in such a sealed environment? Uncle Sun, did you say you went to the grave with another man and sent a goose in?

Uncle Sun interrupted him: “Face! Didn’t she say she just died? It’s been five fucking years. Where are the geese that don’t eat and drink? I’m sorry.

“But this…

“Absolutely someone. Take out the guy!”

Once Uncle Sun drinks, everyone copys the guy, I step back.

I’m the fastest, and now I’m the closest to the hole that went in.

And suddenly, my right hand touched something, and touched it.

“Something! I’m sorry.

The two pies and the drums turned their heads at once, and the gun and the mine light were pointed behind me.

I was standing on my side, all over my hair, and I was seeing something as big as a fur coming at us.

Two sounds in the ear.

I don’t know who shot him twice.

All the time, the two pies were screaming, and three uncles rolled into the hole.

I can’t move. The mine lights are all over the place, and I’m afraid it’ll suddenly approach me.

And suddenly a sound came out of my ear, and I slapped it, and I ripped it off.

I grabbed the hair in my hand and suddenly realized what I heard.

“Chang. I’m sorry.

As soon as I turned my head, I turned to the face of that thing, and it took me a long time to recognize it:

Teacher! What are you doing here?

I caught my teacher’s wig.

It’s like the teacher just rolled in the mud.

“There were mudslides in the mountains, and we went into hiding, and we fell in. I’m sorry.

I’m not answering the teacher’s voice.

A short, fat boy came out of the tablet behind the teacher’s body and was my brother, Fatty.

I was relieved to see them.

Looks like they got another way out of the grave. This tomb is bigger than I thought. There may be other holes.

I asked Fatty, “What about your satellite phone? I’m sorry.

He pulled his phone out of his bag and handed it to me. I tried. I couldn’t open it.

“Where’s the battery? I’m sorry.

“It’s gone.”

I’m afraid of being buried.

We said, “I was held hostage by three grave robbers. Not for long. Find a way to call the police. I’m sorry.

The teacher opened his eyes: “You can’t retreat.” How many precious artifacts have these people dug up and sold overseas? You have to take advantage of this, one end. I’m sorry.

And We said, “I fear that I will give our masters a pot.” I’m sorry.

Then there came the sound of a pie in the back of the hole: “Is Zhang? Are you alive?”

I had a gesture to keep the teacher and Fatty quiet and yelled at the noise of the thief: “Don’t come near me! I’m sorry.

I went over the idea and stuffed the teacher and Fatty into the grave.

I crawled back into the hole and shouted.

A little while later, a light was on my face, and I heard Uncle Sun yell:

“Fuck you guys! What’s going on, girl? What is that thing? I’m sorry.

I shook my wig.

The wigs were all muddled and looked like animal hair. The lights were shaking, and they were obviously scared.

“Both of them.” I said, “The other is bigger. I’ve never seen such a round sling before, and it looks like I’ve eaten a lot. I’m sorry.

Two pies and drums are all over me.

I listened straight and turned back to the grave. They also crawled out.

“What now? I’m sorry.

“Not back. Uncle Sun said, “What are you afraid of? Open the door! I’m sorry.

“Okay. I’m sorry.

The barrel and the twig hand, push the grave door.

I looked around, and I didn’t see the teacher or Fatty hiding anywhere.

The barrel turned around and came back and said:

“The front is the main grave, there’s an ear room on both sides, and there’s just a lot of good things. I’m sorry.

“What is it?”

He brought me a little white china bowl, and I’m in the middle of it.

Indeed, in a circle, a few small pieces were dropped on the cemetery floor.

Uncle Sun bit his teeth and punched him in the head:

“You got a fucking eye for it. You and the guy who found Qing Dynasty in Han’s grave are still stupid? I’m sorry.

In the back of his head, he said, “Isn’t the ancient objects of Qing Dynasty an antique?” I’m sorry.

I was shaking on the floor, “Don Song Won Ming Ming Ming.” One thing can only be explained by the fact that for generations there have been gold thieves in one tomb. I’m sorry.

“Aah?”

“Look at this, the scale of Wei Jin. The rules of that time, the thieving of graves, the use of tools to throw in graves. It’s been left to this day, and the tools of the older generation have become relics… The bowl of china is supposed to have lunch with the older generation. I’m sorry.

At that point, the sound of the pie came from the ear room in front:

“A body! I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun said, “Can there be a fucking body in the cemetery?” I’m sorry.

“Not in a coffin. He shouted:

We ran into the ear room, and both walls were scattered wooden and china, and there was a shrinking dry body sitting in the corner, which did not appear to be a martyr.

“A grave-throwing bar. I said, “Well, maybe it’s not even. Looks like the only artifact here is the grave robber himself. I’m sorry.

As soon as that was said, the atmosphere had suddenly stabilized.

I wish I could suck my mouth out and say, “It’s not like I’ve got anything, so I’ll see you this time.” I’m sorry.

And Sun said, “Wait a minute. I’m sorry.

He was walking around in the ear room, and his face was not visible. He went on to say, “This place is much more than this, and it has institutions. I’m sorry.

After that, he lifts his feet and goes back.

I lamented the loss of yet another chance to escape, turning around to keep up and feeling something wrong.

I looked back and looked at the dry body, and suddenly it felt like a polo collar, as if the teacher was wearing it.

Uncle Sun called me.

I looked in the eye and looked at the dry bodies and felt wrong.

3

I’m out of the cemetery, there’s no one on the hallowed path, and the door to the main grave is open.

Go inside, Uncle Sun is standing in front of me. And as soon as I approached him, he turned back and put his finger on his mouth.

I looked over his shoulder and lost my hair in a moment.

In the main grave, there was a casket, which was gruesome. It’s big, it’s thick, and the coffins spread out.

The chain fell on my feet, it was rusty, it didn’t look like a saw, it looked like a crack.

I used my finger to the outside.

Uncle Sun obviously had an idea. He noded his head and we were just about to step back.

And then, suddenly, the two pies burst into the door, and they yelled, “Yo! A coffin!”

Uncle Sun had to punch him in the back of his head.

I’m so relieved to see the casket. I don’t see anything.

“I’ll fucking kill you sooner or later! What if it’s human? I’m sorry.

I was close to the coffin.

It doesn’t look like anything. It’s a Han tomb, it’s a sticky painting on the wood, it’s so sarcastic that the owner is either rich or expensive.

The drums followed behind the second.

His flashlight was on the casket, and he looked in front, and suddenly he screamed, and his ass fell on the floor:

“Yes, a ghost!”

Let’s get back.

I lit the mine light, and a few people looked forward and saw a woman standing in front of the coffin.

I’m relieved.

Uncle Sun kicked him in the back of the barrel and called him a loser.

We said: “This is not a ghost, this is a sculptor.” Let the woman open the door. Hardy always has such a fake door. The implication is that, after the death of a man, a woman will be brought back by a door with the owner of the grave. I’m sorry.

And We went and measured it, and suddenly We understood why the cylinder was frightened.

The paint of this thing is not completely coloured, and under dark flashlight, it’s like being alive.

The doors engraved by walls are of the same size as other tombs, and women are about as tall as real people. At first glance, it looks like there’s a woman in the dark who’s holding the door, pushing a suture of the door and coming out.

I pulled it up, and he looked at me, and he screamed again, and his eyes were full of terror.

I scared him.

Then he said: “Son, look at her face. I’m sorry.

I’ll take that woman again.

An instant blood flow back.

Women’s faces are almost my faces. She pushed the door and laughed weirdly at me.

4

That scares me. His legs were flat in the air.

Uncle Sun: What a coincidence. Maybe your ancestor used to fix a grave, and your ancestor changed his career to captain of the Golden School. No wonder they’re experts. I’m sorry.

I couldn’t laugh and I couldn’t look at that woman again.

The drums slap me on the chest: “Aston me, I thought the woman was coming down.” I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun: Don’t bullshit. Let’s go. I’m sorry.

We looked around, and there was only a piece of worthless paint.

The barrel stopped on the south side of the coffin, pulled out a candle and threw a sentence:

“Several candle marks! These grandkids are good. Looks like there’s nothing left in the coffin. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun: No one took anything and covered the coffin. Come on, don’t even dare open the coffin. I’m sorry.

The barrel was lit and returned to the coffin.

I retreated back and took a look back on the porch and took a breath.

“The lights are out. I said:

People look back. The candles have been extinguished.

The chicken rang the light and the gold didn’t go out.

Uncle Sun saw it, said nothing, and set it on fire.

But as soon as he got back, the candle went out again.

“There’s a fucking ghost blowing the lights! Two pies say.

“Ass. “There is a wind in the mouth.” I’m sorry.

He looked at the casket, and he went down and looked under it:

“Look under the coffin, girl. I’m sorry.

And We looked down and saw a slit beneath the coffin, and at first we saw it as a shadow.

“The dark door.” There’s something that hasn’t been stolen. The woman who opened the door was right. I’m sorry.

His voice was still on the line, and suddenly there was a bang.

The boom, with the shaking of the walls, lasted for a few seconds.

We didn’t know what was going on at first, and when we heard it, Sun yelled, and said:

“The breach must have collapsed. I’m sorry.

Mudslides, I say.

I’ll follow you.

And the drum went into the hole, and it came out, and he shook his head and said, “It was too dangerous. Can’t go. I’m sorry.

“We’re trapped? “The two-bit pies have two eyes.

I feel suffocated. Everybody quiet down.

Uncle Sun said, “As fart, there’s still a hole under the coffin, which could be a retreat for the gravemaker himself. I’m sorry.

Believe or not, we have to nod our heads and go back to the main tomb.

At the moment, I can’t think that this tomb is sealed around and around, and only a few of us who breathe alive are trapped inside to make fish cans.

“You have to open the coffin before you can move it. “Uncle Sun lifts up his sleeves, commands the barrel and two cakes and removes the coffin.

I started checking the coffins to divert attention from the mine lights.

The tail of the coffin was relatively smooth and smooth, but a symbol was carved on the right. I look at it carefully, it looks like “13” in Chinese.

Thirteen. What do you mean? The coffin? Is there no more than 13 coffins hidden in this tomb?

Bang, the coffin cap hit the floor.

Two pies standing in front of the coffin. Let’s go up and look inside the coffin.

The coffin was empty, and only a small amount of paint and sand was scattered.

Then Uncle Sun scolded and said, “I said it was a coffin.” Most of the bodies were thrown out by the thieves. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun let the barrel and the second pie push the coffin and show a hole in the size of the pan.

There was no light in the hole, and a rock was thrown out of the twilight, and only the sound of a continuous roll was heard.

Uncle Sun just scolded him and suddenly something grabbed me under my feet and slipped into a hole.

5

I can’t see anything. Head on the wall, eyes open to falling stars.

Most of the time, they fell into the pit.

I took a moment to get up.

When the mine light fell off, I couldn’t feel it, and I suddenly heard a little bit of a bang in the back, and I rolled in and threw a heavy load at my feet.

I shunned, lit with a mine light, and saw the man’s face.

Fatty? Are you crazy?

Sister. “The little chubby is blue with the light and a mud face like a monster crawling out of a swamp.”

“There’s something! A big thing! It’s not a man… it could be a big worm…”

He whispered and said, “As soon as a strangulation, the whole man stomped behind me like a ball.

Zhang?

Teacher?

I just heard the teacher’s voice, and it just doesn’t feel right.

It’s dark, but it’s not empty. There’s nothing in that.

I took the mine light in my hand, but I didn’t dare to take it up and take a picture of it.

In the dark, something huge is approaching.

“Don’t move! I’m sorry.

I thought, “What am I supposed to do with this thing?” Besides, I’d like to move, too. Fatty grabbed me like he was gonna put me on the gun.

When I bit my teeth, I lifted the mine light, and I was ready to see the real body of this thing.

But when I move, it follows. My mine light was only a lightning-like black thing, flashing through and shrunk into darkness. In a moment, it disappeared.

I still have a stench of it at the tip of my nose, like fish rotting.

I look back and the teacher sits still on the floor like he’s scared.

Fatty was shaking for half a day and asked me, “What about that?” He doesn’t eat us anymore? I’m sorry.

And I was shaking, and my hands were cold, and half a day said, “How should I know?” Maybe we smell bad … How did you and the teacher get here? I’m sorry.

I’m a little clear in my head.

I saw a hole when the coffin was removed, but why are they in this hole?

“I don’t know.” As soon as we walked in the door, we didn’t see anything. I just screamed, and I caught my foot… I’m sorry.

I called him “Bullshit.” Don’t fucking think about it. You protect the teacher. I’m sorry.

Fatty’s gonna roll over and hold the teacher up.

I looked around and found that the space was similar to the stone room above, but there were two big holes in the walls and on the ground, about a metre in diameter, and it was hard to imagine where to go. There are two stone doors on the other side.

I can’t help feeling cold. This place is full of all kinds of tunnels. Is that huge thing just moving around in the dark? Then aren’t we the sushi of the monster?

Think about it.

I shake my head and put these ideas behind my head and ask, “Teacher, have you found a way? I’m sorry.

The teacher said, “It’s blocked by mud.

“Me too…”

All of a sudden, I heard a sound coming out of the hole, mostly from the grave robbers.

“What happens, you protect the teacher, run. I’ll handle them. I’m sorry.

I was close to the tomb door, and I put the teacher in first.

I was just about to put Fatty in, but I couldn’t pull it.

Suddenly, a man fell out of a hole, without a brake, before me.

It’s Uncle Sun.

I’ve got a blank in my head, and I’ve got a bad heart, so Fatty and Uncle Sun are bumping into faces.

But uncle Sun, for no reason, suddenly he was soft on the ground.

When the chubby twirl disappeared at the tomb door, Uncle Sun fell on the ground with a greasy, pale face and a cold sweat.

I picked him up and asked why.

He closed his eyes and he said, “There are ghosts…”

I’m relieved. Looks like the guy thinks Fatty’s a ghost.

Uncle Sun was breathing for a while and then “bong-bong” in the back, and the barrel and the second cake snuck down.

“Be careful, there’s a living thing here. Something just pulled me off. From this hole. I mean, the big hole on the ground, “It could be anaconda or something weird.” I’m sorry.

I’ve heard the pie, my face is white.

Uncle Sun’s flashlight was turned to the maximum and the grave room on the four sides was lit. This is when I saw stoned and murals on both sides.

Sun pointed a flashlight at the wall and asked me, “What is it painted on the wall? I’m sorry.

The mural shows a half man and half bird, with wings spread on his shoulder, and on top of the mountain, almost the size of the mountain.

There’s a couple of weirdos down there with rabbit heads and wings, looking for something.

“It’s like a painting by a Western mother. I’m sorry.

“Mother West?” The one at the Peach Congress?”

We said, “It is in the western book.” The Western mother is a religious figure and has historically been considered to be only a small tribal leader, King Zhou Mu’s one-night stand. I’m sorry.

In the tombs, the Western mother is often portrayed as a beauty and rarely sees the inhuman mother of the West.

The teacher had said that the mother of the West, who was recorded in history, had no glamorous and good face but a freak with a leopard tail, tiger teeth and bird hair.

“The Zhou Mu’s taste is strong.” I’m sorry.

I look at the stone doors on both sides, and there are signs and words.

Uncle Sun, what does it say? I’m sorry.

I turned to the door on my right hand and realized the words, “The Palace of Pyrotechnics, the fertilizer tracks, the corpses rise up.” It’s Fairy Gate. I’m sorry.

And then look left:

“The door of the fair is the right one.”

And for a moment I stood still.

I didn’t look at anything. I put my teacher and Fatty into it.

“It’s a ghost door. I’m sorry.

Six.

I was so scared.

I’d like to open the door to see what happens if the grave robbers and the teachers meet, just to make sure there’s something scary about the ghost.

He grabbed me and said, “What the hell? You scared the hell out of me. I’m sorry.

I was stuck in the fair door.

I can only persuade myself not to think nonsense, not superstition. Maybe I led them to the fair gate, and the teacher came out of the ghost gate.

Sensor leads to another graveyard, about the same size as before, with only a large additional stone in the middle.

There was a monster on the tablet, with a face like a tiger, with wings, sitting on the floor, staring straight at us.

“Something good!”

Two pies up. While the wooden shelf on both sides of the grave room was rotten and something dropped, the brass and jade were almost intact.

Uncle Sun asked: “What is written on the tablet?” I’m sorry.

“Believe not in my word, and be white hair in the sight of the door. It means that for as long as a man can live, it’s only the will of Mother West. It’s probably West Han’s end-of-year Western Mother. I’m sorry.

“What’s that? I’m sorry.

“Han’s mother was a tribal god, and after Han’s mother became a Taoist. The Western Mother is a group of people who believe in immortal medicine and feel that they can live through a single drug. That’s how the peaches are made up. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun listens and goes around the other side. And suddenly his face changed and said:

“Someone has come. I’m sorry.

Let’s go around and look, for a moment I’m numb.

Under the tablet is a dead man’s hand, and the wind is just as dry as the mummies.

The dead hand pointed straight to the wall in front of it, and a strange line was carved on it.

That kind of word seems to be a sketchy text, but we’ve been working on it for 10 minutes and nobody understands it.

He kicked the stone and said, “What the fuck is this? It’s the fair door, the ghost door. I don’t care. I’m sorry.

It then returned with its legs in the same direction.

It was only halfway through the barrel, and suddenly it was screaming.

I was often frightened, numbed, but I looked at the past, and the hair of the back neck was raised.

The tomb door is closed.

“Fuck the door out! The drum pushes the door and says, “I can’t open it.”

Two pies push hard, and the door doesn’t move.

Then uncle Sun waved his hand so that they would not be agitated, and touched the door, and said, “There is an authority.” It’s stuck in there. Get on the crowbar. I’m sorry.

The three men used a crowbar for half a day, but the tomb door was too thick to break.

“Only explosives. I’m sorry.

“Wait. I’m sorry.

I yelled at them and looked back at the wall, and I felt wrong.

“Leave your cell phone. I’m sorry.

I borrowed a cell phone and took a picture of the wall.

The image mirrors on the cell phone were reversed, and the words on the wall turned upside down: “The mother reached out to the thirteenth hand.” I’m sorry.

Although the writing is so strange, it is well-recognised, read by all, and it’s definitely not far away… It’s written in English.

In a moment, you see people all cold.

“This wall is weird. Uncle Sun knocked on the wall, and raised his eyebrow, “The opposite is empty. I’m sorry.

Two pies with a crowbar banging and beating, and I grabbed it, and I hit two bricks with my hand, and there was a little hole in the wall, black hole, and the wind came.

“It’s not a tomb wall, it’s a brick wall. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun took a light on the inside and pulled up his sleeve. Soon we broke a few bricks and opened a little hole that only one person could get in.

I went in first. They followed me.

It’s a small stone room, with a coffin in it, and it’s very common and cheap.

And uncle Sun took a look around him and said: “This coffin shall be twenty-thirty years. I’m sorry.

The drum: “Open it? I’m sorry.

“Look. I’m sorry.

I’ve been waiting to see the dry bodies. I wonder what kind of man would bury himself in someone’s grave.

And not old, modern.

The coffin was opened without much effort. It’s not like that.

Let’s get up there and look at it.

The coffin is empty.

The barrel was brought out of the coffin with a rusty Loyang shovel.

“Fuck. Come on. I’m sorry.

A man who tried to steal a grave eventually chose to bury himself in it. Why?

Two pies are screaming again.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I’m sorry.

Turning back, the pie pushed a door.

It turns out the grave room is somewhere else. I was afraid that if I didn’t open the wall, people would be trapped inside.

Through the door, the grave room, which is twice the size of the previous one, is empty inside, with the exception of two three-man-rounded pillars on the north-south side, with no burial material.

Uncle Sun suddenly filmed me with a flashlight pointing at the way and a war map engraved across the tomb.

The center of the image is a bridge. At the end of the bridge there was a combat vehicle with a man in it, wearing a high hat and a bunch of cavalry.

Combat vehicles and cavalry, opposite the bridge, are what they fight for.

Just looking at it, I feel cold and can’t say what it is. And they are all wrapped together in pieces, one face with only one standing eye, and they are not human.

Uncle Nu Nuu’s mouth, which means let me explain.

And We put together the thought, and said, “This is a picture of the bridge, a symbol that connects the two sides of the Sun and the Sun, and the way to the fair. It’s supposed to be the owner of the grave who wants to cross the bridge. I’m sorry.

Looking in the direction of the car and horses, there are more murals on the walls.

These frescos are larger and more lively, drawing a variety of ancient battle scenes, extending to the western pillar, and at the end they are still the monster sitting on the ground and looking straight at people.

I look around, and I can’t tell the difference between this room and the room in the fairway.

Uncle Sun was pointing at the line of the mural and asking me what I wrote.

And We identified and said: “Death and life go back.”

All of a sudden, I had a string in my head, and I put the mine light in my hand, from where the monster sat, and I looked back to the combat car.

Probably the opposite.

I had a weird shock in my heart.

The masters of the tombs did not go to fight the monsters, they retreated and tried to stay away from them.

What does that mean?

I turned my head, and suddenly I found Uncle Sun pale and heavy.

I’ve had doubts. Since then, this man’s behaviour has been very strange. Why does he care so much about the writing and the mural?

All of a sudden, the sound was soft, and Uncle Sun pulled out a dirt rifle and pointed it at the monster.

I was surprised, and I asked, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

He didn’t say anything, but he pointed his gun at me:

“I don’t fucking see you right. Did you bring a companion to give me black? I’m sorry.

I looked at the gun and my head was blank.

The drums and the pies are back, and they’re each on their own.

It’s the teacher and Fatty.

No wonder he kept asking me about the murals, and he found out that the teacher and Fatty were hiding behind the post and found a chance to take all three of us.

The drums: “There’s something wrong with these people, and I want to see them right down there — he’s scratching his neck with his hands.

Fatty’s shaking and he’s on the ground.

And We said: Wait!

“Do you want to be a demon?” I’m sorry.

“We are all in the same mood.” Don’t take advantage of people, but don’t let others take advantage of them. I’m sorry.

A couple of people are dead.

I looked at the teacher and said, “Dad! You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry.

I was so scared when I called Dad. I let go.

“Oh, come on, Mr. Chang?”

I don’t know who Master Zhang is, but I thank him for being so cool.

And the teacher looked at me and suddenly reacted and coughed, and said, “I do not want to kill.” Show your brother there’s something dirty in this tunnel. He’s infected. I’m sorry.

“What’s the infection?” I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun frowned, like to say, I’ll go up and pull up the fat.

Fatty’s been scratching his body. I thought you were acting too fake. Fatty opened up his neck and a fine rash appeared on his neck.

It’s true.

“Stop scratching. I quickly said, turn around and see the teacher.

I’m confused. It’s an emergency, and it’s a rash, and it’s a story in the head and it’s a blank.

And then, Uncle Sun pointed his gun at me, and he yelled at me, “What the fuck is that?” I’m sorry.

I tried not to look at the gun, and I turned my head to my teacher: “It’s not typhus, is it? I’m sorry.

The teacher shakes his head, his eyes are straight.

That’s not good. We need to find a way to slow down. And We referred to my backpack, and said out loud to the surroundings: “I have a sprain in it for my father. I’ll feed them now and let you know, lest you be afraid. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun’s face was so angry.

Two steps back from the barrel and two pies, with the gun pointed at me for a second, to the teacher for a second.

One sound, two waffles suddenly fall back, one bang, something falls on our heads.

Uncle Sun!

Put it up and lift Uncle Sun up.

It smells like gunpowder.

When I saw it, I tripped on the feet of that stone monster and shot him in the ceiling. A big piece of shit is hitting Uncle Sun. He’s standing up with his head covered.

“What kind of broken glass is this? “It’s not like I’m going to be able to do this.”

We looked up, and a few flashlights were on the ceiling, and it was found to have a huge, four-foot-long, two-foot-wide copper lens, one of the angles of the glass was broken and the lens was all over the floor.

Uncle Sun: What the fuck is this? I’m sorry.

“The mirror of the owner of the grave.” It’s normal to look in the mirror. I’m sorry.

“I said that! “Uncle Sun points to the tip of the copper lens.

I looked closely, and a line was carved in the top right corner of the copper mirror.

It’s not the words that were carved by the ancients, because it’s the same as the one on the wall before it.

“Whatever. I’m sorry.

7

The handwriting is the same as the one on the wall before it is the same person’s pen.

“How much is this big copper mirror worth? I’m sorry.

He cried a face and tried to fill it with a rifle. The sound of a gun-point collision is very fragile.

I’m surprised, the copper mirror is not embedded, there’s room on it.

Uncle Sun obviously thought of that.

“Cool, you watch them. “Uncle Sun, get the pie on his knees and climb on his back.” It’s hard to touch and lift the copper lens.

The copper mirror moved to the side, leaving a mouth open for one person.

Sun climbed up three or two times, disappeared in the hole for half a minute, then turned back, looked his head, pointed at me:

“Let the girl come. You take those two up and take them hostage. There’s a trap to throw them down first. I’m sorry.

Two pies and a bucket. Hey, laugh.

The barrel took away my pipe and the folding shovel and put me up. There’s a huge space behind the mirror, and I can’t see it. I can’t see it.

Uncle Sun kicked me and let me walk in front.

I had to follow a ray of light from his hand.

The space is long and straight. It’s kind of like the divine. At the end of the horizon, there was no end of the winter, but the road was unusually wide, with six lanes.

The voices were moving in the back, and the four men in the back had climbed up.

I’m worried about the teacher and Fatty. I don’t know how their rash is, but it’s worse.

The rash on the teacher’s neck reminds me of “the eyes.” The giant murals that depict man-monster battles evolved in my mind.

If it’s a giant hallowed path, so can the chariots in the picture travel… ..and I think of it, I look around, and I feel like I’m hiding in the dark.

Uncle Sun suddenly pulled me.

I took two steps and looked at it, and there was a deep pit. A few stones fell off his feet and rolled all the way down to hear the echo.

The deep pit almost tore the whole hallowed.

“How could there be such a deep fracture? I’m sorry.

“The mountain lands down. Maybe we can climb up. I’m sorry.

After that, I tried to light with mine lights the fractured wall at the top. It was hoped to find a way to climb the gap on the ground, even close to the top grave.

It is only that the walls of the cliff, with a large number of stones, are sorely tarnished that it clearly does not support the weight of adults. Worse still, they can’t see the top, they can’t see the bottom.

Six people gathered on the wall of the cliff, and the buns barely stopped, and one foot stepped down.

The barrel grabbed his collar, and I pulled one, and in chaos, a wooden column was found beneath the cliff wall, deeply embedded in it.

The mural scenes seen in the grave room appeared in my head.

“There was a suspension bridge, which went straight across. I said:

Listen to this, Uncle Sun goes down and looks carefully.

“How can it be?” Who’s going to fix the grave in the crack zone?”

Isn’t that what the chariot went through? Maybe this is the battlefield in the mural…

I fainted for a moment and heard only the last words of Uncle Sun: “Look across.” I’m sorry.

In exchange for strong light flashlight, the drums were only seen across the cliffs on a small rocky hill, apparently caused by the early collapse of the top wall, but there was a crack beneath the hill that could accommodate one person.

The drum came out of the bag with a rope with a hook, tried to hook the other side, tried it 10 times, and finally he caught a hole in the stone wall.

He groped and said, “Not far, seven or eight meters. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun shot me. I knew I was the first one to die.

I look down at the abyss and I feel soft. I said, “What if I can’t get there?” I’m sorry.

“Why did you go first?” I’m sorry.

I scolded, I took off my coat and tied it up, hung it on the rope, and tried it with all my weight. It’s a regular climber. It’s new, it’s holding.

I hold my breath, I use my limbs together, and I slide across the side with a slip.

On the way to midway, the teacher’s voice suddenly sounded, “Close rock! I’m sorry.

I can’t see the situation, and I’m going to move first, I’m going to grab the rope, I’m going to pull up my waist, I’m going to fold my feet together, I’m going to shrink my body.

At that point, I finally heard the sound of impact smashing, and I felt afraid that if I didn’t react, I might have fallen.

I’m not too scared to die. Using gravity, weight leans forward, slides along the ropes, and an ass hits the ground.

I can’t handle the pain in my ass. Just take a quick look at the mine light and jump up and pull the rope, hold it, say hello to the other side and let them slide.

Uncle Sun was the first to get on the slip. I’m relieved, I’m looking across my eyes.

I feel a little wrong.

For convenience, the two pies and the drums were put on the floor and used to buffer themselves. The teacher and Fatty were on their knees and they were together.

Their four shadows are clear and clear, with two more shadows around them… Whose are they?

8

I felt something wrong and shouted, “There’s something up there! I’m sorry.

“Where? I’m sorry.

He pulled the safety trigger to the top of the grave.

There was a great deal of confusion in the electron flint, the shadow swing, the pies and the chubby.

But who knows how quiet the other side was after the confusion?

“Fuck you pissing on my fucking shoes! I’m sorry.

Then uncle Sun hung himself on a glider and said, “What is it?” I’m sorry.

Fatty said, “Big worm! I’m sorry.

And then, boom, like someone fell down.

I’m afraid it’s the teacher who’s dying, and there’s nothing to help.

The teacher’s voice was loud again: “Put down again!” The urea enzymes make it impossible to tell. Just pee a little more! I’m sorry.

I don’t know if they peed there. Uncle Sun threw something at me. I reached out and I got a dirt gun.

What am I gonna do when I’m so old and only play with a water gun?

Maybe this thing’s not safe. I slipped, a stray bullet went out and scared me to the back of blood.

I fired a few shots in a row. There’s no movement across the street.

I’m done. I hit someone.

Soon, across the street, everyone stood up.

“It seems like he got scared. The sound of the drums.

We’re relieved, we’re re-engineered, and six people have finally reached the other side of the cliff.

Uncle Sun was on the ground smoking half a cigarette, shaking like Parkinson. After he smoked, he changed his hands, and he put his gun on his head:

Explain what the fuck you know. What’s the word on the copper mirror? What does that have to do with what just attacked us? I’m sorry.

I just stood up and the teacher made a gesture.

The teacher groaned and said, “The subject of my schooling is the subject of my eyes and ears.” They all said it was wild history, not real. But in that stone room, the murals were real, and there was a Western mother and a man. I’m sorry.

“What’s that?”

“Study, King Zhou Mu has visited the mother of the West in peace. Mother West is immortal and blessed with immortality.

“I wonder how many people are looking to Western Mother for immortality. But no one is a volunteer, and if she wants to be favoured, she has to work for him and become her watchman. I’m sorry.

I’ve never heard a teacher say anything like that.

The drum: “Is that who you are?” Little man with long eyes? Can people really grow like that? I’m sorry.

Teacher: Of course it is. It is the first step in converting to the mother of the West. After that, find her hand for Western Mother. I’m sorry.

Hands? I’m sorry.

“Just a symbol. For example, Mother West admires King Zhou Mu and leaves him. Western Mother needs some special people. In the fresco, Zhoumu was chosen, but Zhoumu refused and fled in a combat vehicle. But before that he had been blessed by Mother West. I’m sorry.

It’s like, “I don’t want to pay for it. Is it really fucking immortal? I’m sorry.

The teacher was silent for a moment and said, “The legend is.” The legend continued into West Han, forming the Western Mother. The Queen’s Mother West itself has come together to become a great force, by doing business, which has accumulated a great deal of wealth, and many have fallen into a trap in search of wealth and immortality. I’m sorry.

“Does it not only last forever, but also earn a fortune?” The two-bread tone gets excited.

But Fat said, “Do you not take this seriously?” Close to Science does not look at either episode. I’m sorry.

“Shut the fuck up and piss my shoe!” I’m sorry.

Fatty shut up.

“What’s that bug-like thing? I don’t know. I just knocked it down. It’s a lot of work. I’m sorry.

He pulls up his pants and shows us his legs. A piece of purple on the calf, like a few whips.

Two pies: “It’s probably those people who hide behind their backs.” Otherwise, the worm won’t be able to write. I’m sorry.

“The wind is the rain.” I’m sorry.

I don’t believe in weirdness, and I think the teacher is the same. So I guess the teacher made it up to lie to them. I have to cooperate.

So I said, “So, the land of the Western Mother lies ahead. It’s a ghost and a ghost. I’m sorry.

For a moment, everyone was silent.

Then Uncle Sun threw up a smoked ass and said, “There is only one path left, lest it be a ghost or a fairy. Get him! Go!

There are a few large stones in the piles of rubble falling from the top and a triangle gap between them. There’s room in there. I went in and looked. It’s a half a man wide tunnel.

“Maybe it was only at the beginning of the building of the cemetery that it was not torn, so the other side was not affected by the mudslides, passing through the tunnel, and perhaps it was possible to see the thieving holes dug by the ancients. The teacher says:

Squeeze through the tunnel, it’s like drilling into a mother’s womb. It’s more like a tiny crack than a hysteria, where the hands and feet stretch out and strangulate.

Ten metres have been climbed, and the gap at the foot is so narrow that the baby can pass.

We’re almost emptied, we’re crawling, we’re moving. I had a bad feeling that the geology would suddenly change, that the caves would narrow, that people would be stuck, and had to die in the dark.

After climbing for about 20 or 30 minutes, Fatso stopped first and said he had a cramp.

“That’s a lot of shit!” I’m sorry.

I feel a little cool on my forehead, like a wind blowing, and I take a mine light to the deep, and I’m like, “There may be a hole ahead. I’m sorry.

Listening to this, everyone rose up, each with his sweat and continued to climb.

Soon, I touched a giant bell mast.

I stepped up and tried, and there was some space on one side, a fine stitch that could barely pass.

I went in with a sew, and a couple of people came in, and only Fatty almost got stuck in the sew. I pulled him out.

You’ve been in a narrow place for a long time and you’ve just come out and you feel like a football field.

There is a Quadripartite stone room, free of obstacles, and the light of the flashlight can be lighted very far.

Everybody sit down and drink water and rest. The teacher was sitting on the floor, he was old, and the climb cost him most of his strength.

We brought water and medicine out of the bag, and the teacher looked around, and he pulled me down, and said, ‘Get a chance to run fast.’ Don’t stay here. It’s okay for others, except you.”

Speaking of which, Fatty suddenly came upside down and said, “I’m ticklish, I’ll have some medicine! I’m sorry.

The teacher shuts up.

I wonder what he’s going to say, but look at him, he won’t ask.

“What is this?” I’m sorry.

He put a brass plate in front of him.

“Get off. Uncle Sun pushed him away and went down to see.

And I came up and looked at it, and I only saw a lot of money on a brass plate, and it was made of copper.

“The owner’s pocket money.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. “It’s the hand that’s coming up and looking.

The teacher suddenly broke up and grabbed Sun’s wrist and cried, “Don’t move!” I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun’s face is blue. He’s got his hands back.

The teacher pointed at the coin, and said, “It’s not ancient, it’s copper.” Look, head-to-face, back-to-back poetry, like money, it’s… I’m sorry.

“What is this?” I’m sorry.

“An ancient game. According to the number of walkers of the fair money, you’re going to choose to go to–“

It’s not over yet. It’s screaming again.

As soon as Uncle Sun turned back, he yelled, “What the hell! I’m sorry.

He was only seen with a flashlight on the wall, where he had the light pierced and showed a red blood.

“Oh, shit is blood. I’m sorry.

The sound of the barrel is excavating.

“More than that. Uncle Sun said he ran over and wiped the walls with his sleeves, with his hand-gun.

He’s got an entire contours under his hand-light, and a face is on top of blood.

“This is the Jade Man?” I’m sorry.

I’ve never seen anything like this, a whole real-sized jade. And the face of the jade is like an imager, and it’s vague, but it’s a little familiar.

Archaeological experts and grave robbers were all excited.

After the excitement, Sun calmed down first: “Don’t fucking look at it.” We’ll find a way out. I’m sorry.

“Let’s dig out a piece of blood and get some of it.”

Don’t move! You know how valuable this thing is? It’s a discount. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun yelled back, and then sent another job, and he told everyone to split up.

That road just now looks like it’s going to die.

We split up, and for a little while, Uncle Sun came to me and said, “Come here, girl.” I’m sorry.

I followed him back to the blood.

And I thought he had given birth to the idea of a graft, and wished to tell him that it was hard to open, but he whispered, “Don’t tell them, they’ll freak out. I’m sorry.

He means the head of the Jade Man.

I suddenly found that the Jade man’s head was a little forward, as if he had crawled out of a cave, leaning forward a little bit, so that he could dig his head out.

I’m staring.

“This thing is alive? I’m sorry.

9

“How can a stone live?” There must be a machine. I’m sorry.

I’m a little ashamed to call a grave-thrower and not know.

“I see this Jade Man may have something to do with something called Fairy Money. There’s no simple thing to put in here. “Uncle Sun, think about what else to say, but is interrupted by a bibbles shouting.

“Uncle Sun, Stone Man! I’m sorry.

I was scared and I watched him get closer, and suddenly I felt wrong. I’m sorry.

It’s too late. Two pies are flying up and the copper is scattered.

One of the coppers grunted in front of me, and I picked it up, and there was an old man on his face, with his eyes standing up, and the top right corner, with the dead.

I shake my hands and look back.

It was etched on the back: “Do not think that the gates of heaven will not be opened in order to bring the cinnamon to the palace.”

I read the line, and my head was covered, and I saw a flower, and the teacher came straight at me.

The teacher took the coin in my hand, he had a copper plate on his hands, he looked at it, and his lips were shaking and he said:

“It’s over. It’s a foul. The game is not a foul! I’m sorry.

Nobody talks. Time’s stuck.

Strange sounds coming from around.

Those acrimonys, like countless frictions, chains hanging together, have become a symphony.

“The Stoneman is here! Two pies screaming, pointing at some dark place.

Our flashlight hits the four walls, but the light in the corner is so thin that there’s nothing close to it.

The sound of chain rubbing is becoming more and more disciplined, squeaky, and the eardrums are breaking.

Uncle Sun shouted and pressed the sound: “Get back! Get away from it!”

But his eyes were still on the Jade man, and I didn’t know what magic it was. I took a mine light and I saw a foot on the ground.

I find it creepy that the Jade man’s head and feet have reached out to the wall as if they were coming towards us.

My heart is ringing, my teacher pulls up, and Uncle Sun grabs two pies and kicks the fat one in the barrel, and we’re all going to the hole.

But that hole disappeared.

“There’s a fucking stoneman in there.” I’m sorry.

“What the hell is this?” I’m sorry.

“I want to fucking ask. It’s got to be some kind of machine. I’m sorry.

“It’s not a scolding moment, something has come out. I said:

My mine light lit up the scene and it was a nightmare. There came a giant stoneman on all sides, who looked like that jade, but bigger, surrounded by long chains that extended into the dark corners.

We didn’t find the stoners because they were hiding in the rocks. As soon as the machine triggers, one goes out. They’re coming from four corners towards us.

“Get out of here, against the wall! I’m sorry.

Now, before they come together, let’s head south to the wall. A few seconds later, the Stones slowly changed their course and came towards us again.

And the drum murmurs, “What is the matter with this stone?” I’m sorry.

I looked around a week ago and I suddenly found the blooded man’s head coming to us slightly, and I couldn’t see his face.

I’ve got a big bang in my heart, and I’ve pulled Uncle Larson, pointing at the Jade Man.

The atmosphere is so strange.

After half a second of silence, Uncle Sun shouted, “Seen a ghost.” What the hell is wrong with you? If it’s alive, give it a I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun drew dirt guns.

But the teacher stopped him: “It was not a human being, but a creature that looked like a human being, and it was useless to pierce his head. I’m sorry.

And as soon as that was done, Uncle Sun and I reacted faster, and asked the teacher, “What shall we do? I’m sorry.

The teacher choked.

I looked closely at the stoners, and I thought, “Are these stoners coming to us by themselves?” Do they look familiar? I’m sorry.

“Who cares about this? I’m sorry.

And I took an idea and said: I have an idea. We have a chance to get out. Look at those chains. I’m sorry.

I pointed at the chain around the stone:

“These chains and the stone of the Easter Island are the same thing. The chain was tied to the eye of the stone, and the force was evenly swayed to the right and the right, and the stone was swung, and it came like long legs.

“It aimed at us, not with eyes, but with chains. That’s what controls them. And the more we lean down, the faster they come up. I’m sorry.

“No, I don’t understand. Go ahead. What do we do?”

“We run towards it, and it slows down. It drilled out of the wall, it was a door. I’m sorry.

When I came up with the idea, everyone listened to the silence, except Uncle Sun, who came up with the idea: “Do it.” I’m sorry.

Then he turned his head and looked at the barrel, and turned again to the pie: “Go around and draw their attention.” I’m sorry.

Two pies run first. The five of us go straight ahead.

I can’t believe the Stoneman is standing still and watching us rush into it.

I can’t see anything with the flashlights, but I can only assume that this thing is really short-sighted and can’t see us.

It drags a long chain, rubbing the ground and stretching to a crack in the corner of the dark.

“This is it. “Uncle Sun, when he said so, suddenly turned his head, and his butt was down, and he was loaded.

The box put the teacher in, ordered him to “see the old man” and then kicked Fatso in. I was just about to catch up, and the barrel went in first and found a head.

He looked behind my back and looked up.

I’m turning around and I’m seeing Uncle Sun die. Uncle Sun couldn’t get away with it, threw a gun butt in the face and kicked his foot off.

Two of them fell on the floor, and two stoners swayed towards him.

In the end, I only saw the twigs wrapped around the stoneman’s chains, and when the stoneman stepped on him, he couldn’t make a hum.

Uncle Sun fired two shots, broke the iron locks that were entangled in his feet and jumped at me. I didn’t look back, and he pushed me into the cave.

I’m in a hole, I’m out, I’m out, I’m out.

A few seconds later, Fatty was on the other side of the cave asking out loud what was going on.

Fatty and the teacher were not aware of the situation and were only crawling at a time when they were in deep caves.

I want to stay away from Uncle Sun and climb towards the teacher.

Behind me, the barrel grabs Uncle Sun, “What’s going on?” Why did you leave the pie?”

“No way. I’m sorry.

“How can I not? I’m sorry.

“Don’t you fucking understand? Nobody’s a target. We can’t hide. It’s the kid’s fault. I’m sorry.

Once Uncle Sun has spoken, the barrel is silent.

My little fatty in front of me made a sound of surprise.

I said, “What’s wrong? I’m sorry.

The little fat soaked for a while and said, “There’s a hole, I’m stuck. I’m sorry.

Take a picture of the mine light, and when the fat guy comes in front of the teacher, he falls into the pit. Fortunately, there’s plenty of fat on the waist, and the hard-body’s stuck in the hole.

Me and the teacher pulled him out.

Sun and the barrel will come together, and his flashlight will be on me, and suddenly he says, “Don’t step on it.” I’m sorry.

I just found out there’s a thick anklet on my feet. I saw the same chain on the stoneman before, which cast a shadow on me and Uncle Sun.

The chain extends to the hole where Fatty fell in. I looked around, and the chain went in, and the middle section was stuffed with white flowers.

Uncle Sun went in with one hand and grabbed him for half a day, and pulled a bunch of things.

“Human bones. I’m sorry.

It’s a long yellow bone, like a little leg bone.

My throat was tight, and I said, “Are they the stoners?”

“There’s a lot of dead seniors in this tomb, most of them in the way of those things. “Uncle Sun downplayed that he pulled a rope out of his bag and tied it to my waist and let me drill down.

And I thought, “Well, this shit’s not over, so I said, “Let’s go up, not down.” I’m sorry.

“Uncle Sun: This hole is dug by hand, stronger than a soluble hole, and there is no other way out. I’m sorry.

I had to admit it. I was caught by the barrel on the other side of the rope and put me down.

The hole is narrow, but the bottom is widening. Suddenly, something touched my shoulder.

I turned back and hit two black hole holes in my eye.

My heart was pounding, and I cried to it, “There is a dry body. I’m sorry.

The teacher was in a hurry and said, “Bring people up. I’m sorry.

I said, “No, no. “I can’t stop thinking about it.

The body was in parallel with me, and I was hard-headed, and I checked the dry bodies.

It has been dead for some years, only white bones, hanging in a hole, both feet gone, and it appears that the human bones just found were his legs.

I saw it chained to death, and I couldn’t move, so I had to take a head off and search it.

There’s nothing on it. It’s got a watch on it. I pulled it off.

I pulled the rope, dropped it less than two meters, and my feet were on the ground. I showed them this watch.

In addition to the period of stagnation, there is a Chinese word for “7” and a number for “13”.

“The mechanical form with the calendar window. Uncle Sun said, “Marriage in the 1980s is all three of these, watches, bicycles, sewing machines. This watch is free of batteries and leaves with a few wrinkles a day. I’m sorry.

We said, “This is the date of his death.” I’m sorry.

We’re silent, we can’t imagine it. Hanging here, eating or drinking, waiting to die. Maybe that’s what he’s trying to survive.

“It’s a grave robber, too. I’m sorry.

And suddenly, the drum said, “Is the cake also…”

He broke the barrel, not because he was angry. He said, “Listen, there is water.” I’m sorry.

Could be a water hole.

We’re running out of water at this time, and we need to be replenished. Everything else is immediately forgotten.

In a moment, Fatty screamed, “There’s water in the wall. I’m sorry.

And I listened to it as if it were empty, and it was water.

A few of us went down and broke the wall, and we did see it coming down.

10

The drums were too busy putting the kettle up, and Uncle Sun knocked out his hand and yelled, “Be careful to drink!” It’s just like the sea. Drink it and throw up and down. I’m sorry.

And We touched the wall and said: Is this not a rock? No wonder there’s water. There seems to be a flow of water at the top. Don’t worry. If the water can get out, so can people. I’m sorry.

And my words drew up a bit of morale, and his uncle said, “Now, if no one is left behind, his body will not last.” I’m sorry.

Fatty took a gravitational clean bag of water and we sat on the floor and we ate compressed cookies. The teacher closed his eyes.

It’s a bad situation. We’re stuck in a grave, and when we get out of here, it’s not weird that these grave robbers didn’t kill us.

But now I don’t have any weapons or equipment.

I was unconscious and I pulled out the watch that was taken from the dry body, and there was a word on its back. Mostly the name of the dead man.

A man with a father and a mother and a family name just died in a shadow.

And I gave a little compassion, and stood up and said, “I will put the dry body down, and blame the poor for hanging. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun said, “You better not move. I’m sorry.

He shakes his hands and shows his side of the gun. I had to sit down again.

But when I sat down, I realized that there was no one left, and I was astonished: “Where’s Daddy?” I’m sorry.

The teacher disappeared. He was on the wall.

We looked at each other, lost face. I was the first to jump up and look around.

Fatty ran to where the teacher had just sat, and his head was almost in stone.

I pulled a belt and said, “Are you crazy? I’m sorry.

“There’s an excuse. “The sound of little fat boredom is coming.

I pulled him away and looked at the rock. Turns out that the stone looked big, but thin, and it came out with a hole in the back, and it wouldn’t be surprising if a skinny guy fell back in.

I yelled “Daddy” at the bottom of the hole, and I didn’t say anything. It’s probably empty, or worse, deep, and it knocks people out.

“Give me the rope, I’ll go down there. I’m sorry.

I just finished listening to a sound coming from the bottom of the hole. It’s from the teacher.

I’m relieved I didn’t seem to fall. But I couldn’t hear what he said, so Fatty put a rope on my waist and hung it in the hole.

This hole is even smaller, and it has to be moved to get in.

All of a sudden, there was a sound from a very close place: “Don’t move!” I’m sorry.

I turned my head and saw the teacher grab the flashlight and kneel down.

I am under a huge coffin wrapped in a posh coffin, which I can see is a casket of nobles.

Just jump down, it could break the coffin. The teacher pulled me and I fell down against the wall.

I said, “What happened? Another grave room?”

“Look carefully. The teacher says:

I hit a mine light and looked around, and I took a breath of air.

The grave room is small, but there are 13 walls. The walls are high and there are pottery and ceramics.

No wonder the teacher’s eyes are staring out. If we had entered Han’s tomb before, it would have been longer. There’s even stone in the funeral.

I feel very strange, this place is completely different from what I imagined.

The more you walk, the less you look like a grave, the more you look like a time tunnel. Walking forward, is it early in the day? How far back is human history?

Or go back inside, and there’s a history of humanity?

I’m not chilly.

There’s a noise coming up.

“The barrel, you go down there. I’m sorry.

“I don’t know if it’s dangerous. I’m sorry.

“Fuck…” Uncle Sun used a series of dialects to insult people.

After a while, the barrel came down, and Uncle Sun was behind him, except for the fat one, who couldn’t fit in.

Then he came down and frowned and said, “As the main tomb.” Why is the tomb of a war nation still under Han? I’m sorry.

He touched the northeast corner, and the dark stone room was neutral about a big copper plume. He shot the tap, the teacher stopped him, and they almost got into a fight.

I’ve been working on it, and the box has begun to break. I had to help to prevent him from destroying a whole coffin.

In the middle of the recovery of the coffin, the strange colours of the coffin were revealed, and the more I saw it, I called the teacher.

“This is not the right line. It doesn’t look like an ordinary coffin. I’m sorry.

The teacher looked at it and said, “It’s a clitoris. It’s usually only for copper, and it’s never been used in a coffin.”

“What the fuck. I’m sorry.

Crack it up and stick it in the casket.

The barrel crowbar took off and the eye was almost like that, staring at the coffin.

We didn’t know what was going on, and we watched the coffin move, and we moved again.

Look at me, look at him.

“As if there was something in it,

It’s not finished yet. It’s like a popcorn machine. It’s shaking again.

I felt bad, and turned back towards my teacher, “Go, something is coming out.”

The coffin exploded and a huge force fell upon me.

Right away, I realized it was a current, like a main pipe. I ran into the grave wall, black eyes, almost fainted, so that the teacher finally pulled me and pulled me behind.

In a while, a third of the tunnel has been flooded.

“It’s the Dark River. Sun says.

I’ve also learned a little bit in my head that it’s a tributary of the Dark River and that it’s flowing under the coffin. The casket was probably a retrofitted sarcophagus, which suddenly fell into the death trap when the grave robbers targeted themselves in the immediate future.

I took a plate and tried to pull the rope from above the bridge.

Uncle Sun took away the rope from me and put it in the water.

I thought I couldn’t wait until the water got over my head and tied the rest of the rope to the teacher.

The water will not reach its waist.

I picked up the teacher’s feet and pulled him up.

Uncle Sun has climbed up to most of us, Fatty yells at us, and the water is squeezing. I swung the ropes and suggested that Fatty pull the teacher up.

When I started climbing, the water was flooding my neck. It’s a good thing I’m doing a lot of exercise, and I’m suffocating, and I’m stomping, and I’m stomping on the wall.

When we reached the halfway point, the rope came down. Fatty came to pick me up. I just grabbed the rope, and I felt a little tight, and I looked down, and the barrel followed. I thought he washed away.

The drums were shaking the rope and shouted at me, “…come up! I’m sorry.

But he said it wasn’t like water.

Most of him is in the water. And I thought, because of that water pressure, it wouldn’t blow up, so I pushed him to climb up with a rope. But when the voice went off, it felt like there was a flower in front of me and something pushed me down, and obviously it wasn’t a barrel.

The water’s running through half the caves, and it’s growing. I didn’t notice. The rope ran away.

But that force quickly broke out, and I stood up on the wall, crawling up, and ate a few sips of water, and my knees and both hands were balding the wall.

The little chubby out of the hole.

We’ve been through this for nine years, and we’ve both been watching each other, and we’ve just fallen on the ground and we’ve been breathing. When I came over, I looked under the hole and the barrel was gone.

My heart cried out wrong, wiped my eyes and looked at them, and it was not until I found the barrel upside-down on a chain of chains and on my head and feet.

I didn’t react. I just felt like it was an impossible physical position.

I yelled, and he didn’t respond.

It’s impossible to climb up backwards. I tried to grab his feet. But he’s too big for me, and I can’t do it.

Uncle Sun also grabbed the other foot of the barrel, but in a few minutes he let go.

I hastened: “Put him up! I’m sorry.

“It’s useless. His neck is broken. “Uncle Sun said, “Sit down on the floor, hands in his pants to touch smoke, but it was wet.”

I looked in the hole, and the cylinder was drowned, wrapped up in a chain, just like that dry body…

We sat on the floor and digested the bad news. There are only four living people left in this hole, with no head, no brain.

Two grave robbers have died. We found a way, and we can control him in turn. But can we still find a way?

I’m black in my heart and in my eyes, and I’m unconscious to ask Uncle Sun what to do.

Uncle Sun: It’s 2:00 in the morning. I’m sorry.

And I did not know how to respond, and he said, “Whether or not there is a way, it is necessary to restore strength. Gotta get some sleep. I’m sorry.

After that, he lay on his side. After two brothers died, he fell asleep on the back of his head … This man is a little scary.

I’m not moving. Turn off the lights and save the electricity. I’m thinking.

For some time, in the dark, someone pulled my sleeve.

It’s Fatty. And he drew near me, whispering, “I found a way. I’m sorry.

When I didn’t respond, Fatty pulled me up and walked quietly across the stone room. He took the mine light on my waist and lit the scene.

“What is this?”

Fatso wiped the stone wall with his sleeve, so I saw it again, and a huge jade door was hidden in the stone wall. The light of the mine went into it with a very shallow red.

“When the water was pouring out, a large amount of rock fell, and I found a stitch here. I’m sorry.

He means somewhere on the wall. The door was connected to the wall, but for a straight gap in the middle, it could not be seen as a door.

“Open the door, there must be a way up. I’m sorry.

After he said it, he didn’t do it, he just looked at me. I’m kind of weird, pushing this door, not moving.

Don’t open it! I’m sorry.

Me and Fatty go back and talk to the teacher. The teacher’s face was so bad, his eyes were so straight, it wasn’t like he was here.

I grabbed him and whispered, “Is he not feeling well?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t open the door.” We’ve all just seen it. There’s too many organs. Moreover, a similar situation occurred in the past when the Black City was dug. Close the room for a thousand years and as soon as the air enters it becomes ash. I’m sorry.

I nodded and said, “Don’t get caught again by accident. I’m sorry.

On one side: lying. Quite a lie.

Where’s the vacuum closed? You really think you’re in Ignacio?

I can’t lie to you, and I can’t fool Uncle Sun.

We told Uncle Sun that when he saw the Jade Gate, he looked at the teacher and looked at me, and suddenly, he raised a rifle against his eyebrow.

“I’ve lost two brothers. Tell me, how much do you know? What are those stone people? I’m sorry.

We’ll all be quiet and look to the teacher.

The teacher must know something but won’t say it. And now I want him to be honest.

And when the teacher was sweating as rain, and I was trying to persuade him, he whispered, “A man of sight.” I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun, “Ah?”

“Hands. The teacher said:

I pulled the gun and touched the teacher’s forehead. It was hot.

“He’s burned. He’s infected. I’m sorry.

I took a look at the teacher’s neck and the rash had spread to the chest. From the back to the chest, tied to the waist like a tape, almost bound to the left.

Isn’t that a snake? I thought, “There’s a saying in the country that snakes must die.”

What kind of rash is this?

I didn’t tell my teacher about his rash, I told him it was better and I needed to sleep.

Uncle Sun closed his eyes against the wall. He slept with a gun.

I fell asleep for a moment, I woke up, I touched the person next to me, and I only touched the cold ground.

The teacher is gone.

Eleven.

I woke up Fatso and told him he was gone.

Come on, Fatty. We’ve been poking around, we haven’t found anyone.

I don’t think that’s where it fell again. I’ve been searching every day for my master.

Fatty, look at me, it’s like he’s a little hesitant, and I feel like he’s hiding something from me and he’s rushing to talk.

“The teacher kept me from telling people. He is now. “The cognitive disorder has begun.” I’m sorry.

Cognitive Disorder… commonly known as Alzheimer’s.

Fatty went on to say, “The old man’s head is bad, and he’ll probably lose his job overnight. Fortunately, when you went down to the cave, I touched it all over the place, but I didn’t see a way out. I’m sorry.

I am indeed appalled by the teacher’s illness, but I think it’s important to find him now.

“It’s in the door. I said:

Fatty nod his head.

I’ve been touching the walls for half a day, not sure what the machine is. Try to get blind cats to kill rats, push hard and the door opens.

Why didn’t you push it before?

I’ll put the mine light in and take a look around. There’s nothing to see but thick darkness. There’s nothing but darkness behind this door.

Then he pushed me, and put me in the suture of the door, and I couldn’t reach him, and he whispered, “A voice.” I’m sorry.

We held our breath and heard a strange sound in the dark, like teeth grinding, like carpentry.

Me and Fatty went along with the sound, touched the black hand and almost hit a giant pole.

I’ve seen this triad before, but it looks different.

At first glance, it’s drawn on the pole. But looking at it, it turns out that it’s snake-like, or touch, with a face and a hand.

I saw the goose bumps rise. And then the strangeness of the grinding of the teeth came closer.

I felt the sound coming from above my head, trying to shine the mine light over my head, and I was seeing a head coming out of behind the stone.

I almost fell back and my head shrunk.

The darkness is empty again.

I’m cold, I’m thinking about what humans are doing so fast, and on top of my head, that’s the top of the pillar… Can’t the head act alone?

Sister! “And when Fatty cried out, and I turned around and saw Fatty fall on the ground.

I helped him up, he had a finger around him. I looked at it and thought it was a nightmare.

The teacher was lying down on that pillar, biting the pillar in a strange, unhuman position.

The sound I just heard was probably the sound of his teeth rubbing rocks. How can a man’s teeth bite a stone? He’s full of blood.

The blood-stained pillar depicts people like a woman’s face…

I shake my head and focus on the teacher: “Teacher, what are you doing? I’m sorry.

When the teacher looked up, I found out that he had a long gap between his eyes and his eyebrow, as if he had an eye that would open from here…

I don’t know.

I’m scared to wake up. The teacher, with three eyes closed, saw me somehow and suddenly came at me.

I only have two steps back, and then I snap, and there’s something on my head and on my teacher.

The teacher shrunk into the dark.

I took a look at it. It’s a rotten lumber.

Don’t move! I’m fucking talking about you! “A voice in the back of me said,

Turn around, Uncle Sun has sneaked in, carrying a dirt gun, straight to me.

And I raised my hands, and said: I am not armed. Something happened to my father.”

“That’s not your father, and that’s not you! “Uncle Sun stopped me and didn’t turn his eyes at me.

That’s when I found out he was pointing his gun at me, not Fatty.

Fatty looked at him and said, “The gun’s in the water. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun is silent.

I thought that was most of the reason he threw it over the brass, instead of shooting directly.

It’s just why there’s a tension between Fatty and Uncle Sun. What’s the contradiction between them?

“Bring me out or I’ll shoot you.” I brought this little girl in as promised. I’m sorry.

I’m stuck in my head.

What?

12

“What’s going on? I’m sorry.

Fatty didn’t talk. After a while, he turned to me:

“Sister, I’ll tell you a secret. Teacher was here 30 years ago. I’m sorry.

“30 years ago? I don’t know what he’s talking about.

“Thirty years ago, the Queen’s Mother’s research team came here. Teacher’s main subject, oh, mine. At that time, we fought a lot about the subject. I didn’t think he’d kill me one day. Right here, he left me here as a victim. I’m sorry.

“Kill you? * I’m dry in my mouth * You weren’t born 30 years ago, were you? I’m sorry.

Fatty was just smiling, rubbing his eyes and wearing glasses.

I didn’t know he needed glasses, but all of a sudden, his face and look changed. It’s not like my scoundrel.

Although the face was still young, there was no young man in the eyes.

I haven’t responded yet. Uncle Sun changed his face.

“You, you were the one who choked in his throat.”

Fatty was laughing, and he said, “Go on, who am I?” I’m sorry.

Qi. “You’re the madman who forced me to dig a hole 10 years ago! How are you? You’re not already…”

Fatty, I was dead. Because the master needed me, I couldn’t refuse her. But now I’ve got someone for me. This time it’s him. He’s the one who’s sorry. I’m sorry.

“All”? You… your last name is Qi…”

I’ve got no idea what I’m talking about.

But when Uncle Sun said Qi, I suddenly thought about it in my head, and I took out the watch with the word “Qi” in my pocket and passed it to Fatty.

I don’t know what to think. I just want him to explain.

But Fatty only looked at it and said, “This watch is for you.” Live to die in this place without this watch, not even knowing the time. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun said, “So it’s true that you’re not his son and you’re him. No, whose body was that in that hole? I’m sorry.

“Of course it’s mine. “It’s hard to imagine what it’s like to die in that place.” So far I remember the pain of the legs and the hand cut off. I’m sorry.

He spread out like a martyr.

The hair of his forehead was lifted, a stand-up eye was opened, and the last taste of man was lost.

I’m just thinking. For example, the dead hand was his, and he carved those words.

He’s immortal. Fatty isn’t fat.

But…

We said: I do not believe. It makes no sense. I’m sorry.

Fatty grunted, and suddenly leaped over and caught something in the dark.

He grabbed the teacher’s ankle and dragged him out of the corner:

“Your good students say no, don’t you think? I’m sorry.

The teacher was holding his head tight, like he was dreaming, and later he looked up and his eyes were open. He doesn’t have a third eye, but two normal eyes are no longer normal.

And he looked at me, and cried, and said, “He had kidnapped me for six months, and I was under surveillance for eating and eating, and I could not ask anyone for help.”

“I’ve been insinuating to you to run away as soon as possible, but you won’t listen. I’m sorry.

Fatso smiled twice, like a dog, and photographed his teacher’s head, and he continued, “That’s a good one. He tried to trick you into coming here. After that, you’re the one who replaces us here to serve Mother West.

“You should be happy that she chose you. I’m sorry.

He said that to me.

What did Fatty say to the teacher? The teacher looked at me and closed his eyes.

I feel wrong. Next second, I’m walking around and I’ve been hit by a teacher. I took off my mine light, lost all my sight at once and only heard Uncle Sun scream.

After a while, I gradually recovered consciousness and found a little light. As he climbed in the light, Uncle Sun sat in place.

I followed his eyes and found the Jade Gate closed.

Fatty closed the door, and all we had was equipment and dry food on the other side of the door, and it was never exported.

13

And when We passed through God, We only heard Uncle Sun scolding the Jade Gate and yelling at me.

And We interrupted him: “Why has there not been light?” I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun: Don’t waste electricity. I’m sorry.

Is there a way out?

Uncle Sun hit me in the back of the head. He said, “Why are you so negative at a young age? I haven’t given up.” I’m sorry.

I don’t know what to say either. In the dark, I think back, what just happened.

I understand the truth a little bit, but the more I think about it, the more I feel ridiculous, scary and unable to continue thinking.

We said to Uncle Sun, “Did you lie when you dug a hole ten years ago? You went down to the grave ten years ago and killed your companion and dumped your body in the grave. I’m sorry.

In the dark, the voice of Uncle Sun is clear:

“It was an accident. I don’t know what he’s thinking. He just jumped on me. I resisted, and the little heads of these intellectuals were so thin, they hit the wall, they didn’t breathe. I had to run away… what happened in the tomb, didn’t take it to the ground. I’m sorry.

After he had said, he continued with his murmur: “The first sight of his body was in that ear room when he first went down.

“When I dug a hole with that lunatic ten years ago, he was older than me. When he came back and said he wanted to buy my work, I was surprised that he said he was the son of the crazy guy.

“I don’t think he’s crazy, but he’s very organized. On the whole, he doesn’t know how his father died, and he’s paid enough. Who can think of this grandson as a child?”

And he said, “Here again, he can’t say it again, but he turned to me and said, “You read so many books and explain what the hell is.” I’m sorry.

I couldn’t help but say, “I can’t explain how I read the school library.” The situation now transcends human awareness. No matter how strange, it must be accepted. What do you mean you took me to the grave as promised? I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun: That’s it. I don’t know why. You don’t have a personal grudge against him. I’m sorry.

We said: fart, it is against him that you have an enemy. You killed him. I’m sorry.

He choked and said, “Why is the dead alive?” I’m sorry.

This time I’m silent. I pulled out the phone.

Uncle Sun: There’s a signal in this place. We donate all our telecommunications. I’m sorry.

I said, “Let’s write a suicide note while there’s another one.” I’m sorry.

I’m not kidding. I thought it would be necessary to write down the conclusions that have been reached so far, in the event that I die here, at least in part.

The reason I’m being tricked down may be connected to that fresco woman who looks very similar to me.

But what does it matter? Isn’t it like Sun said, my ancestors built graves? I never heard of it.

“I’m not writing a fucking suicide note on my phone. Who’s watching that thing when it’s dead? Sun says.

I moved, I put down my phone and used the light of the phone to look around the pillars.

He’s right. If I want to leave a will, what about the man who died in the grave before?

As soon as I told Uncle Sun, he turned around and woke up and let me see.

It’s not far from us. It’s in a rock. And what makes me so hairy is whether it’s a coincidence or not it’s the pillar on which the teacher bites and where the blood remains.

The writings on the pillars are very deep and at first they are quite neat.

“I’m dying today. I was killed.

Throw me out here. Without food and water, I won’t last three days.

I believe that the answer to the Western Mother’s mystery is now. He has always resisted the excavation, and I think that we can overcome his doubts by being duly persuaded.

But now it looks like he’s been hiding. In order not to let me continue my search, he even hurt me. All right. Early July, 1993. I’m sorry.

We saw it here, looked for it, found another handwriting elsewhere.

“There is no way out here. I now see that there is no physical way out, and what I am looking for is another level of the way out. July 13th. I’m sorry.

When Sun saw this place, he said, “Did he live for six days without water or food?” I’m sorry.

I shake my head, “No. Look at this writing time. I’m sorry.

I’m pointing at the last blur:

“It was 1996. That is to say, he lived in the hole for three years and six days. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun turned his hand back like it was hot. The light is gone.

“Is he really not gonna die?”

I said, “If not dead here, the bodies found earlier are fake. But what do you think?”

“Uncle Sun: I’ll give you a hundred tickets. They’re all bodies. I’m sorry.

We were silent for half a day and finally swallowed it.

I summed up: “So people will die here, but they will come back.” It doesn’t understand the principle, but in this way it’s alive. You saw it 10 years ago. It’s older than you. I calculated that the teacher was 55 years old, which means he was only 25 years old. He used some way to grow up in a grave. I’m sorry.

I finally spit out the word “bred” and feel like a caterpillar in my stomach.

Then his reaction was greater, and I even felt he was shaking, and it was only half a day that he said, “Do not fucking scare me.” I’ve been down to my grave since I was a kid, and I’ve been down hundreds of graves, and I’ve never been as scared as I am today. I’m sorry.

But I was scared of my thoughts for another reason, and I said, “This is not the problem. I’m sorry.

“What is that?”

“The ability to grow up in a grave means he has to eat in a grave. He can find food, and so can we. I’m sorry.

After hearing this, Uncle Sun applauded, as if he could not remember what had happened before, with joy: “Good, good.” You’re not a dead man. I’m listening to you. I’m sorry.

It’s a good conclusion, or it’s just me and him.

I think of it as another shock.

Does it survive by eating its own body?

Nope. I shake my head, and this idea is so chilling.

We continued to touch the pillars, but the next words were all messed up, and Uncle Sun said, “Perhaps later the flashlight went out, black-written.” I’m sorry.

I’m back near the stone pillar.

And then I felt queaky under my feet. At first I thought it was a long time ago, and I fell down and touched the ground, and I felt wrong.

The moment I saw it right under my eyelids, my scalp was tight and the ground was full of tiny bones.

And he looked at him and said: This is not a human bones, like a chicken. I’m sorry.

And I said, “No geese. I’m sorry.

And Uncle Sun looked down, and said, “Maybe.” How many geese are dead? I’m sorry.

And I looked into it, and I felt colder in my heart, and I said, “These bones may all be of that goose.” I’m sorry.

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“Ass, I got one goose. It’s gonna be tens of thousands. I’m sorry.

And I said, “Maybe the reason he survived here is because he ate these geese which breed. I’m sorry.

“…you just fucking opened your mouth. I’m sorry.

“I’m not lying. Think again. I’m sorry.

My words were particularly shocking to Uncle Sun, who hasn’t spoken for half a day and began to look around again.

I asked him what he was looking for, and he said, “The guy’s body should always be here. We only found the bones of the goose, but no human bones. I’m sorry.

He’s right.

If 10 years ago the man was Qi, then 30 years ago was he? Was there a goose 30 years ago? That makes it hard for me to understand.

In my head, the phrase “a different level of the way out” appeared.

I said, “Maybe he wasn’t a physical escape…”

I sat on my lap and I thought.

Uncle Sun doesn’t speak. I turned on the flashlight and looked around and found Uncle Sun on the floor.

I asked why. He looked up and he had rashes all over his face.

We said, “You have a rash. The same rash as the teacher.

I can’t believe you’re not afraid. “What’s next? With eyes or eyes? I’m sorry.

I did look him in the eye, but I found him with a lot of blood, and nothing changed.

Ask him how he feels. He only says, “Itchy, aren’t you? I’m sorry.

“Not itchy. ”I took a look at the cuffs, and I saw that all the blood that had been rubbed in the caves had been condensed.

Not only doesn’t hurt, but somehow I’m a little numb. I’m not so tired until now as if something strange had happened to me.

Sun complains: “Why is there no water?” I’m sorry.

I’m confused too. There is only one door away and, somehow, no more bellstones.

“Did you hear the water? And he said,

“Nothing. I’m sorry.

I can’t hear the sound of water. If people are so thirsty, they don’t look like little girls selling matches.

“It’s not a illusion, it’s not…” Uncle Sun said, and suddenly turned around and ran in a certain direction. I have long lost my sense of direction, and a man remains in the dark, and the horrors of being more oppressive than darkness have sprung up.

I lit up a little light on my phone, but I couldn’t see anything. So I didn’t suddenly hit my head, so I had to bend down and walk around on four limbs and call Uncle Sun.

I felt my body wrapped up in something before I reached the third call, and my cell phone flew out and I couldn’t even scream, and I got rolled away.

It happened too fast, and I just felt it was so huge, it felt like it was the first thing that got me into a casket, and it smelled like it was a very faint stench.

When my head is completely awake, I see only light in front of me, but I have no flashlight.

Looking up, I saw a giant creature that was glowing. It’s like a wall, full of my vision. In a second or two, I realized it wasn’t a living thing.

I got up, my head and body were empty, and I had to stare at it.

It’s a giant creature with 13 hands. I can’t see it all. It’s like a big tree. It’s buried deep in the ground. Thirteen touchy things stretch around. Those tentacles are thick as a thousand-year-old tree, full of scales.

The scales are filled with characters and stripes.

I’m only up to this thing’s calf, if it has a calf.

Those are as if there were many people on those scales, and one man’s head is like a stone, and he’s covered in it. It looks too fresh, too scary…

These people keep pouring into the head of this thing. It’s not like you’re in love with this creature.

I can’t move, I’ve never seen anything like it.

But suddenly, my head was sore, I turned around, and Uncle Sun was carrying my collar and saying, “Are you crazy? Wake up! I’m sorry.

“Where have you been? I’m sorry.

“I’m not going anywhere. I can’t keep up with you. I’m sorry.

And I looked back at that giant sculpture, which was filled with strange yellow and green light, and when Sun’s handlight hit it, it glowed. When there is no light, it’s just dark and there’s no pattern.

I asked Uncle Sun to see the painting.

He said, “I’m not going to see it until I’m sick, and you were on drugs, and you almost took it up.” I’m sorry.

He’s not lying. I saw his rash disappear.

I told him not to keep looking at the statue. It’s definitely a problem.

I asked why, after Fatso closed the door, I was in Uncle Sun’s eyes a lunatic who kept acting weird.

Apparently that door wasn’t some kind of institutional trap, and I was walking around, and Uncle Sun followed me to this weird place.

I’m still a little skeptical, I don’t know if I’m hallucinating or if he’s hallucinating.

We decided not to think about it until we found a possible escape route in the space while people were awake.

It’s a giant cave, 10 floors tall, and it’s a big fight. Monster sculptures are in the middle of the middle, with a terrible sense of supremacy.

And I retreated, and suddenly I touched the walls with a mooring mark, drawings and sculptures. The marks of the walls opened, the lines were coarse.

Despite all the surprises, I was shocked.

An ancient process of precision to millimetres does exist, but it is difficult to understand when applied to this scale.

I’m afraid there’s a team of tens of thousands of people working at the same time.

This cave cannot be so uniform in colour and soil if it is replenished from generation to generation.

When the designer digs a shovel, he’s built a whole picture. It’s not a genius. It’s impossible to calculate a giant building like this.

The same is true of paintings, where it feels strange, unlike the graphics and stories that have been drawn up in the human culture for thousands of years, as well as the grotesque style of the busy years.

Uncle Sun suddenly pointed his hand on one side. And I followed it. There was only a hole on this side of the ceiling, and there was a crumbling step beneath it.

There’s a gap of nearly a metre between steps. Each level reaches near the man’s waist, and the caves are rather dry, but the steps are like corrosive pits.

Somehow, I feel that this huge step cannot be built for humans.

“Go up and look. “Sun’s two hands are on the steps.

I’ve got a goose bump. Don’t want to climb up.

We said: Go, I want to see the murals. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun: Don’t you fucking do it alone. Get up here. I’m sorry.

I had to climb up. I looked back at the giant sculpture of the 13 hands.

I was thinking about the 13th hand.

I counted it, just as I climbed to the 13th step.

My knees are soft. Uncle Sun is still pushing me.

And I went back on a step, and my heart jumped, and I said, “There are no strange creatures in nature. Whether it’s an even number or a spider or an octopus. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Nature does not exist. It’s not man-made or foreign. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun didn’t speak. He’s funny about the giant, “Are you saying this is alien life?” I’m sorry.

“Don’t you think it’s like an altar? I’m sorry.

“The altar? I’m sorry.

And I thought about it, “Yeah, it’s getting better in my head.” It’s not even a grave. It’s for the 13 hands. The rest are funerals and traps. This place is built for it. It’s built for that thing. So there’s nothing about people here, because it’s not about people, it’s about people.”

I suddenly felt something looking at me.

When I looked around, my heart almost came out of my throat. On the statue of the 13 hands, it’s like a million eyes staring at me.

And one of the hands, it’s the unwitting direction I’m in.

It was then that I found those 12 steps behind me filled with men. They were all embedded in stone walls, unable to move, because they were stone people, and they were attached to them.

Only the 13th steps are empty, with a familiar copper plate.

I suddenly felt like it was to get me up.

I told Uncle Sun not to look at the statue.

“As long as there’s a light reflex, there’s a demon out there. I’m sorry.

I’m done. Uncle Sun’s face is stagnating and he’s going out the stairs.

Now it’s almost 10 meters away and the brains have to fall out. I pulled him back to the edge of the rock.

His flashlight hit me in the eye, and I saw nothing at all.

He turned his head and said, “What’s going on?” I’m sorry.

And We graze our eyes, and say, “I understand what it is.” We look at it, we see visions made of our own eyes, and that’s how it controls people. There’s no light here. It’s light. I’m sorry.

We opened our eyes and saw each other, but his flashlight was already off.

His face was full of fear.

Let’s go. Can’t stay here. Sun also saw the stoners. He meant the stoneman standing on the 12th step. “Isn’t this the red man? It’s not fucking slow. It’s fucking here! I’m sorry.

He pulled me, and I didn’t move, somehow I calmed down.

And I pointed to the copper plate and said, “This is not random. It should be a clue. We have to finish the game so we can find a way out of here. I’m sorry.

I crawled back to the ground with a copper plate and Uncle Sun.

I’ve been thinking about things.

Mother West’s historical record may be a metaphor, and she is not human at all.

Queen West is a code name. It can be called by any name, but it’s still a name.

This is a big “unknown creature” that shines in the dark.

I couldn’t help but ask Uncle Sun, “Do you think this is what we call the West?”

But Uncle Sun interrupted me: “Don’t think, this horrible thing, in human minds, you don’t understand. I’m sorry.

After we climbed back to the surface, two men turned their backs to the statue.

When we don’t look at it, it’s like a living thing. As soon as you look at it, it stays.

We said: “I do not know the fairy-picking.” But the teacher says it’s like flying chess, the ultimate goal of which is to occupy Pangley Island.”

Uncle Sun put his hand in the brass plate, but for a moment his hand stopped in the air as though he had been caught dead.

And he said, “I have sent down more graves than a girl who has eaten.” So I just had this feeling that I’d die in this grave. I’m sorry.

The stinging metallic frictions were again ringing. I’m…

They looked back, and the blood men on the steps slowly moved and slowly stopped in front of Uncle Sun.

It’s a strange life, as if it knew what it was doing, just couldn’t control speed, as if it were a beat of life, a few steps behind humans.

It’s an immortal life, and I suddenly thought.

I whispered, “What should we do? I’m sorry.

“You come. Uncle Sun is also staring at the blood. I’m sorry.

You can’t cut me, you can’t save me.

“I chose. I’m sorry.

Stop! “Uncle Sun turned around like he forgot to breathe for so long and took a breath of air.

“You go ahead. I’m sorry.

I put my hand above the copper plate, and my fingers were so stiff, I couldn’t grab the copper money. And that’s when I found all the bruises on my arm, and the red raisins looked like jade.

The moment my fingers fell, I suddenly thought of seven and thirteen on the panel in my pocket.

“Seven is the divide of the sun. I’m sorry.

My men consciously moved away and found the magic money engraved in a brass plate.

The coin is etched with a small letter: “On top of Penglai, it’s the one that’s going through the hole.” I’m sorry.

I was shaking, and then I realized it wasn’t me, but the ground was shaking. I haven’t responded yet. Uncle Sun fell first.

The blooded man swayed, and suddenly retreated, and a wind came from above us.

I crouched on my head.

The ceiling and the walls swayed like a black head out of the skin, with a pile of broken stones falling down and opening the caves on the tomb wall.

It’s like a big mountain’s hairy vein.

When the noise came back, Sun and I touched the ground.

I look around, “I didn’t pick the right money.” I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun ignored me, staring at the hole in the wall, and suddenly he got up and went into the hole.

I looked around, and the blood and the stone were gone, and only that giant stone was still standing.

Then uncle Sun climbed out of the hole on the other side, and said, “It’s connected, but it’s impossible for him to go to any place he can’t go.” I’m sorry.

I guess so. We have to find a cave that leads up and down. We don’t know what year it is.

With our lack of water and food, we may have died in one of the caves before we found a way to live, like those bones before.

The hole is like a natural dissolved hole, but the wall is almost evenly thick at about 50 centimetres.

There’s a cold wind in the cave, and I can only see the other black, and the lights don’t shine. We wandered around in the furry veins of the mountain, exhausted.

As I was about to give up, a boring voice came from deep into the cave:

“Is that you, Cheung?”

I’m holding. I couldn’t hear whose voice it was at first, and it was again, and I woke up and I shouted, “Are you the teacher?” I’m sorry.

I’m responding to a series of booms, like somebody was knocking on a stone wall.

I was just about to get my legs. Uncle Sun grabbed me.

I said, “Did you not hear me? The teacher speaks inside! I’m sorry.

“I didn’t hear anything. I saw you go crazy. I’m sorry.

I didn’t listen to him. I just thought I’d find a teacher with a sound.

Rats drilled holes for some time, and the caves were opening up and there was a strange rocky space.

“What’s this? I’m sorry.

Turn on the flashlight, it’s all white, and it’s like I’m in the snow.

The white rock layer spreads deep, and the ice-mounted rocks fall from high.

I listened carefully to the teacher’s voice, but only another noise.

“The water flows. * I’m so excited, yeah * This used to be a diversion of underground rivers. There’s a rocky groundwater down there! I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun: “The Underground River? There is a possibility. I’m sorry.

He got in front of me. I’m beginning to wonder if we’re hallucinating again. After a while of climbing up with Uncle Sun, the water became more visible and the caves became narrower.

In the end, the white bell mast forest disappeared, and there was a smooth-down silt beneath its feet.

We pass through the muddy beach, and the cave can almost only pass by side, and the currents under our feet come up, and the flashlight is followed by yellow.

I don’t care. I can’t drink it either. A lick tastes like sulfur.

“It’s weird now. The slope didn’t go down. I’m sorry.

Sun’s face was white, and he said, “The water is getting higher and higher. I’m sorry.

I was too busy placing my ears on the walls of the rock to hear the sound that was familiar when I looked at the geology.

“It’s raining, it’s raining. The water will rise fast! I’m sorry.

We look at each other, and we’re still in the ground. If it’s true, there’ll be a heavy rain, of course. Then, no matter how we move between the caves,

Uncle Sun is restless: “Want to go down again?” If you go any further down, you’ll drown your head! I’m sorry.

We said, “This is not how the current goes.” It has several tributaries, and there must be a space below which there must be no erosion. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun: Then get the fuck down! I’m sorry.

He pushed me, and I went down, and the water came down, and the ground went down, and it went down like a step down to a deeper hole, forming a small waterfall.

I took a picture of the bottom of the hole, and a flood came down and left behind the beach.

“Through the beach, it’s the river. “No rope, no anchor, no coming down. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun kicked me out.

I’m just saying half a sentence, and it’s almost without any obstacles. I can’t see anything in the dark space. I just feel like I’m in the water.

When Uncle Sun slipped down, I saw a green water under me, and the water looked clear.

Sun’s head was buried in the water and he reached out again:

“There’s fish in the cave, there’s live water, there’s a swam, there should be a way out. I’m sorry.

I also found out at the time that the little fish that swims in the water look like glazing. The glassfish, also known as the catfish, is the most common species in the cave.

I’m a regular water man. I let Uncle Sun go down to find water.

In a moment, he came out with a little water on his face and his voice was full of shock:

“Water flows up. I’m sorry.

I was told, “Up?”

“There’s something sucking me up. I’m sorry.

I thought, “Is that negative pressure? Like a well, hold your breath, or we’ll be on land. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun said, “No, no. I’ll float a few hundred meters and I’ll be dead! I’m sorry.

We’re in the water, we’re filling it with clean water, we’re sober.

I analyzed the geological conditions that we had passed before, and it was very likely that, as before, there would be some respiratory caves in the mountains. Besides…

“It’s a death to be left or left. Hold your breath for five minutes. I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun is calm and nod his head.

We took off the extra weight and Uncle Sun fixed his arm. I put on the watch, I wrinkled it, and I took care of the air break.

“Into the water, you follow the force, don’t do any small moves, save your strength to let it suck you out. Three minutes for a breath. I’m sorry.

I nod my head, and we’re in the water.

As soon as I got into the water, I sensed what he said. I barely squirted, and I was driven straight up by weird suction. Drill into the water hole, swam dozens of metres and entered another water.

When the gas was changed, it continued to reverse the water and drilled into another underwater hole.

I was almost floating to reduce physical activity. I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe.

Gradually, Uncle Sun slows down. I pushed his foot, and he didn’t move.

Not good. Probably drowned.

I pushed him, the water went up. Now it’s closer to rising than the reverse.

I’m not sure if I’m going to lose power or if I’m going to lose oxygen.

And when I finally had to hold my breath, my head suddenly surfaced. I had a big breath, and there was another patch, and I pulled Uncle Sun and slapped him.

He spits out water and wakes up.

He looked at me and suddenly said, “The monster spit.”

“What? I’m sorry.

“We go in the monster’s saliva, into its esophagus, no more…”

When I saw him faint again, I slapped him again, and he woke up.

When Uncle Sun woke up, I asked him what he was trying to say, and he was blindfolded and said nothing.

Why would he say that? Did we just pass through, not a cave, but…

I look at the watch and suddenly something’s wrong. We’re supposed to be in the water for less than four minutes, which is the limit of our diving, but it’s been 34 minutes and no humans can breathe for 34 minutes.

I don’t get it. Half a day I thought I’d tell Uncle Sun, but when I turned around, he was gone.

I screamed, I heard a strange sound, I looked up and found the old boy climbing the wall.

There was a rock wall behind the beach, above it was a crack, and I looked up and saw a little light.

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I yelled at him, he ignored me, and his hands and feet were fast enough to see nothing of the weakness that had just occurred.

I started climbing too. There’s some vines in the sutures of the rock wall, which grow and grow, and it’s not so hard to climb.

Uncle Sun just started climbing fast, but soon after I caught up with the climber’s skills, I passed him.

Uncle Sun looked down at me, and he stepped on my shoulder and borrowed his strength.

I almost fell off his foot, and I was angry, and I went after him with the stalk.

He ate pain, cried out loud and kicked me again. I took the side, he couldn’t reach me.

He said, “Can we climb up and fight again?” I’m sorry.

And I said, “Face! Will you not kick me down?”

“I’m getting old, I’m dying. Trying to save some energy. So, you go first, I promise I won’t pull your leg. I’m sorry.

I agree. He went to one side, and I grabbed the wall and climbed up to the middle of it, and he kicked him.

I grabbed him on his ankle and he rushed me to let go.

We said: “Crawl.” I let go of my grandson. I’m sorry.

He yelled at me, and then he climbed up. I can’t underestimate it.

I crawled a little bit, and suddenly I felt nothing. Touch hard, touch a hard platform, climb up.

Sun suddenly showed up on me and stepped on my hand.

I guess he tried to step on me, but it wasn’t good or bad. I was kind of weird. When he did, he flew up and stepped on the platform.

“No one can get out of here.” I’m sorry.

I’m angry. It’s not me. Look up and see that there is already a light in front of us. It’s just too hard to look at the light.

The first-line exit was a huge one on the cliffs, and it turned back and found itself in the pit.

Think about it, I’m shivering, and I don’t know what a natural and artificial combination this is.

I’m thinking about it, I’m on the side of my head, and Uncle Sun ran out of my back and almost fell into a hole.

I was impatient, and said, “When is it that no one can go down the mountain alive? Are you still in trouble? I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun, who the fuck is with you? Wait till you tell me. You can die in the mountains. I’m sorry.

He suddenly touched his ass and pulled out a small-calibre gun.

I didn’t think he was hiding a murder weapon. But when I think it’s soaking, I’m sure it’s dumb, but I can’t believe it, so I put a smile on my face:

“Let’s talk, Uncle Sun. Which archaeologist isn’t from Tufjo? A family for centuries. I understand. Let’s not call the police. Put the gun down first! I’m sorry.

Uncle Sun smiled. He laughed very strangely:

“I’ve been dead once, and I don’t know about you.”

Suddenly, something came out of behind me and hit Uncle Sun.

It’s a goose.

Uncle Sun almost got hit on the cliff, held his body steady, rolled back, but the gun in his hand flew out and fell into the pit.

Don’t underestimate the geese. It’s called a shrunk dragon.

I couldn’t take care of where the geese came from, but I did everything I could, and I kicked him to the ground. Maybe I kicked right in the spot, and his head was crooked, he didn’t move, he fainted.

I took off my blouse and tied his hands and feet like a pig.

“Chang. I’m sorry.

I heard the teacher calling me again. I can’t tell if I’m hallucinating or something. I can’t tell if I’m seeing anything.

“Here…”

The sound came from inside the pit.

I’m sure it’s an illusion. I don’t know when I’ve been hallucinating, but subconscious tells me this voice is not malicious.

I looked out and looked at the pit. The so-called river that just passed has disappeared. The little platform we climbed up was hidden in the dark, like a floating island.

And We took off the light from Uncle Sun’s arm, and with the only light left, We shined it down. Too dark. Not only can I not see, I’m even a little soft, maybe? The dirt is wet and soft.

My hands are slime, not like sweat, not like water from a dark river.

I suddenly saw a man crawling from the bottom, unable to see what he looked like. He was a teacher.

He’s an extremely weird climber, probably not a climber, but a slider.

His feet were like a wide driveway behind him, where thousands of horses marched, the sound of darkness passed, the wind rolled, and a blow was blowing in my face.

I screamed, “Sensei, come here! It’s too dangerous! I’m sorry.

I suddenly heard the teacher’s voice blowing in my ear:

“Chang, let’s go. You have a deep relationship here, but I can’t tell you that you can’t accept it. I’m sorry.

I stretched out my hand and shouted out to him, “Come up first! I’m sorry.

“You’re the mother of the West…” What did he say, but the wind came from all sides, something was wrong, I couldn’t hear him.

“…we can’t let them out, and humans will be cleared up. I’m sorry.

The air around it is shaking, gathering together, in the depths of the abyss.

That huge suction almost sucked me in. I’ve got my limbs on the floor, my head on the ground, and that’s where the balance is.

Uncle Sun almost got sucked in. I kicked him. He grunted to the wall and was still unconscious.

What’s in the abyss.

If it falls in there, or the wind blows there, it will be nine lifetimes of death and no return.

A moment later, in the middle of the wind, I was hit with a hand and I looked up and saw the teacher standing in front of me. He’s like a new person. He’s not crazy.

If the teacher looks at the abyss, and says, “It is sinking, it is leaving.” I’m sorry.

“What do you mean? I’m sorry.

Suddenly, a wind came up and I was almost on the ground.

And when the teacher looked up to him again, he turned to me, and the look was like a cloud, and suddenly it became clear.

“You have to go. You’ll turn into a rock if you go on like this. I can’t leave here anymore. You’re my student. You can’t die under my nose. I’m sorry.

After he said it, he jumped out of the abyss. I can’t open my last light.

When I lift the vines and let the sky shine into the abyss, there is nothing in the darkness.

The teacher disappeared.

It leaves only the strange and increasingly distant sensations of darkness.

I’m in my own mind, feeling only some kind of unreachable terror.

Maybe Uncle Sun is right, it has body fluids (perhaps stomach fluids), it has intestines, it has mouths… we just crawled out of his mouth. There won’t be a second chance. The teacher won’t come back.

That’s how death happens.

And the loud sound came back to me without realizing it.

This time, it’s not coming from the pit, but from behind me.

I turned back and saw a helicopter cut through the dawn from the horizon.

It’s like I opened the switch in my head, and suddenly it became clear. I ran to that gap, and my hands were open, and I kept asking for help.

I waited until the helicopter disappeared out of sight.

Two hours later, heavily armed climbers climbed up.

I watched them handcuffed to Sun’s hand and Sun woke up.

And he looked around and looked at the handcuffs, and suddenly he shouted, “Are you not the grave-throwing nations?” I’m a private archaeologist! I’m sorry.

Make fun of the man who arrested him.

My brother was the last to arrive, and I saw someone I knew, and suddenly my breath fell loose and fainted.

When I woke up, my brother told me that I had been sleeping in a tent under the foot of the hill for over 10 hours.

That day, we were taken down the mountain in batches. In addition to the scholars, the Agency sent technicians. Trucks, helicopters, drones and dozens of water pumps were mobilized to the top of the mountain, which took half a day to empty the pond.

And his brother said, “You are indeed good.” I can’t believe I’m not equipped to walk through two mountains! How? I can’t find it without a location. I’m sorry.

I’m busy asking, “Lock location. Who sent you the location?” I’m sorry.

There is no signal in the mountains.

He said, “Two days ago, the teacher sent an e-mail to each of the group’s mailboxes. One of them told me to come and rescue quickly, and there’s no hope for it. I’m sorry.

Big Brother gave me a cell phone to read the letter myself.

I thought, “How do you know this? He’s not only been here before, he’s been on my way.

I grabbed my brother and told him what happened before and after, what happened to Fatty, what he looked like last time and what he thought.

He listens and laughs and shakes his head:

“Teacher was in the early stages of cognitive impairment, remembering things in his head, but why are you following? This is the tomb of the Pilgrimage of 1500 years ago. She was the mother of a troupe king in the spring and autumn, who happened to be called the Queen. I’m sorry.

“You know the teacher’s condition? I’m sorry.

“You don’t know. I’m sorry.

I’m speechless.

“What about Fatty? I’m sorry.

Fatty’s on leave to go home for a treatment. I didn’t hear. I’m sorry.

It was only once that I had memorized my thoughts that I discovered that there was something hidden in the whole thing that never revealed. I myself was careful to avoid it.

Brother, do you believe that there are prehistoric organisms that have existed on Earth for tens of thousands of years and that have been influencing the history of humankind, and that we have not noticed anything? I’m sorry.

He thought, “Yes. I’m sorry.

“What? I’m sorry.

“Humans. I’m sorry.

I wish I could have punched him twice and said, “I’m not kidding.” I’m sorry.

“I don’t either. But you’re right. In the deep sea alone, there are a great number of prehistoric organisms that we historians and biologists can’t understand. And under the glaciers, deep in the mountains… Of these, we human beings are the most visible and unforeseeable of evolution. I’m sorry.

I wanted to say it back, but suddenly I thought about Zhou Mu-jun and Qi Wang-mu.

Mankind is indeed the most unpredictable.

But have I been through so much that I can’t give half the proof that it existed?

I ran all the way back to Dragon Pond, unbridled by my brother.

I know that there must be countless grave robbers buried here, and we are all shocked when it is clear.

Five hundred or six hundred bodies in the mud, with thousands of limbs and bones in pieces. It is no longer possible to judge when they all came from and from.

I wonder. Do they worship Western Mothers from their hearts?

I looked at the bodies covered in the bottom of the pond, and I realized that it was creepy: no, it wouldn’t.

No one’s gonna love something so scary. Queen West is not a small human being.

Some of those teachers wouldn’t tell me. Just like that, I can’t understand.

I’m afraid I’m not human anymore.

I don’t know.

Medical staff accompanying me told me that I was still suffering from a high fever and that I had to lie down immediately.

I took my medicine, but I couldn’t lie down without listening to them. Lie down and wait for the teacher.

For some reason, I think the teacher who walked into the inside of that thing can still come back.

He didn’t seem to care about the teacher. He came to see me on several occasions and saw the scars on me. And then my pain came back and something strange fell off me.

When my brother took it, I found that there were lots of little stones, red jade stones.

He asks me carefully: “Did you see his body in his grave? I’m sorry.

“What body?” I said. He’s alive.

“A body was washed out of the dragon pond by Sun. On their way to prison, Sun went to the toilet and hung himself in the pit with his belt. Now the forensics have two bodies of the same man! I’m sorry.

All of a sudden I think that these things are not hallucinations, they’re real.

The search team worked until dark. They stopped me from getting into the mountains again.

I waited in the tent until after midnight and didn’t hear from the teacher. But I know in my heart that the teacher did not really die, and that curse goes far beyond life and death.

Before dawn, I read the letter from the teacher.

What he said was relevant to the subject of the group, except for one sentence:

“I guess that’s how things go. How can human civilization go back and forth? No one can give up that hope, that desire never ends.

“I’m sorry to involve you. In my opinion, you’re a good student, an ordinary person, and you go back to your life. Forget it ever since. I’m sorry.

At dawn, I walked out of the tent, and the dizziness of my head was blown away by the morning wind.

Look at the dark mountains, the clouds and the mountains.

Above the mountains, in the clouds, the first round of sun rises slowly. The morning light was fired on the top of the mountain.

My heart is full of shock.

I see things that are far beyond human understanding.

I was in it, but for some reason I got out. But can I really get out?

I think of Fatty and the teacher. Why did they leave the mountains and return again?

The accompanying doctor called an ambulance and asked me to follow him to the county hospital. Big brother came to talk to me.

As I tried to get rid of some of the nurses, I ran over the stretcher that transported the body, and a body fell down. I saw the same face on the body as myself.

Brother shouted, tell the staff to move the body.

We said, “What is that, Me? Am I dead?” I’m sorry.

Brother, what are you talking about? Are you still standing here? I’m sorry.

I look to the mountains, and my feet tremble with the earth, and there is no end in the deep mountains.

I never got out of the mountains.

I can still hear that call in the crowd.

But I turned around, pretended nothing had happened and left the mountains. Case number: YXX12eo1kR2FwA5QxoyC3K3Q

I don’t know.

Keep your eyes on the road.