Where the rope loop ends, the climb continues about ten meters further.
After falling about forty meters deep, there was a pool.
The pool is about 30 meters long, but not very wide, only about 10 meters. If you miss it by 10 meters, you will fall to your death if you fall anywhere else.
It's very stupid. It's difficult to take risks, and you have to try your luck.
I hope Candela didn't fall to his death, otherwise life would be a lot less fun.
About 6 or 7 meters in the air, Zhang Jing put away the stuck and deformed ladder and landed steadily.
The ground is made of stone, and although the cracks above are narrow, the bottom is very spacious, and it is a space similar to an underground village.
Of course, there are no village buildings here.
There are quite a few strange-shaped stones, but unfortunately I am not a geologist and cannot figure out how they were formed.
Feeling something flash behind him, Zhang Jing quickly turned around.
The headlight is not very bright, but I can see clearly. There is nothing. Could it be an illusion just now?
Again, Zhang Jing doesn't believe in chance, but he believes in his own feelings.
In addition, even if you don’t have something, you should treat it as if you have something and be prepared for bad things.
Thinking released Smarties and Black Beans, holding a Columbia River hand axe.
"Well!"
Smarties raised his neck hair in a dark direction, revealing his large canine teeth.
The hand ax was replaced by a light machine gun loaded with incendiary bombs, and it fired at places where the headlights could not reach.
All fear comes from lack of firepower. Zhang Jing is not afraid because he has many bullets and a variety of different bullets to choose from.
With the clicking sound of the light machine gun, the bullets landed on the rocks and sent out a string of sparks. Zhang Jing saw a black figure.
Like an orangutan or a baboon.
This makes Zhang Jing feel funny. Let's just say, there are no ghosts in this world.
Even ghosts are afraid of machine guns and trolls.
"Kandela!" Zhang Jingtian shouted at the top of his lungs without fear, "I'm here to save you!"
About three or four seconds after he finished speaking, echoes came one after another.
Obviously, it's not big, but it's not small either, and it takes a lot of time to explore.
Zhang Jing continued to shout, "Kandela, I'm here to save you!"
2 kilometers away, the disgraced Kandela was with the unconscious Luo Erden.
Luo Erden's thigh was severely cut. When Candela found him, he was already unconscious.
Hearing a faint echo in the air, Candela was slightly startled.
Then he heard someone calling him again, it was definitely Zhang Jing, and Candela's heart was burning.
"Sorry," Candela looked at Luo Erden who had already fallen into a serious coma and said, "I have to go find Zhang Jing. I wish you good luck."
Hiding the unconscious Luo Erden behind two stones, Kandela looked for Zhang Jing in search of the sound.
The other side of the dark underground space.
A sightless, skinny, ferocious creature that looked like a living dead was sitting on a large stone chair.
He was naked and had his head lowered, as if he was thinking.
Hearing the echo in the air, the creature on the stone chair suddenly raised its head.
At the same time, a younger brother came back to report that he had found prey.
The leader who looked like the living dead made a rhythmic whirring sound, and then a group of the same kind came out of the darkness, each holding a stone weapon.
He immediately chased after the sound.
By coincidence, Zhang Jing, holding a machine gun, also walked towards the other party. The two sides walked towards each other and soon met each other.
Zhang Jing's character is that he must not die. Hearing the shouts of a large group of unknown creatures in the darkness, he pressed the trigger to the end.
Some bullets hit unknown creatures, and some bullets hit rocks and burst into light.
Seeing the image of the unknown creature clearly, Zhang Jing's heart contracted, it was too scary.
Not an orangutan, not a baboon.
It should be humans. Living underground for a long time has caused evolution to deviate from the mainstream.
The question is, how can there be humans in this place?
He couldn't care less. These degenerate people definitely didn't invite him to dinner. Bullets kept firing.
After 200 rounds of ammunition are fired, there is no need to change the drum, just change the gun, allowing for uninterrupted shooting.
Until a stone the size of a kettle hit Zhang Jing's chest.
His heart stopped for a second, and the shooting was interrupted. He decisively released the bear and threw it a mace.
Because it was dangerous every time he came out, the little bear was mentally prepared. He let out a roar, picked up a 300-pound mace, smashed it directly at the degraded man, and then rushed forward himself.
This made Zhang Jing blush. His original intention was to let Little Bear use the mace.
The point is, Bear did use it.
Very speechless.
Smart Bean and Black Bean joined the battle group together, and Zhang Jing took the opportunity to feed himself water and energy bars.
Not far in front of the headlight beam, Zhang Jing saw a giant monster with slightly blue skin and about three meters tall walking out of the darkness. It was the stone it had just thrown.
Seeing the ferocity of the little bear tearing apart its own kind, the giant monster rushed towards it, and the monster and the bear struggled together.
The little bear stood more than two meters tall, but he acted like a child in front of the giant monster. He was quickly beaten until his skin was torn and his whole body was covered in blood.
Although he always uses a bear to test poison, he is still his biological son.
He can torture himself, but others cannot hit him. Seeing that the little bear was seriously injured, Zhang Jing endured the imbalance of his heart rate and stood up tremblingly. An M500 revolver appeared in his hand.
Half a meter long revolver, 12.7mm Magnum bullet, the same bullet as Barrett.
Zhang Jing fired directly from six or seven meters away.
The skin was slightly bluish. The three-meter-tall monster was shot in the back and turned to look at Zhang Jing.
Give up attacking the little bear and rush directly towards the bastard who hurt it.
The current Zhang Jing is not the Zhang Jing of the past. He can fire a single shot without numbness in his hands and directly clear the five-round magazine.
The giant fell over and his head fell right at Zhang Jing's feet.
The treasure hunter was looking for the treasure soul. Without thinking, Zhang Jing took the other party's body directly and planned to go back and study it.
The number of degraded people was not that large, about thirty, and they were cleaned up by Zhang Jing, his two sons, and his daughter.
In the end, only one escaped with injuries.
Zhang Jing did not pursue him, mainly because he was worried about the trap, and because he was not familiar with the place, there was no need to rush.
Like taking a walk, pick up the body slowly.
Generally speaking, it is enough to take away one for research and use. There is no need to take away too many, but Zhang Jing is different from other treasure hunters.
He dunks.
Maybe these corpses can squeeze out an extra ounce of oil?
Looking for the direction where the last degenerate person left, Zhang Jing walked about a kilometer in the dark space and found a stone chair.
A stone chair with a backrest, about two meters high and two meters wide.
A degenerate man polished a large stone chair. Is there something wrong?
It's so wrong. The Indians 300 years ago didn't know that wheels were round or that horses could be tamed.
Why do these degenerates make chairs?
Subconsciously, I looked around the stone chair and saw a large diamond embedded in the back of the chair.
It seems that this is the one that was lost during the colonial period of Wuji Country.
As for why it appears here, it is most likely a sacrifice from the Baiado tribe?
I didn't understand the reason, so I took away the diamond and the chair together, trying not to let anything slip through.
There was a lot of time, and Zhang Jing began to look around at the situation.
I have seen scenes of primitive people’s lives in history books and museums, and the scene looks very similar.
Degenerate people have lived here for an incalculable amount of time, and the stones on the ground have been worn smooth by traces of life.
There are also many stone tools, including stone knives, stone basins, human bones, hair, torn clothes, etc.
Human bones and hair are relatively fresh, so don’t be Candela.
Some people died, but not completely...
