Sea of ​​Clouds and Quicksand Chapter 108 Painting

Style: Science Author: Ran DongshengWords: 2552Update Time: 24/01/12 03:53:52
The translation of the text on the stone tablet roughly means: Flying stones from the sky will open the gate of hell and lead to the golden road in the sky. When the army of the King of Anger is resurrected, countless servants of the desert god of death will become a golden ocean!

This should refer to the black meteorite that broke through the barrier of the King of Ai ruins, causing sunlight to leak in.

But how to understand the golden ocean? Could it be a sand soldier? The servants of Death are golden sand soldiers?

The fat man said a few useless words. He guessed that the golden sea was a mountain and sea made of gold. He was afraid that the golden mountain would crush us, so he reminded us that we should not stop drinking when we are about to drink. This is a waste of time to make a fortune.

At this time, Fatty finally had company. Boss Sun agreed with his face and rubbed his hands to express his agreement with Fatty's words.

Walking down, there is another cave, layers of stairs, and a bottomless netherworld. Before I can get far, there is a sudden stirring above my head, and a large amount of sand and stone rolls down. Even the helmet I was wearing was hit by thunderbolts and made a messy sound. .

The black meteorite is still sinking, faster than we imagined.

Several people immediately realized that this might be a dead end with no return, but they had to shoot when the arrow was on the string. In order to remove the strange poison from Long Wu, we must not hesitate at all in this adventure.

In fact, the secret of Longquan's immortality has always been stuck in my heart due to previous encounters, like a lump in my throat. Now that there is another method of immortality hidden underneath, I can't wait anymore.

When this round of small collapse stabilized, no one said anything. Boss Sun wanted money or his life, so there was no need to say more. The few people understood it tacitly and continued to explore down.

Soon we discovered many broken and rotten tree roots, some of which were as thick as a person, as if they had just been soaked in acid water, exuding a disgusting sour smell.

There were neat cuts on the roots blocking the road, which must be the work of the Morgan Company. Don Jade personally led the team, and the guys they had were very sharp.

The tree roots in front became more and more dense, almost completely blocking the way. It could be seen that Tang Jade's team had lost patience. They had no intention of returning the same way, and piled the huge chopped roots and branches wantonly behind their buttocks. Just like digging a hole without filling it out with soil, the hole will become smaller and smaller.

The fat man cursed loudly, thinking that all these fake foreign devils were skinny, and they could squeeze in even with thick arms.

We each took out our engineering shovels, flying up and down like moles digging holes. The soil and roots were thrown up into the air, and no one wanted to be buried alive.

No one knows when or how much the boulders overhead will sink next.

His mouth and nose were filled with the smell of sourness, and dirt stuck to his face and ears.

These wooden roots must have been trapped in this quicksand swamp a long time ago. But why there are only rhizomes but no wood body is difficult to explain for the time being.

There are too many rhizomes and they are too dense. Even if large-scale deforestation occurs here, there is no need to dig out the deeply buried rhizomes and throw them into the quicksand swamp.

A backpack was first shoveled out by the fat man, and then a body in black clothes was unearthed. We were immediately alert. The corpse's face was full of insect holes, and the pink flesh was bulging and turning outwards.

It looked like the entrance to a dozen ant nests hung on his face, and when he shined a flashlight on it, he could see something crawling under the skin of his limbs.

The corpse was from Morgan Company, but at this time, even the mother could not tell it when she came.

I keenly discovered that a small hand bone was exposed at the waist of the corpse. The white bones stretched out abruptly. They should be the first two joints of the ring finger or middle finger.

Using an engineering shovel to carefully push it aside, the group suddenly took a breath of cold air.

Underneath the corpse was a half-body skeleton, with wormholes as small as sesame seeds all over the lumbar vertebrae and ribs.

It is imaginable and understandable that strange insects eat human flesh and blood, but they drill these hard bones into sieves.

With a careful flashlight, you can see that there are small white dots floating on each rib, and there are not many small white dots.

But when he turned the body in black over, he saw a hole the size of a fist on the back of the body. White dots poured out one after another. These dots were obviously much larger, like a volcano erupting. Look at the color again. Like an avalanche!

termite? The first reaction was that we each scratched our bodies for fear that we might be stuck with this horrible creature that could swallow up the embankment.

Termites are known as insect captains in the insect world. Take our common building structures as an example. They can all be chewed into empty shells, but their appearance is the same, and they will collapse at the first touch.

Some large dams have dedicated personnel to control this reptile, otherwise the impregnable dam will be bitten into pieces.

It seems that the bugs here have obviously mutated, and have some obvious tendencies towards corpses. It is not known whether they pose a threat to the living. In short, it is better to hide first.

No matter how hard he tried to hide, he finally managed to avoid those scalp-numbing white worms.

Boss Sun scratched his numb scalp and asked, could the half-bone body just now be left behind by the expeditionary force sent here?

I said it was very possible that the brave warriors back then were all at a good age in their lives. Unfortunately, under the circumstances at that time, they could not withstand any mistakes. Planes were shot down every day, even if they survived A person cannot survive three days in such deep mountains and old forests.

Some experienced veterans had a better chance of survival, but at that time, all veteran oilmen were treasures, and they were the key to creating miracles by killing on the battlefield. Therefore, recruits who have never been on the battlefield account for the vast majority.

The detour they just took was like a top, and there was no trace of Don Jade or the others on the path they chose. The people in Morgan Company were completely ignorant of what was going on at this time.

Sneaking underground at this time was like crawling in a huge ant nest. We made new discoveries like big worker ants.

A rare open passage with several murals outlined on the left side.

The first mural is like a turtle turning into a turtle in the sea. In the myth, Nuwa cut off the four legs of the divine turtle and placed them at the east, west and south poles to support the collapsing sky.

Four legs supported the crumbling sky. Then Nuwa had enough time to repair the big hole in the sky.

The second picture has nothing to do with the myth of Nuwa patching up the sky. It shows that after the divine turtle had its limbs removed, it floated to a mysterious sea with only one shell.

The next picture is coherent as a whole. Shen'ao sucked up the sea water in this pass with its big mouth, forming a shoal.

The yellow sea sand is raised high and gradually gathers to the limbs of Shen Ao.

The originally missing limbs were filled with countless yellow sand, until the last picture, which has the most profound meaning, was filled in with deformed limbs. Countless yellow clay figures suddenly appeared around or in the distance, rushing towards them, seemingly to repair the deformed limbs.

I didn’t want to associate the latter part of the mural with Nuwa, but the sudden appearance of a humanoid creature made of “yellow sand” or “yellow mud” reminds me of the mythical story of Nuwa making humans out of clay.

The fat man thought this painting was a bit weird. Could it be that Nuwa felt guilty and replaced the divine turtle with four mud legs?

In fact, there is a scene in the biography of Jigong where the black-hearted member Wai's legs were replaced with dog legs, and Jigong kneaded a "dog leg" out of clay and put it on the dog. So when a dog urinates, he always raises one of his hind legs, because it is a mud leg and will be washed away by urine.

We rested on one side, but Boss Sun held up his torch. It could be seen that it was specially made and was definitely not a disposable item.

The fat man shone his wolf-eye flashlight over it, and the dazzling white light immediately set off the yellow flames.

The fat man joked: "I'm telling you, Old Sun, the current low-carbon environmental protection policy is so good. You are doing this because you think there is no Environmental Protection Bureau and no one will investigate you, right?"

"You're kidding, you're talking about protecting the environment, of course it has nothing to do with it." Boss Sun said seriously. His zodiac sign is fire, and twin fires make money. I brought this torch with me, it’s a good sign!

The fat man looked at me, with a smile on his face: "Fat Master, although I am not as capable as Lao Cao, I still know the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth. Fire is specially designed to restrain metal. If your name contains wealth, this is not a restraint on you. alone?"