If Wu Xiaoxie hadn't been concerned about Lao Itch's unpredictable behavior, Wu Xiaoxie would have rolled his eyes at him, and he would have been so bored that he came to this hellish place to find fault, and Muyu, who was also implicated, was nowhere to be seen.
Hey, Wu Xiaoxie sighed in his heart, wondering how Muyu is doing now.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Lao Itch looked lonely for a moment and said no more. He turned around and went into the dark cave with a flashlight.
Wu Xiaoxie looked inside and found that the inside was very damp. The skin of the tree roots was the same as the outside. It was very soft. There was gray-black mold powder on it when touched with his fingers. A closer look revealed that it was stuck on the inside. A short but unnamed mushroom grows on the bark of a tree. Some small brown-white moths fluttered out from the gaps in the bark and flew toward his face. Wu Xiaoxie was afraid that the bugs here were poisonous, so he hurriedly Retreat and use your flashlight to scatter them.
At first, you could still hear the sound of the old itch crawling down, but then there was no sound.
Wu Xiaoxie's watch broke, so he had to count the seconds silently in his mind to calculate the time.
After counting for nearly half an hour, Old Itch still saw no sign of emerging, and he didn't know how deep the tree hole was.
Waiting outside was idle and a waste of time. Wu Xiaoxie felt guilty, closed his eyes, and ducked in with the light on.
I was walking fine at first, but suddenly I stepped on a piece of moss or something slippery under my foot, and I staggered as soon as I stepped on it.
Wu Xiaoxie hurriedly stood up straight and tried to maintain his balance, but he forgot that the cave he was in was too short. He was unable to stretch his arms and legs inside. Before he could stand up, his head hit the top of the tree cave. I suddenly felt dizzy, my head was buzzing, and I didn't care about my feet. I slipped and slid along the tree hole to the flat ground. I stopped only when my feet hit something.
Fortunately, when he hit his head, he subconsciously tightened the flashlight, otherwise his eyes would go dark in this unknown environment, which would really be the end of him.
Wu Xiaoxie turned on the light and looked forward, and was stunned immediately.
There are five forks in the road ahead. Which one should I take?
Wu Xiaoxie got up and knelt down to look closely at the smaller cave entrances. He found a mark carved on one of the sides. The mark was relatively new. He thought it was carved by Lao Itch.
There is a similar mark further to the side, but it has been a little blurry because of too long.
Without thinking much, he climbed into the marked fork. After only climbing a few meters, he suddenly felt the space under his palm. He was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was the end. He hurriedly turned on the flashlight and looked down. The old itchy figure.
Below is a hollow with tangled roots inside. However, there are far fewer tree roots here than outside, because the center of them wraps up this huge coffin.
The coffin was made of stone, with some bird-like and cloud-like patterns engraved on it. Whether the words were covered by the roots of the tree, Wu Xiaoxie couldn't understand what he wanted to express.
Underneath the coffin is a coffin bed, which together with the coffin is wrapped by tree roots.
This should be the sacrificial altar they are looking for.
But since what I'm looking for is here, where has Lao Itchy's grandson gone?
Wu Xiaoxie looked around and suddenly found that the lid of the coffin seemed to have been opened by someone. He immediately let out an ouch and thought to himself that Lao Itch, a monkey in a hurry, wouldn't have gotten into the coffin. How can this be done?
He looked around again and thought that unless Lao Itch suddenly mutated into an ant, he would never be able to hide in this hole.
So there is a high possibility that the old itch is really inside.
Lying next to his grandson, Wu Xiaoxie immediately wanted to curse him. Why are you so anxious? Why can't you wait for him to come down together? There might be a rice dumpling in such a long-ago coffin. Even if Lao Itch has three heads and six arms, he can't spin the rice dumpling in one go.
While thinking about it, he looked into the open gap of the coffin.
It was gray inside, with traces of white mist lingering in the air. The light shining in felt like being swallowed by a monster in the darkness, and nothing could be illuminated.
Wu Xiaoxie broke off a slender tree root, stuck it in through the gap and stirred it for a while, and then confirmed that there was no one there, let alone any rice dumplings.
