Behind the semicircular arch is a naturally formed corridor, which is very narrow and short. Hua Muling and I think it's okay, but considering Xiong Ming's height of nearly 1.9 meters, walking here seems a bit difficult. .
Xiong Ming handed me the torch in his hand and cursed: "Why is her mother so short in this place? Was it the Lilliputians who lived here back then?"
I took the torch from Xiong Ming's hand and said with a smile: "Okay, shut up! Have you ever seen that ancient man grow as tall as you, as if he had eaten powerful feed?"
Xiong Ming rubbed his hair that was burned by the torch with his hands and said: "Hey, don't say that. Let's not mention others for now. Look at the martial arts saint Guan Yunchang Guan Erye. He is eight feet tall and has... ...and...who else is coming...yes, yes...and Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, is also a nine-foot man...!"
I laughed and said, "What you kid said is all in legends and dramas. Why do you still treat it like history?"
Xiong Ming was a little unhappy when he heard what I said, and immediately retorted: "You are the one who refuses to admit defeat and doesn't read the newspaper. You don't know anything. Why are you talking about me now?"
Just when Xiong Ming and I were teasing, Hua Muling suddenly slapped me on the shoulder, and then suddenly said: "Shh...! What sound do you hear this?"
As soon as Hua Muling's words came out, Xiong Ming and I immediately closed our mouths and listened carefully to what was going on around us.
At this time, everything around us was extremely quiet, not even a sound of wind.
I listened hard for a long time, but I heard nothing except my own heartbeat.
I turned my head and looked at Hua Muling, who was staring in front of me, and asked, "Fourth girl..."
Before I could say this, I heard a few crisp laughs of "Hehehe..." coming from a place not far ahead.
The sound was very small and soft, like the laughter of two children. You couldn't hear it unless you listened carefully.
But this time, not only did I hear it, but even that nervous guy Xiong Ming also heard it.
Xiong Ming shouted: "There is someone! Damn it! It's still two children!"
I scolded: "Is there water in your brain? Have you ever seen someone fighting on the ground with his own child?"
Xiong Ming was stunned and said: "If it's not a child, could it be..."
Before Xiong Ming finished speaking, two short figures suddenly flashed past not far ahead.
I pointed to the place where the two figures disappeared and said: "Where are they! Chase! See who is pretending to be a ghost!"
After saying that, I held the torch and took the lead and chased towards where I was, with Xiong Ming and Hua Muling following closely behind me.
Although the irradiation range of the torch is not as good as that of the military flashlight, it is reasonable to say that it is definitely enough in a place like this. But for some reason, the torch in my hand can only illuminate a distance of about one meter around me, and the fire in other places It was like being swallowed up by darkness.
I was confused in my heart, so the speed of my feet was not too fast, and I was running forward at a trot.
In this way, the three of us ran all the way for about five or six minutes. The corridor in front suddenly became wider and higher. This change made the three of us feel happy, and Xiong Ming couldn't help but stretch.
At this moment, Hua Muling behind me suddenly pushed me. Hua Muling was so strong that she almost staggered me.
I turned to look at Hua Muling in confusion, rubbed my shoulders and asked, "Fourth girl, what's wrong?"
Hua Muling pointed to the darkness not far away with a serious face and said, "Where...! There seems to be something there!"
I frowned slightly when I heard this and said, "Is there something?"
Hua Muling didn't speak, but nodded.
Seeing Hua Muling's reaction, I knew that the object in front of me was definitely not worth "expecting", so I stopped talking and moved the torch in the direction of Hua Muling's finger.
The torch burned very brightly, but its light could only illuminate about one meter. The stone walls around the corridor seemed to have been coated with some special material, so that the light could not be refracted, but was completely absorbed by the paint on the wall. absorbed.
Maybe if I say this, you may not feel much. If this is the case, then please close your eyes and imagine that you are in a dark space. The only light in your hand is the cheapest lighter from the supermarket. The light emitted is so big, at that time, maybe you can understand how I feel at this time, the feeling of being overwhelmed by darkness and being breathless.
I held the torch and took two deep breaths as I walked.
Suddenly, a man appeared not far ahead.
I was so shocked that I almost dropped the torch in my hand on the ground.
Fortunately, I was able to survive strong winds and waves, and I quickly regained my balance.
I looked closely and found the man sitting on the ground leaning against the wall on the right.
This man is not tall and is dressed like a traveling monk in Tibetan areas. He wears a light yellow lining under the Zang red monk's robe.
The man's head was hung low, and the exposed skin on his face was full of wrinkles and showed a strange dark brown color. It looked like he had been dead for a long time.
In addition, what is puzzling is that the monk's hands are always folded around his chest, as if he was holding something very important in his arms. However, the object that he regarded as a treasure during his lifetime no longer knows that it is being held by that earthly object. The mouse got away.
I held the torch and slowly squatted down, looking at the mummy in front of me.
This person has a high forehead, flat cheekbones, and a slightly protruding lower jaw. Although the weathered skin no longer shows the appearance of the past, for some reason, I suddenly thought of a person I had met once - —Little Lama Banren.
Hua Muling also squatted down at this time. She seemed to notice the change in my mood and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
I shook my head and said, "It's okay! I just suddenly thought of someone."
Hua Muling asked curiously: "Remembering someone? Who?"
I smiled bitterly, shook my head, and said, "This lama... you don't know. I've only met him once."
After saying that, I moved my gaze from the face of the dead monk to his hands that were always surrounding him.
Hua Muling also noticed the strangeness of the monk's hands and said lightly: "He must have been holding something..."
Before Hua Muling finished speaking, Xiong Ming interrupted from behind: "I say Hu Tian, you guys are really compassionate. Anyone can get in. Good guy, in such a short time, I met two people. He’s a monk who tries hard to get gold but fights against it.”
I shook my head and said, "He is not a country rat who wants to get rich but fights for it!"
Xiong Ming frowned slightly and said, "Not a local rat? How do you know? How could a non-local mouse die in such a ghost place?"
I said: "Why did he die in this place, I don't know! However, I am sure that he was not a country mouse. If you don't believe me, look at his hands... "
I said and pointed to the hand of the mummy, and at this moment, the originally lifeless hand suddenly moved...
