Chapter 2 Chapter Eighteen

Because it came in from another way, I deliberately looked around and confirmed it. I was surprised to find that the stone platform in the center was gone. The passage we used to come in is also gone. There is a thick layer of bat guano on the ground, and it rustles when you step on it. The rock wall above your head is deserted, and there are no bats, not a single one.However, when I focused on the walls, the three-eyed figures depicted on these mottled rock walls were not a little different from what I remembered.I have seen this pattern in three places.Dream or reality, it doesn't matter. For a long time, I would dream of these weird three-eyed little people, dreaming that they would jump into the fire and achieve the sublimation of the soul.

There is no doubt that this place is the hall we visited a year ago. This matter was quickly confirmed by Wu Gang, Officer Liu and the soldier surnamed Chen.I stood in the middle of the hall, looked at the ground covered with thick bat feces, and tried my best to plan the broken sand, and there were indeed traces of rock tables underneath.Knowing the situation I mentioned, Yang Cao's face became a little embarrassed, and people really couldn't figure out such a weird thing. The three of them lit torches around the hall, and the smell of pine oil was spreading. A soldier turned on a high-voltage electric light, and then Jia Wei took a camera to take pictures of the patterns on the wall.Hu Wenfei was holding the cloth rubbings, while Yang Cao took out a lot of incense candles, materials and instrument plates from his backpack and the bag of the soldier next to him, ready to check it out.

Last winter, when I came here for the first time, I didn't understand the field of "Qi", and I didn't understand the truth that everything is connected, so I didn't have much feeling about this place.However, turning around in such a hall, I can feel that there is a steady stream of force squeezing here, there is an invisible wind, and there is an imperceptible air. As they were busy, the hall gradually lit up, and Zhamao Xiaodao stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the paintings on the ceiling.I leaned over and saw a mural of little people offering sacrifices to the gods. They were dancing on the altar, and there was an eye in the sky overlooking them. Someone jumped into the bonfire, and then there were lines of nothingness drawn in the sky.I asked Zamao Xiaodao if he saw anything?

He turned his head and asked me, do you think there are gods or immortals in this world? I shook my head and said, I don't know. Reason tells me that this world is made up of atoms and electrons. The world is material, and everything in between is connected by the four forces of the universe: gravitation, electromagnetic force, strong force, and weak force. It operates within the laws, and evolves from a small probability event into a macro universe.However, with the growth of experience, after seeing so many things that cannot be explained by existing science, I began to believe that there is really a so-called "Tao" law running in the dark.Christianity says that matter is produced by power, and power comes from a personal God with free will.This god is their God.

Buddhism, on the other hand, says that all things are predestined, and form is emptiness. I asked him, what do you think?He shook his head and smiled, saying that he didn't know, he hadn't reached the realm of knowing the gods and understanding everything, how could he conclude these things? Yang Cao, who was next to him with bone sticks, runes, and candle ashes, heard our conversation. Although he didn't stop his work, he turned his head and asked Miscellaneous Hair: "Mr. Xiao can see from this mural What is the way?" Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao shrugged his shoulders, and took the peach wood sword to stir up the sand grains on the ground. He couldn't tell much, but he felt that the three-eyed villain seemed to be an intelligent creature that once lived in this world, but why is there no such thing in the historical data? Are there no records?This is unknown.

Yang Cao twirled some gold sand and dumped it on the animal bones. After thinking for a few seconds, he said slowly, "Actually, it's not that there are no records. It's just...how should I put it? As early as January this year, Lao Hu received the gold dust from Jinping County. When we found the corpses of three dwarf mules, we have already started to pay attention to them. According to our internal documents, this thing was once brilliant, and even the destruction of the ancient Yelang Kingdom, there is such a thing. There is a news that can Let me tell you in private: Before coming here, dwarf mules and human-footed badgers also appeared at the western foot of Fanjing Mountain. Last year, we wiped out the rebellion of five abyssal creatures-we internally believe that these All the creatures that destroyed the Yelang civilization came from the abyss..."

"Where is the abyss?" I raised my eyebrows and asked. "Yang Cao!" Jia Wei, who was taking pictures at the side, shouted sharply, with a vicious look on his face.Yang Cao's expression was a little upset, but he was also a tactful person, so he adjusted quickly, smiled, and didn't continue to break the news, but said that if you want to know more about Lu Zuo, you should go back to the Southern Bureau to ask. able to know.Or, if you transfer over and be a colleague with us, I'll gossip with you every day. I shook my head and pointed my chin to the back of that woman's head. I can't bear to be with such a woman every day.

The thought of this stern-faced woman kissing the anteater's juicy long tongue like no one else gave me chills. This is really too heavy taste, three views completely ruined. Soon, Yang Cao's arrangement was over. In front of us was a magic circle made of gray bones and connected with red threads dipped in tung oil. Two red candles and three incense sticks were inserted in the southeast, northwest and four directions.There is a space of several square meters in this formation, which can accommodate several people to enter.Yang Cao pointed to the ceiling above our heads.There is a naturally formed rock pupil, black and white, mottled on the outside, but in the middle there are round and round round wheels, covered with dirt. When I looked at it carefully, I felt a chilling feeling.

As if a basin of cold water was poured from my head to the soles of my feet, the hairs all over my body stood on end, and I felt that I was seen through at this moment. He said that maybe someone sensed that this thing is an arrangement to cast a curse on you.It is an unknown and highly radioactive element that can be used to locate and cause bad luck.What is it called?Ancient Egypt called it "Pharaoh Amon's Overlook", Europe called it "Devil's Eye", Japan called it "Takamahara's Nightmare", and here, there is a very interesting name: "Feng Shen Bang." When I saw you, I knew it was this thing that was doing the trick.

I was sweating coldly: "This name... why is it a god?" Miscellaneous Mao Xiaodao smiled, saying that there is no hope of becoming a god, but it is safe to be a ghost.Hurry up!Hey, you say that, do we also have to come in and save some time? Yang Cao said no, someone had specially marked them last time, and even those who did not enter the cave were infected.This time it was different. I checked it when I came in, and no one was watching.He raised his hand and called names, I, Ma Haibo, Luo Fuan, police officer Liu, guide Lao Jin, Wu Gang, soldier Xiao Chen, and Xiao Zhang.At the beginning, there was a whole team full of high-spirited people, but after nearly a year, there were only a few of them left.

We stood in the middle of the eyes, Yang Cao jumped back, and suddenly there was a soul-calling banner and a soft cloth bag in his hand. He danced the black soul-calling flag like a big dragon, jumping from east to west, and walking like the wind. I felt a force of encroachment from his soul-evoking banner, and a sticky feeling was slowly pulled out of my body, and the faces of the people next to me showed relieved smiles. I raised my hand and put my palms in front of my eyes, with some regrets in my heart: This cursed hand that has accompanied me for nearly a year is very important to me, at this moment, am I going to give it up? This pair of calloused hands began to become hot. It was once viciously cursed by the dwarf mule, so I was the worst one among these people, and the mark on my body was more severe than the sum of these people Several times more.It is blue and has a hot temperature. It is formed by the condensation of resentment. Every evil thing that dies under my hands will have resentment condensed here.It is both a curse, a "monster puller" to attract evil attacks, and my natural badge of honor. For a while, I was crazy, and there was a kind of inexplicable melancholy. It was as if I was about to give up Huang Fei. Yang Cao danced a cigarette, and suddenly let out a long drink, "Shut up..." Everyone next to me spit out a mouthful of black phlegm.Then, he didn't know what kind of master he was dancing, his head shook, his body shook, and he didn't read the scriptures in his mouth for more than ten seconds, the soft cloth bag in his right hand was thrown into the sky, and he yelled again: "Broken!" ——" The bag burst at the sound, and a large piece of blood splashed out, falling from the sky. Because we had explained it beforehand, we all stayed still and kept our mouths shut.The blood still contained traces of hair, and it was black, but it was unknown whether it was a black dog, a black donkey, or something else. Such a method is actually simple. Just when the people around me were all overjoyed and thought they could be relieved, the blood-splattered stone eye—well, the name "Fengshenbang" is too much to complain about, so I'll call it Stone Eye— —It actually started to turn slowly.This thing is like a living thing, turning strangely, like an eyeball, wriggling, the center pupil fixed, staring straight at the blood-splattered Yang Cao. The tiger cat yelled suddenly: "Run..." It flew towards the crack of the rock recklessly, like a goshawk hunting. Yang Cao spit out a mouthful of hot blood, and fell down on his back. To everyone's astonishment, the only exit from the stone crack was slowly closed.Now we know why the fat hen is so panicked, no one wants to stay here and suffocate.Those on the edge of the crevice rushed out immediately, while others struggled to get past.The seam of the stone closed very quickly, rumbling, rumbling, I ran with the person in front, but when I reached the opening, I stopped suddenly. A big splash of hot blood hit my face, and the police officer under Ma Haibo, Liu, was caught between the cracks in the stone, and within two seconds, he was crushed into a pulp. The door is sealed!