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Chapter 62

into the night.

At this moment, what Ma Ling'er said was Xiheli Road.

In the pitch-black open space, only the temporary dormitory room was still lit with weak lights.

Don't look at it is midnight now, for these people who live on the construction site all year round, this is one of the few free time they have.

Coupled with the frequent accidents on the construction site in the past two days, everyone has no mood to sleep at the moment, and each holds a bottle of beer in his hand, discussing the day's affairs together.

"There's always been a saying in my hometown that if you break ground and startle snakes, you can't dig down this piece of land, otherwise you will be guilty of evil spirits!"

"I've also heard this saying. A few years ago, when our village was building a bridge, a nest of snakes was dug out and shoveled to death. As a result, troubles started at the construction site that night. The bridge has not been built until now. "

"It's better to believe it than to believe it, we have to be careful in the next work!"

"clang!"

However, at this moment, a strange sound suddenly came from the construction site outside the window.

After hearing this sound, all the workers in the dormitory subconsciously held their breath.

"What movement?"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay. The sound came just now, as if it was the sound of some kind of metal colliding.

The big wolfdog kept on the construction site also started barking wildly, making people uneasy.

"Did someone come to the construction site to steal something?"

The workers stood up one after another, put on a piece of clothing, opened the door and walked out with flashlights.

On the pitch-black construction site, many beams of flashlights soon came.

Accompanied by the barking of wolf dogs, the workers cheered each other on, checked that the door locks at all entrances and exits were intact, walked around the construction site again, and then gathered in front of the dormitory again.

"I have nothing here."

"It's normal over there."

"That's weird, where did the noise come from?"

"clang!"

However, at this moment, the voice came again.

A young man who seemed to be in his 20s touched his head at the moment, and said strangely:

"Why does this movement sound like the sound of blacksmithing in our village?"

The entire construction site was silent, only the strange noises from time to time stirred everyone's tense nerves.

"The sound seems to be coming from over there, and it's getting more and more frequent..."

The workers discussed in low voices, and walked in the direction of the sound.

Gradually, the sound like blacksmithing became clearer and clearer.

It can be heard that this voice is coming from a very far away place, a little dull but clearly distinguishable.

Everyone felt a little uneasy at the moment, but fortunately, the large number of people can be regarded as a psychological comfort and strengthened their courage.

Since the road was completely closed for construction, the surrounding area was so quiet that a needle could be heard.

But it was also because of this that the strange sound of blacksmithing seemed a bit strange.

The big wolfhound tied to the door has been barking in this direction, as if it can see something that ordinary people can't see.

Soon, a group of people followed the sound and gradually came to the deep pit dug out during the day.

The sound of the blacksmithing team disappeared temporarily, and the sudden silence added a sense of fear to people's hearts.

Everyone stood beside the deep pit, looking around suspiciously, the beam of the flashlight was dangling, but there was no one on the construction site except them.

So where did this sound come from?

"I think of a folk story in our Dayan. It is said that the night tour god patrols at night, and those who are near the end of life can hear the footsteps of the night tour god..."

A worker who seemed to have little courage said in a low voice in a panic.

"Night wandering god?"

Soon the sturdy worker on the side pushed him:
"Don't scare people here, I never believe this."

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

But just as the worker finished speaking, the sound came again, and it was more frequent than last time.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the same place at this moment, and they finally heard the origin of the sound.

"That...in that pothole...the sound came from the pothole."

Those who were closest to the pothole retreated one after another, and those behind were even more afraid to step forward.

They looked at the pothole in astonishment. It was obviously just dug out during the day. How could there be a sound from below?
The foreman is a middle-aged man in his 40s. Most of the other workers come from all over the world, and they all have a good relationship with the foreman. Therefore, everyone naturally wants the foreman to come up with an idea.

"Old Zhao, what's going on here, the sound of blacksmithing came from below."

"Brother Zhao, this place is unlucky, we dare not start construction anymore."

"Brother Zhao, hurry up and tell the person in charge, this is too evil!"

Everyone looked at the foreman anxiously. Even Lao Zhao, an old construction site idiot, had never seen such a battle.

In the deep pit that was just dug out during the day, there were sudden bursts of noise in the middle of the night, as if someone was forging iron underneath.

No matter how strange this matter was, the sound of blacksmithing came intermittently and frequently.

It was okay at first, but when the workers gathered not far from the pothole and heard the sound for a long time, they all began to feel pain like splitting their heads.

Lao Zhao quickly called the person in charge under the urging of other workers. Being woken up in the middle of the night, Lao Zhao naturally couldn't help scolding.

When he learned on the phone that strange sounds were constantly coming from the pothole dug during the day, the person in charge was a little annoyed, but he had to rush to the scene.

After all, this is an important project led by the county government. There have been enough disturbances in the past two days. If there is another incident, the person in charge will not be able to afford it.

So soon the person in charge appeared on the construction site in a hurry, walking towards this side, cursing:
"It's a bunch of fucking trash, why didn't I hear any strange movement!"

The person in charge came while talking, and when he arrived in front of Lao Zhao, and was about to scold his head and face, the sound reappeared again.

"Clang! Clang! Clang..."

The sound that came this time, both in frequency and time, was longer and more urgent than the last time.

The person in charge froze when the words came to his lips, and then frowned and looked in the direction of the pothole.

Unbelieving, he came to the pothole with a flashlight and shone it down, but he couldn't see the scene below clearly.

The rest of the workers held their breath and stood beside them anxiously, at a loss.

"What the hell are you doing in a daze, quickly find two people to go down and have a look.

Just standing here, you can research a fart! "

The person in charge pointed at Old Zhao and issued an order, which made all the workers present shudder subconsciously.

No one knows what is under the pothole, but no one wants to be the first bird.

But the person in charge has already sent a message, and now it is no longer a matter of willingness or not...

The workers quickly brought a bundle of ropes from the dormitory, and then, under the urging of the person in charge, Lao Zhao took the lead in tying one end of the rope to the excavator not far away.

After tying, Lao Zhao tugged hard, and after confirming that the rope was strong enough, he turned his head to look at the workers standing beside him.

Next, everyone is faced with a difficult problem, that is, who will tie the rope down?
Old Zhao didn't talk about this question, and he really couldn't say it.

Seeing that no one responded, the person in charge cursed and threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground, and then urged impatiently:

"Don't be fucking dumb, hurry up and send someone down to take a look, if this delays my construction period, all of you will get half of your wages!"

The person in charge undoubtedly dropped a blockbuster. Which of the workers present did not leave their hometowns just to earn more money?
The most common sentence they say is that people are not afraid of death, but they are afraid of living without money.

Although the sound came from an evil door, but compared to not being able to get the last penny, it is better to take a risk and have a look.

"Brother Zhao, let me go..."

The person who walked out of the team was called the pillar by everyone.

Zhu Zi has a well-proportioned figure, and his hands and feet are flexible in normal times, so it stands to reason that he should be a more suitable candidate.

But the problem is that no one knows what is under the pothole, and what is the source of the sound.

Therefore, Old Zhao obviously hesitated, but before he could say anything, the person in charge grabbed the rope from his hand and threw it to the pillar.

Zhu Zi tied the rope around his waist without saying a word, pulled it vigorously, then took a deep breath and walked towards the pothole.

Seeing this, the rest of the workers stepped forward to help, grabbed the rope, and lowered the pillar bit by bit.

"Pillar! Once you encounter something, pull the rope hard, and we will pull you up immediately."

Old Zhao yelled at Zhuzi, Zhuzi nodded, and then jumped straight into the hole.

Everyone tugged on the rope and lowered it bit by bit. At this moment, the eyes of the pillar were pitch black, and they had to quickly turn on the lights on the helmets to illuminate the area in front of them.

The bottom of the pit tens of meters deep was invisible, and the pillar could only hear his own heavy breathing and the sound of the rope rubbing against the soil.

The air in the pit was filled with an indescribable mixed smell, and as the pillar got deeper, the smell became stronger and stronger, so that the pillar's breathing became difficult.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

However, at this moment, the iron-like sound came again, but this time, perhaps because the pillar was relatively close, the sound seemed to be exploding right next to his ears, making the pillar's ears hurt.

A warm liquid flowed down his cheeks, Zhu Zi quickly reached out to touch it, and then his eyes widened.

His ears were bleeding from the sound just now, and at the moment when the sound sounded just now, Zhu Zi felt as if his head was being hit hard by something, with bursts of severe pain.

He wiped the blood left on his cheek, gritted his teeth and looked down with difficulty. Now his height is still dropping, and the temperature around him is getting lower and lower.

on the ground.

Seeing that the rope was about to be pulled straight, but until now the pillar did not pull the rope, which also made Lao Zhao and others a little relieved.

Maybe there is nothing down here, but they are just scaring themselves.

"what!"

However, at this moment, a heart-piercing scream suddenly came from the pothole, and the pupils of Lao Zhao and the others suddenly dilated.

　Two big chapters, a total of [-] words, making up for the chapters owed on June [-] yesterday
　　
　
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