Daomu Biji

In the next few days, nothing has changed.

I was unable to adapt at first, so hungry and dim, but after three days, the human body was automatically transferred to the body for consumption, and I gradually became energetic.

Nothing happened, time seemed to freeze.

In martial arts novels, many fool men and women will be trapped in desperation. When they return to the outside world and recall the past, they will often find that the time within the territory is the happiest and serene. However, the actual situation is not the case at all. The campfire is pressed to the lowest level, and there is only constant sound of water around it. The rock wall under the fire shows a very dark yellow. The sense of closure in the cave makes people feel anxious all the time. I have to learn to muffle the oil bottle every day to barely survive, otherwise I must be crazy.

The character of a fat man can't stand it anymore. I don't know how he survived the previous two weeks, but he thinks of new tricks almost every day.

In addition, we used incense ash to wipe the stone walls little by little in the past few days, hoping to find some other marks.

Indeed, there are many scratches on the ground, it seems that the previous people often draw something on the ground after resting. We saw a simple chess board, there are many words, but there is no value, only one of them makes me feel a bit interesting, that is on the ground in front of the cave wall, it is probably a miner's rest moment, and several engraved the same The name, sister Zhao Cui, is probably due to acacia. Looking at this, I can't help but think of Agui on the ground, it is estimated that he collapsed even more.

On the third day, I couldn't help but doubt my thoughts. I wondered, wouldn't anything happen in the end if I stayed so skyward? Or maybe that devil has forgotten us?

The oil bottle is still the same as before. My military stab was taken by him and inserted horizontally in the waist. The person hardly moved, leaning against the bonfire all day long, with no trace of anxiety.

Although he has always been like this before, I feel that this time he was a bit too calm, and sometimes even had the illusion that he knew what was going to happen.

The calm continued until the middle of the fifth day-it should be in the middle of the night, and if my watch was accurate, it suddenly changed.

I woke up to urinate, and I was awkward. I suddenly found that the oil bottle was not in the original ear position. I was shocked. I looked around and found that he was standing in front of the rock wall, looking at something.

The fat man snored on the side. I felt bad. I looked at my watch and kicked him up. The two walked over.

Walked to the rock wall and saw that we were all stunned, and the figure appeared again.

I said to myself, why do you look at this kind of stuff in the oil bottle in the middle of the night? When I looked at it again, I found that the rock face was not wet, and the strange figure looked different from before.

Brought the miner's lamp, turned it on, and illuminated the whole rock wall. I took a breath of air in the next moment. All the shadows in the rock wall can now be clearly seen. Under strong light, the distance of these shadows from the surface of the rock wall feels much closer than before.

"Fuck! What's going on?" I scolded.

The oil bottle said: "They are moving towards us."