Strongest Worker

"Ah!" Li Qing hugged his head with both hands, and the veins on his forehead burst. He flopped and knelt on the ground, looked painful and shouted, and his voice was filled with endless sadness and helplessness.

Li Qing rolled on the ground and felt as if his skull was going to explode. His consciousness was completely confused. He only felt that there were tens of millions of mice squeaking in his ears. After a while, he felt severe pain all over. It was as if the rats had covered themselves layer by layer, pressed on him, and chewed his flesh and bones.

A black claw covered his cheek, broke his teeth and inserted a pipe into his mouth.

Li Qing struggled and roared, but his body seemed to be drugged. He became more and more stiff and felt less and less. Only a strong spicy flavor spread in the mouth, just like a mouthful of liquor into the throat. Li Qingzhi coughed and couldn't help crying.

"Captain! Captain! Wake up!"

"Captain! Wake up!"

Li Qing blinked. The strong dizziness dissipated out of thin air and was replaced by tearing pain.

He turned over and looked around nervously. There were no mice, no strange sounds, only a familiar cheek.

"Master Deng?" Li Qing shouted in amazement, "Why are you here?"

"Are you awake?" master Deng breathed a sigh of relief, pulled back the hand holding Li Qing's body, and sat down with a disheartened face.

The pain of his body made Li Qing draw hard at the corners of his mouth. He pressed one hand on the stone surface, propped up his upper body and scanned around. The dozens of corpses were still lying around quietly, especially the corpse in front of him. His abdomen was intact, there were no internal organs, and there was no little mouse with no hair on it.

Li Qing raised his fist and knocked on his head: "just... What's going on?"

"Still..." master Deng turned his eyes and frowned immediately. "You are so strong that I can't press it at all, and you broke a rib. If you didn't hide quickly, you would have to fall into your hands."

Li Qing glanced warily at the girder and raised his finger: "I just saw..."

"What you see is me." master Deng shouted angrily and drew a dagger from his waist. "I squatted on the girder before. I just called you and got such a knife. Fortunately, you are out of your mind. You must be a little close, otherwise my head will move."

After opening his mouth, Li qingzai looked up and down at Mr. Deng carefully. It was really difficult to connect the goods in front with the hairy rat.

"Don't you think there's something wrong here?" master Deng suddenly asked.

Li Qing was slightly stunned and immediately asked with a surprised look: "do you mean the smell in the air?"

"HMM." master Deng nodded, "there's something wrong with this smell. It can cause hallucinations. All these corpses on the ground were killed like this. I deliberately stayed here for you because I was afraid you might catch the road. I really expected the right result."

"I see..." Li Qing suddenly realized, "it was just my illusion..."

"While walking, he said that this place can't stay long." master Deng patted his ass, stood up, walked not far away and picked up his backpack.

Li Qing bit her teeth and stood up with pain. "What did you just give me? Why is it so bitter?"

"Oh, it's this." master Deng raised a small bottle in his hand and shook it. "Insecticide is necessary for field marching. You should be familiar with it."

Li Qing's whole face turned green: "I'm familiar with it, but I'm not familiar with it. It's poisonous. It won't kill me."

"There must be some toxicity. Now I feel my stomach is rebelling." master Deng's face changed. "But it's better than being scared to death. Anyway, what did you just see? How could you be scared like that? It's the first time I've seen you like this. I've seen a lot."

Li Qing's face changed and silently followed behind master Deng to go deeper into the stone hall.

"You know," said master Deng carelessly, "in this environment, human fear can be aroused to the greatest extent. What you see is often what you fear most. In other words, hallucinations are also the source of the deepest fear in your heart."

"Mouse." Li Qing was silent for a moment and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Mouse?" master Deng turned around and hit Li Qing on the cheek with an electric light.

As soon as he raised his hand to block the dazzling light, Li Qing said impatiently, "what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, but I just felt a little surprised." master Deng took a joking look on his cheek, removed the flashlight from Li Qing's face, and his voice was a little low. "What the hell haven't you killed? How can you be afraid of such a little guy?"

Li Qing gave a little pause at his feet and whispered, "I told you before that when he was 17 years old, he went to sea and encountered a storm. He was rescued by the ancient head and thrown into the cabin. Hundreds of us killed each other and stayed in it for a full month..."

"Oh, I see."

With a slight sigh, Li Qing looked helpless: "in those days, I could hear the sound of mice biting the body in the dark every night. Sometimes when I was sleeping in the middle of the night, mice would get into my clothes. After that, I had a nightmare for nearly a year..."

Master Deng nodded: "yes, I've heard a saying that human fear is not the most frightening thing, but the most frightening thing. That's roughly what I mean."

"You are good at summing up." Li Qing glanced. "How about you?"

"Ah? I what?"

"Nonsense, I asked you what you saw."

Master Deng shook his head and immediately chuckled, "I'm a little embarrassed. Don't say it."

Li Qing looked suspicious: "tell me, how can I find that you seem very happy?"

Master Deng grabbed the flashlight with his back hand and made a gesture in mid air: "a pot."

"Ah?" Li Qing stared round in amazement, "pot? What is this?"

"Well... A boiling pot." master Deng couldn't help laughing. "I saw my father and my mother."

Li Qing understood in an instant, looked at Deng Shi's smiling cheek again, and felt a trace of desolation for no reason: "it's really creepy that you can laugh."

Deng Shi was born in a rich and famous family, but when he was five years old, his father's company was mismanaged and framed by his friends, and finally went bankrupt. With his parents, the young master Deng moved from a tall and luxurious villa into a low and dilapidated hut in the slum. The family has lived an extremely poor life since then. The originally warm and beautiful family relationship has gradually evolved into a fierce quarrel between parents every day.

It was the afternoon of Deng Shi's sixth birthday. His mother cooked a pot of hot water and promised Deng Shi to cook meat for him. For Deng Shi, who hasn't tasted the smell of oil for a long time, it was really the most anticipated moment of the year. After finishing his first grade homework, he lay on his parents' bed, stared at the bubbles rising from the boiling water, and licked his little lips from time to time.

Mother was about to put the pork into the pot when her drunken father knocked open the door and came in. Mother complained that her father did nothing all day and only knew how to drink, regardless of the family. The two men quarreled again and even wrestled in the end.

Father drank too much, a fire surged up, grabbed his mother's head and pressed it into the pot

The boiling water splashed on Xiao Deng's cheek. He rolled all over the bed and cried loudly, but his mother had put her head into the pot and didn't move. The boiling water was still rolling, and soon a strong smell of meat was diffused. However, this smell only made little Deng feel sick.

Later, Deng Shi's father was arrested for murder and committed suicide the day before the court sentenced him. Six year old Deng Shi was sent to an orphanage where he spent his whole childhood. Since then, Deng Shi also maintained a vegetarian career for more than ten years. It was not until the second year when he was brought into the first team by Li Qing that he finally broke his ban and began to eat meat at a picnic after his brothers completed their tasks.

Therefore, when master Deng hallucinates under the influence of the wonderful fragrance in the ancient building, he sees a pot, a boiling pot, and perhaps his mother's boiled face floats in the pot.

Memories are mostly cruel. The wound in the heart is bloody and will never heal. Anyway, Li Qing doesn't intend to go further on this topic.

"What time is it now?" Li Qing suddenly asked.

"Oh, it should be one o'clock in the morning." master Deng looked down at his watch. "Zhao Qili's group of people have rested at the Tiankeng for a long time. It's been several hours since they came here. How did you get there?"

"It's been a whole day?" Li Qing's face was funny. "I ran away after I got into trouble in the underground river. Who knows I got lost in the stone road. By the way, what about that thing?"

Master Deng shrugged helplessly: "you failed. Zhao Qili shot away a knife you threw with a gun and it didn't fall into the river. However, we didn't get nothing. At least we knew what it was."

After a slight pause, master Deng slowly opened his mouth: "a golden nanmu coffin."

"Is it really a coffin?"

"Well, there seems to be someone's body inside." master Deng nodded slightly. "I think they are going to revive the people in the coffin by using the legend of the immortal ancient building. These people are crazy..."

"Zhao Qili seems to disdain this idea, but he should listen to the old guys in the team. Older people always have more stubborn ideas. Well, you should see the man who was hung up by a hook on your way here? That's one of the old guys. They seem to believe and master this theory of ghosts and gods Zhao Qili is the supreme leader of that team. "

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