Chapter 291: Mysterious Sea Home · Deep

My physical fitness is the worst among the people here, and I should n’t have been killed before. The third uncle knew this, but still let me go. Obviously, it would not let me do physical work. I think there must be His reason. But smelling the taste of this well, I really don't want to go on.
But this is impossible. Everyone looked at me. On the one hand, I was very curious about the situation below. On the one hand, the black glasses didn't have any room at all. I couldn't refuse. I had to be protected by the black glasses and follow The crack went down.
Probably psychological factors strengthened my illusion. Immediately after going down, I smelled a strong smell of urine, which made me unable to breathe, and this channel was not as good as I thought, and the angle was very large. , Watching the uncle descend so steadily, it used a lot of effort, and slipped, and immediately my body was stuck with a lot of mud and moss mixed with this urine. Can not help frowning.
The black glasses above me smiled and said, "Sorry, buddy, but urine is good for the skin."
"His mother, fortunately you didn't let them here." I scolded.
He laughed happily. The people above heard that something had happened, and the rope stopped. He immediately signaled him to let them continue to let the rope go.
It was very dark all around, because here it was too narrow to lift my head, so I could see nothing but the flashlight of black glasses. Fortunately, it is down, if you climb up more tired.
I saw him still wearing black glasses, so I couldn't help but ask him: "Can you see it while wearing that thing?"
He smiled at me: "Debbie can't see clearly without Dai."
I don't know what he means, but he doesn't want to explain, so he doesn't ask anything.
Going all the way down, I quickly reached the mouth of the sand cracks I saw just now. After taking a picture, I immediately found that there is no other hole in it. There is a gap that can only be crossed by the front chest and the back of one person, but you can find it when you enter it. Although the gap is very narrow, it is extremely deep, and it develops up, down, and forward. It looks like a huge mountain is split in half, and I feel like I climbed into the cleave.
And what surprised me is that the crack walls are all the kind of Buddhist altar pits in the grotto, that is, the cracks of the whole sand are smashed out of the depressions, and each depression is a mass of dried mud cocoons. , Sticking out of the hollow with sludge, and entwined with the roots around. The mud was cracked, like dry soap.
Look up, down, left, and right to see this kind of depression everywhere, just take a glance, and there will be flashlights deep in the gaps.
We squeezed into the gap, I touched the sand inside and found that it is hard like stone, these should be the soil deposited by the sand, very humid, rich in water, then squeeze in, and I will Going to the edge of a mud cocoon, I wanted to touch it, but the black glasses drank me and did n’t let me touch it and said, "Be careful, do n’t touch these mud cocoons." "What is inside these cocoons?" I Asked.
"Dead." He took a picture of one of them, which was a broken cocoon. White skeletons were exposed inside. "The burial of curved limbs. This may be the most primitive well built by the ancestors at that time. There were no stones, only some cracks in the mountains smoothed by mud, which were later used as graves.
"Crypt? This place?" I wondered.
"Repairing this kind of project will definitely kill many people. These may be slaves captured by other countries. If you die here, it is impossible to transport them out and bury them. Just bury them on the spot. There are many on the edge of the Great Wall." "Arrived."
I looked down, the gap was far from the end, but on the stone wall on the side of the gap, the boulder continued to crack a gap, there was a flashlight flashing, obviously the third uncle was inside.
Black glasses signaled upwards, the rope stopped, we climbed carefully, and the third uncle reached out and pulled me in.
This gap is very narrow, the most terrible thing is very short, about half as tall, I only have a cat to enter. My feet hurt terribly, and I fell down on the ground as soon as I entered. Then the black glasses came in with their waists.
Looking around, it was found that the two sides of the crack here were all small tree roots and mud cocoons wrapped in dry mud. They shrunk in the depression and were always arranged on both sides, and the sound of the water flowing under the ruins could be heard. Looking inside, I found this crack cracked in another stone shaft. Apparently the earthquake caused the sand layer to crack, and the cracks connected two wells that were very far apart, and we walked a short way.
The inside of the shaft is messy and cracked everywhere. Obviously, when the ruins collapsed, numerous such cracks were formed.
I asked the third uncle, "Why let me down?"
"I'll show you something." He said, beckoning me to follow him. We squatted a few times in a small gap, and he pointed at the sand wall behind the root of the tree with a flashlight.
At first, I could n’t see what was there, because all the roots were sticking to the sand wall. When I looked closer, I saw that there was a line engraved on it, like a few English letters. I was shocked. The third uncle's hand allowed him to take a punctual picture, carefully recognized, and he said "Oops".
Sanshu said: "Look, this is what you saw in Changbai Mountain, is the mark left by the younger brother the same?"
I nodded busy, this is the mark that the dull oil bottle was carved in Changbai Mountain, and I was scolded in my heart. Did his mother just come here?
"How did you find out?" I asked Sanshu.
He wiped the mud on his face: "Don't worry about this, can you be sure that this is Brother's handwriting, isn't it a similar mark engraved by others?"
I didn't understand what he meant, and nodded his head to be sure, he immediately beckoned to the black glasses: "Blind, tell the people above to give Lao Tzu all down. We found the entrance."
The black glasses responded, and when they stepped out, they signaled them.
I asked the uncle what was going on, and the uncle said: "Look at this mark carefully, how does it feel to be different from what Changbai Mountain engraved?"
"Different?" I couldn't understand the meaning of Uncle Suddenly. When I looked closely, I suddenly found that the mark was gray.
The mark is carved on the sand. This kind of sand is not suitable for carving anything, because although it is hard but very brittle, the force is small, and there is no trace. The force is too large, maybe a whole piece of sand The soil is cracked, and the mark is a bit complicated. Obviously, I was very careful when engraving, and this gray color is a trace of the oxidation of the sand over the years. The gray tone in the mark is almost the same as the surrounding sand, which means that, This mark is obviously engraved here for a few years.
"No." I was puzzled and said: "This is an old mark? You tell me to look again-"
Sanshu said: "No need to read, since the handwriting is, then it is correct, this is what he engraved, but not these days, but the last time he came here to stay."