Chapter 307: Mysterious Homecoming · Pitfall

"What is it?" I asked.
"I don't know, it's on the edge of the pit." The fat man looked at me and suddenly said to me, "The thief does not go empty, there may be good things, I have to go down and see, you wait for me for a few minutes."
I was terribly angry, but now I am alone, he does not listen to me, let me hold the stuffy oil bottle, and rummage through the water. I have no choice but to make him hurry.
However, this is not easy. Most of the tiles are buried under the debris and rummed through the pottery. Unlike in the sea, the sand is relatively soft. The pottery here is sharp on the one hand, and it is on the other hand. Just slide down into the pit, people are not good to maintain balance. The surface is okay. It's very difficult to dig a few pieces and dig deeper. Sometimes I see a piece of pottery that I can't pick up if I want to open it, as if it grows inside.
After digging a few times, the fat man seems to have found the target. He floated to the surface to ventilate and dived. He forcibly inserted his hand into the excavated pottery pit and broke it out without breaking twice. Suddenly the fat man shivered and shrunk his hand back Blood flow on hand.
"Oops!" I secretly screamed badly, and I said it wasn't bitten by the turtle king. But I saw that the fat man showed no signs of poisoning, but the wound seemed quite deep. He took a breath in his mouth, changed his hands and broke it hard, pulled the bone out, and then came up.
"What's going on?" I asked on the side.
"His mother, there seems to be a thorn in this bone, it hurts me." The fat man drew his skull while sucking his fingers, and greeted me to shine the miner's lamp over.
I muttered, "Look, do it yourself." When I walked over to illuminate him, I just walked over to him and suddenly heard a series of dull "grunts" coming from under me, and then a series of noises came up. ol.
Fatty and I froze for a moment, then the bubble stopped for a while, and a series of "Guru Guru" came up.
"His mother, it's really unacceptable. You can't let the fart catch up with the rocket artillery. It's still bursting. This movement is too big." The fat man covered his nose and said. I was also baffled and looked around: "His mother, I didn't fart."
"Why are you so stinky if you don't fart? What kind of smell are you, and your stool is smoked to death." The fat man frowned.
Did smell around, but when I smelled it, I was shocked. This is indeed not the smell of fart. Although I can't remember what it tasted for a while, I didn't feel well subconsciously, it seemed that something was going wrong. I just wanted to say go, and suddenly I lost my balance, and the water burst, as if stepping on the air, and the whole person sank into the well.
It was very sudden, almost instantly my feet were empty. My first reaction was that I slipped and immediately kicked my legs to try to stand up again, but then there were bubbles all over the water, and the pottery under my feet The film moved, sliding straight to a place, simply standing unsteady.
I was overwhelmed, and immediately realized what I was doing. I quickly shook my legs and turned over to dive underwater. The fat man also dived, and we plunged into the water.
When I scanned the miner's lamp, I saw that the bottom of the water collapsed under my feet. A large pit collapsed in the bottom of the water, which was connected with the pit on the side to form a very large deep hole. The pottery skulls around it all went to the bottom of the pit Slide away. Looking back, I saw that the stagnant oil bottle was pulled into the bottom of the pit along this collapse, and my feet were wrapped tightly in the pottery pieces, and I couldn't pull it out, as if something grabbed his feet and pulled it down, trying to drag him into the bottom of the pit . I did n’t pay attention to the stuffy oil bottle. In fact, he has been taking care of us all the time. We are not used to taking care of him. Seeing that his leg is trapped in the debris and has been wrapped in the thigh. Obviously, the collapsed moment was wrapped in. of. He gave no feedback and let himself sink down the tiles.
Seeing that he was about to be wrapped in a pit, the fat man and I hurried over to help, and one of them grabbed one of his hands and pulled it up. The fat man couldn't use any strength with one hand, biting the miner's lamp with both hands, the two men pushed hard with water and pulled him out.
This kind of thing will be dead if he is alone, if there are two or three people, it will not be a major accident. The stuffy oil bottle was lifted and began to cough.
The fat man said: "I say your fart is so powerful, you have to collapse the bottom of the water. Remember to say hello before farting to avoid hurting others by mistake."
I gasped and scolded: "It's still running against me at this time, I will fight with you later."
"Look, you are not humbly accepting teaching!" The fat man took the miner's lamp to look at the bottom of the water. The collapse below slowly expanded, but some stopped, and soon a hole about half the size of a basketball court appeared before us. Dark, like a big mouth, to swallow us down. From time to time, some bubbles came up from the opposite side, and there was a stench around them.
I remember that this is the smell of biogas. This hole must have existed. Maybe something like a wooden beam was added to it. After decay, it still maintains a fragile balance. When there is no external force, this balance can be It lasted for thousands of years, but once there was any damage, the wooden beam collapsed. The collapsed pit may have been caused by a broken wooden beam, and the fat man dug tiles at the edge, causing a chain reaction.
"His mother," said the fat man, "Is it all empty below?"
It should n’t be deep below, but the water was muddled just now, and I could n’t see the end. I said,
This may be a sandwich layer to prevent the ghost canister.
Seeing him walk to the edge again, he said,
Be careful Click, just now I stepped on it and it suddenly collapsed. His mother, maybe this place is completely empty. Now I stepped on a piece. Do n’t have another chain reaction after a while, and we will be finished.
"As long as you don't fart, it's okay." Fatty said, "Hey, what is this?"
I followed his flashlight and saw that something was floating in the deep pit.
"Far away!" The fat man reminded. I pulled the sullen oil bottle reflexively back a little distance, and the fat man focused the miner's lamp on that thing.
Those things came up very quickly, and they quickly emerged from the hole. At this time, we have seen clearly that there are some rotted wood and branches, and there are many indistinguishable cotton-like garbage in between. These should be all The sediment that was crushed in the silt below was stirred by the falling pottery, followed by a lot of muddy water. For a time, the visibility near the cave entrance became worse.
The fat man picked up a few branches, all wrapped in rubbish, and got his stinky mud. He threw it away and said, "His mother, the old mud of this mud bubble was turned over by me. Stinks to me, his mother! Is n’t this the former pit?

I said, "Your family only uses such a large dunghole. If you here, you may die directly if you slip your feet. Can you pull it out?"
The fat man will pull it. If the is more nervous than bungee jumping, I do n’t think elephants dare to use it. The ancestors of the Western Queen Motherland will not torture themselves like this?
"Perhaps this is because the queen wants to cultivate their children's dwellings in the sense of safety, so that they are very alert when shit." The fat man is serious.
I hurriedly said, "Hurry up, here is too dangerous!" We covered our noses and were about to leave. The fat man picked up something from the water again, but this was not a branch. He hummed and raised it: "He Damn, what do you think this is? "