Chapter 392:

+ I grabbed Jin and dragged him to the floor until the irregular stone steps provided the only way to escape. There, I hugged him on my shoulders like a sack. In the drunken and moving twilight, some gray-bearded crew members easily leaned down from the windowsill and returned to me again. The best chance is to climb quickly before they realize me.
When I reached the window sill, it was empty. There is no indication of where Greybeard and his crew are. I can't remember the exact direction of the entrance, but rushed towards the wall, in order to find my direction. When I started to do this, I heard the gray Mahatma climbing up behind me.
His voice is hardly louder than a cat. Although Mahatma was invisible, he walked over quickly, and after a moment I felt his hand touching me. It is at this moment that the music and colors soften, which is the kind of light you might expect before the world becomes overwhelmed.
He said, "You are as strong as a buffalo." "Leave that fool here and follow me."
My right hand is free, but the gray Mahatma helped a lot in his tweet.
So I put my hand on his back and pushed him in front of me. If he should have been disappointed in learning about the king too early instead of me, he might decide to have done it with Li Huai at that time. My task is to get out of the cave before the golden light appears again.
Mahatma Gray led him in, and he did the same, because there is a secret way to open it, I can almost certainly not find it. I pushed him over.
Then Li Huai fell into the pitch black darkness. There is neither light nor room for turning. Only Mahatma can lead forward. I must be careful to carry the gold so as not to hurt him in the narrow passage and protect him from the rocks.
However, when Li Huai approached the end of the long journey, he began to gradually recover, regaining consciousness through adaptation, and began to look like a man from anesthesia, and started kicking, so I need to work hard to protect him from injury. When his foot didn't hit the wall, his head lifted up, and I finally shook him violently. Achieved the desired effect. It seemed that smoke was spraying from his head. His body became warm almost instantly, and I felt him burst into sweat. Then he groaned and asked where I was. After a while, he seemed to understand what had happened because he struggled to free himself.
"Okay," he whispered. "Let me go."
Therefore, I asked him to slide his feet in front of me, hug him under his arm, and repeat Li Badi's lock-step trick, but the posture was reversed. When Li Huai reached the outer door leading to the narrow main passage, his body became quite strong. Mahatma opened the door and walked into the light. But the peculiar thing about that light is that it does not flow across its designated boundary. As long as Li Huai does not follow him through the door, Li Huai will always be in the dark.
Therefore, when King Kong walked in front of me, Mahatma could not know the mistakes he had made all the time. He naturally concluded that Kim Jong was carrying me.
When I walked out of the dark shadows, he looked a little surprised at my appearance. I grinned at him as much as I could, hoping that he would not see the red spots on the shoulders caused by the king's heavy pressure. Or scratches on the nails when King Kong started to regain consciousness. However, he did see it and understood it.
"Go ahead, McDuff!" I said in plain English, maybe he didn't hate me that much after all, because he smiled when he turned his back to the road.
Without encountering anyone, Li Huai passed through the narrow gate where the first tall, speechless artist admitted to enter, and came to the cave where the Lingam people lay on the stone altar. The Mahatma restored the lantern he had left there.
When Li Huai climbed the oval stairs and appeared on the platform under the cupola, dawn was coming. The gray majestic lifted the stone cover easily, betrayed the unsuspecting power, and placed it in the proper position. Its position was just right, so that no one knew the secret and would not guess the existence of the hidden staircase.
Mahatma waved his lantern and entered the temple, the huge idol was shrouded in trembling shadows, and went straight to the largest of them-the four-headed facing the marble screen. I thought he would bow his head and worship. He actually did kneel down, and I turned in surprise, so I missed the opportunity to see what he was really doing.
So I don't know how he handled it. But suddenly, the entire lower part of the idol, including the thighs, swayed outward, revealing a dark passage. He led Li Huai into the passage, and the stone returned to Li Huai's back, like a heavy object.
At the far end, the Mahatma would enter a square tunnel, which, if possible, was darker than the arch left by Li Wei. When Li Badi entered a file bag, I think I heard water splashing below.
About a minute after that, Mahatma stopped his activities and let Jin tied. Then, continuing to swing the lantern, he began to move forward again. I don't know if it is because of fear, intuition or just curiosity that makes me wonder why he changed his formation in this way, but I ridiculously inferred that he wanted the king to fall into the trap. It was the one who saved me.
"Beware, king!" I warned.
Just as I was speaking, I stood on a yielding stone trapdoor-felt a burst of cool air-and heard the sound of water clearly. The air smelled of stagnation. I slid forward and down, but popped out at the same time, trying to put my finger on the edge of the stone in front. However, the balanced trapdoor restored my balance and trapped me on my head. It stunned me in half, and after a second, I would plunge into darkness among the crocodiles. I only had enough consciousness left to realize that I was hanging on the covered end of the alligator tank.
But the faint outer circle from the Mahatma lantern just reached me, and when Jin turned his head to admit my warning, he saw me fall. He bounced back and grabbed my wrist, as if my fingers started sliding on the smooth stone. But my weight was almost too heavy for him. I walked too close and dragged him over so that the stone trap passed over my head and got stuck on my elbow.
Then I heard the king yelling for Mahatma to put the lantern back where it was. After seemingly endless intervals, Mahatma came and stepped on a stone to make it fly over my head again. , Almost made me use my brain in the fall. I don't know if he intends to do this.
He said, "This is not just an accident." He bent down to let the light fall on me hoarse. "Very good; pull up your buffalo and you will get him!"
For both of them, it was not easy to pick me up, because the moment the Mahatma removed his foot from the trap cover, the thing swayed upward and acted like a buckled tongue, preventing me from passing. When he stood up again, the other foot did not give him enough purchasing power. In the end, Jin successfully took off the belt and went around my armpit, and the two dragged me away, clearing me about half a square foot of skin left on the edge of the stone.
After leaving Mahatma, he once again waved the lantern alone, obviously in peace with himself and the entire universe.
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