Chapter 418: Qionglong Stone Shadow · Huagu Opera

I have heard a lot in Changsha, and I was ashamed. After listening to it for a few minutes, it was determined that this was the case.
I understood it in an instant, and said that I rely on it, is this the little flower. Little flower stuck in this hair?
It must be like this if you think about it. If there is a monster here who can sing a flower-drum show, then I might as well be struck to death. But, what did you just knock on under the iron plate? And how did Xiaohua become like this, he was a stroke, did the hair grow from him or how?
I looked at the iron pan, looked at the hair, and decided not to take care of it first. I waited calmly. The thing seemed to be that I saw the iron hammer put down, and no longer hammered it.
This calmed down, the coldness of the whole cavity came out of the bone, and the sense of coldness appeared, a bit like the feeling of the moment when I walked out of the disco. I felt a little funny at the moment, and I had to bite my teeth to calm down. Wait until the hair walked slowly to the mouth of this stone room to stop.
Large hairs were stuck in the hole, watching my goose bumps standing upright, I swallowed a spit, and then, I saw a stick sticking out of my hair and handed it in front of me, then shook it, and then Pointed aside.
I recognized that it was the one that Xiao Hua used to fly over the wall. I looked down at the stick and saw that he pointed to a depression in the rock wall on the side.
The depression is very large, larger than the others, and there are several of the same size on the side. When I walked over, I saw a strange thing in it. It was made of iron. I glanced at the hair and saw him shaking his stick, beckoning me to hurry.
I dug that mass of iron out of the depression, and found it to be extremely heavy. When I shook it, it turned out to be an iron coat. All the parts are connected with an iron plate and fish skin, and there is a layer of dried oil on it, which can be directly torn off like the skinned Hong Kong feet. I tore off these skins and found that the contents were well preserved.
I looked back at the thing again, and he waved his stick again, as if to let me put him on.
Okay, I said in my heart, things changed from terror to very funny.
It took me a lot of time to study the iron clothes. Fortunately, it was not particularly complicated, so the power of nine cows and two tigers was put on. The inside is much more corroded than the outside. The embroidered residue on the face has a very strange smell. Moreover, this thing seems to be completely closed, even without eyes.
It was dark in front of my eyes, and I didn't know what to do. I felt a pole hit me outside the iron coat. I raised my hand and grabbed it, and he pulled me and started walking. Darkness, like a blind man, led by a stick in one direction, and soon I knew that I walked back into the passage, and then walked to those hairs.
Iron clothes are unexpectedly heavy. I can't stand up even if I don't try my best. I understand that the slow speed is really necessary. Fortunately, this weight represents the thickness of the iron clothes. The Chinese like this sense of porcelain.
After entering the aisle and walking on those hairs, the soles of the feet felt very uncomfortable, but because I wore solid iron boots, I was particularly confident to step on.
Stop and go, the rhythm is always controlled by the stick in front. After walking for more than half an hour, I felt the feeling of the hair under my feet disappeared. Stepped on the stone again. Then I felt the rubble started to appear, and we returned to the entrance.
The stick was still not satisfied, and continued to lead me forward until I crawled out and started to hear the bird call outside, realizing that I had reached the entrance of the cave.
There was a subtle change in the smell in the air. It was the smell of rocks, jungle and mist. The stick no longer moved forward. I took a breath and wondered if I could take off the iron clothes now. An unpleasant voice: "Are you stupid or inattentive, causing me to come over and back again."
The sound was like the one who smoked a cigar a day. I moistened my throat and found that it seemed to be audible. But maybe it's a question of spirometry, and I didn't even understand it.
Heard him continue: "Take off the helmet."
I leaned against the wall of the cave, and then I took off my helmet with all my strength, and I came across with a sober feeling.
Really came to the entrance of the cave. The night sky outside the cave was a bright moon, and a cold silver light was scattered on the cliff and the trees growing outside. The buddies in Chengdu haven't come up yet, but seeing a rope taut on one side trembling, obviously they are working hard.
The hair was just across from me, lying on the ground, looking like a moldy winter melon, but it was a bit fun. I cleared my throat and spit, and the speech became clear. I asked, "What are you doing?" Why did you get this virtue at once? "
Said, "Don't ask, help me get rid of these hairs and burn them with torches."
Came with a special small torch for mountaineering, which can be used for heating and signaling. In fact, it is only a large lighter. I took it out and shook it, then I started to fight and get him.
I don't know if it's because of the high temperature or not. All the hair shrank as soon as I approached the lighter, and then made a "squeak" sound, immediately curled and blown into gray. It only took me a few minutes to burn all the hair off his chest. Then it burned other places.
I do n’t know if it ’s my bad taste. I feel a lot of fun after burning it a few times. It ’s so enjoyable to burn so many hairs. No wonder the third uncle said that humans have the nature to play with fire. Dirty things can also be burned into charcoal and ash.
He has always burned his hair into a light chicken, and I did it. I watched him take off his helmet and sweat all over. Then it was just like taking it out of the cocoon. When the iron coat was drilled from the neckline, I could smell a very smell. When he saw the inside of his iron clothes, he was all stained with blood.
"It's not easy. In order to get you back, I carried this broken thing back and forth." His voice gradually recovered: "Brother, can you be smarter in the future?"
My heart said that I did n’t mean to save you even your life. You ca n’t blame me for this.
He pulled the bandage from his bag and took off his clothes. I saw a scary wound in the ribs.
"What the is going on?" I asked: "How could it be hurt like this, just a moment ago."
Xiaohua poured the wound with a kettle and bit her teeth: "There is a tricky thing under the iron pan."
Xiaohua's physical overdraft is very powerful, her face is pale, she is thin, and the wound is even more terrible.
I helped him to stop bleeding with a powder of Yunnan Baiyao mixed with other things, and he endured to tell me the story.
The process is more dramatic than I thought. Listening to myself, I feel a bit stupid. After he saw the iron plate, he immediately found the sway under the iron plate, and then tried to lift the iron plate. At this time, the sound of metal clashes began to be heard from under the iron plate. The irregular sound made him feel very strange, feeling that the living creatures were below.
At this time, I began to call, he felt that his throat was not very comfortable, and also felt that I was a little annoyed (he even said it directly), so he ignored me and wanted to probe below to see what happened. He supported the iron pan with a stick, hooked the hole with his instep, twisted his body into the hole like a snake, and found that the structure below was too complicated to understand, and the entire stone cave below was full of various chains and gears .
Caused these gears to turn, like the water flow inside the stone, but where the main shaft is transmitted, it was not visible at the time.
The sound of the metal knocking below was almost deafening. When he lit a small torch to take photos of the surroundings, suddenly the sound ceased. Then, he only felt the strong wind flash, and there was a sharp pain in his ribs. Immediately, he rolled back out of the hole, and at first glance, he had been so injured.
Only then did he think of me and wanted to call me for help, but when he made a sound he found that he could not speak. In a hurry, he wanted to return immediately in the same way. However, when he walked into the passage, he found that the hair close to him was all stabbed, as if attracted by the smell on his body.
He couldn't talk, he couldn't get out, the wound on his body was bleeding again, he had to go back again, wanted to find something to ignite, and notify me with fire light. Unexpectedly, he found the iron clothes, so he put on it and wanted to go back, only to step aside, all the hair was turned up. Fortunately, iron clothes are very strong.
Has no eye holes, he can't see me, but just feels my presence on the way, trying to touch it, it scares me to death. What made him even more collapsed was that, almost exhausted, I heard that I rushed into the iron pan room.
He knew that I would probably repeat the same mistake, so he had to come back again. As a result, he didn't talk about physical overdraft, and he wasted so much blood.
"There may be a problem with the air over there, which can paralyze our vocal cords," he said. "I'm going to let the people below hang a few gas masks. If my vocal cords are broken, I can't sing, and many girls will be sad. of."
After I heard it, I felt very uncomfortable. It really did n’t bear any responsibility for me. If I must say that there was something wrong with my judgment, that is, I did n’t judge his ability enough. If it ’s a stuffy oil bottle, I might be honest. Here.
Speaking of this, this person's character is really a bit similar to me, not much to say what I'm thinking.
"Then what will be below? So powerful, is it just a dumpling?" I asked.
"Surely not, there must be no dumplings in this place." He said, "However, it is not surprising that there is something evil in such an evil gate. In short, be careful.
I nodded and thought of what I just said, which was a bit strange. He said that those hairs reacted because of his blood. Why did my hands and feet have blood on them? But those hairs didn't respond to me?
Is it because I compare my lords, they are not good at this?
Thinking about it, I went to see my own wound, and at first glance, I hit a spirit, and I saw that there were still a few sparse hairs on my hands.
So I immediately took a picture, and found that I couldn't stick to the picture, so I picked it. When I pulled it, I suddenly felt pain. When I looked closely, I found that the hair grew out of my wound.
I pulled it a little, and the wound opened a little. The meat and hair inside were tangled together, almost crashing me. I immediately went to see my feet, took off my socks, and those cut by the tiles, all It is a black glitch.