Chapter 384:

+The dark rear end of the cage is entirely masonry, which is part of the building behind it. In the right hand corner, almost invisible from the outside is a narrow thick teak wood door. When Mahatma falls down, the door can be easily opened, although I can’t see a lock, buckle or lock on the side facing Li Huai. hole. Li Huai followed him into a stone vault.
He said: "Now you need to be careful." His voice echoed in the invisible corridor. "Although those who might harm you here are not malicious, they still have a desire for harm, and none of you know how to give an acceptable explanation for the young cobra wearing glasses?" Walk, observe the lantern and remember that as long as it doesn't hurt anyone, it won't hurt you. "
After that, he suddenly raised his heel and walked forward, swinging the lantern, causing the light to swing back and forth. Li Bai is walking past the heart of the masonry, which turns almost black with age. There is a smell of ancient tombs. In some places, the walls are damp enough to become green and slippery. At present, Li Huai has reached the top of a section of stone steps, each step is composed of a huge block, and he walks smoothly through hundreds of years of sandstorms. As Li Bade descends, it becomes more and more humid, and for those wearing boots, those huge obstacles are tricky things. However, after the gray Mahatma waved a few times under his lantern, he kept calling back:
"Be careful! Be careful! There may be as many people who fall as there are people who jump! May I ask the reason for the injured?"
Li Biao walked forty or fifty steps. I reached the end and just reached the lowest point. When I cut something between my feet, there was something swaying behind me like a whip. While Mahatma was shaking the lantern, I just saw a six-foot-long snake chasing a huge mouse closely. After that, Li Huai might have fallen into because of all the differences it brought me. .
I don't know how long that tunnel is, but I know I won't go there to measure it again. It is almost the same size as the New York subway, but is built with huge stones instead of concrete. This seems to be a kind of hell, the cobra has been hunting mice. But Li Badi saw a group of fiery rats eating a dead snake.
There are hundreds of cobras, they are savage, six inches of things, or even smaller, they know the degree of evil, and can kill them with certainty, just like a mature snake raising its hood when Li Bad is past And it made a hissing sound.
The snake seemed to be afraid of Mahatma, but not the Mahatma, and hid under his feet more cautiously than Li Bai’s snake, but did not notice him otherwise, while hundreds of snakes raised their hoods and hissed at Li Bai . Although he didn't touch him at all, at least fifty times mice and snakes ran around on the King's feet and mine, or slipped between Li Badi's legs.
Kim said on his shoulder: "This person is useful to Li Hao." "He will not be killed himself, and if he can help Li Hao will not make Li Hao a reality. This is not a new trick. Many\'\ 'Can manage snakes.'
The gray Mahatma, twenty yards ahead, heard every word. He stopped and let Li Badi get very close to him.
"Have you seen this?" he asked.
In his yard, a cobra's head was swinging about two and a half feet above the ground. He handed me the lantern, stretched out his hands, and coaxed poisonous things to come to him, because you and I might be coaxing a stray dog. It obeyed. It placed its head on his hand, lowered the hood, and then crawled to within six inches of his face, resting its head on his left shoulder.
"Do you want to try?" he asked. "If you want, you can do it."
Li Huai didn’t want it. When Li Huai stood there, the reptiles on the ground were swarming, rising and swinging high, their forked tongues flickered, but they didn’t show a tendency to use their fangs. Many people raised their fangs. scarf. At that moment, there must be fifty dirty things enough to hit. And any bite of a person means certain death within fifteen minutes.
However, they did not bite. The Gray Jihad set down the deadly snake very gently, and then drove the remaining snakes away. They flinched like a flock of silly geese, hissed and swayed like geese.
"Come!" He flourished. "Cobras are stupid people, stupidity is contagious. Go away!"
Li Badi quickly walked up the steps made of huge stones with a longer history, and then walked along the gray majesty to the gallery at the top. At the other end was a drop of clear smell and stagnant water. I can hear some slow sounds moving in the water, somewhere in the distance is a turning point, the light is so dim that it is almost invisible, but more like a misty fog. A heavy monster splashed somewhere under Li Bai, and the majestic raised the lantern and stared at Li Bai's face.
"Those are robbers. If you want, you can see them now. Like snakes, the rule is that you must not harm them."
He looked at Li Badi keenly, as if making sure that Li Badi was really unhappy, and then leaned his weight against the iron door in the corner. It opened, and Li Huai followed him into a dark dark room. However, when the bright light penetrated the square hole in the ceiling and showed the steps hewn out of the rock, the door that Li Badi entered hardly swayed backwards. Something on the top of the head was removed by a stone bolt from the hole.
Mahatma urged the king to go first, but because the king refused, he led the way again, passing through the square hole above his head as easily as any seaman jumped into a horizontal tree. Kim followed him, I stood in the opening from head to toe, surveyed the foreground, and followed him closely.
I looked at the king's legs. The light comes from three large firewoods placed at the left end of a rectangular chamber hewn from hard rock. The chamber is at least one hundred feet long and thirty feet wide. Its roof is lost in smoke, but it seems irregular, as if the walls of a natural cave were shaped by masons, who left when they found the high roof.
A man who was barely naked, with a long beard and hair on his shoulders, was handsome, almost a man of manners, with only a seven-section bamboo pole in his hand, and he did not leave anything. He is a very old man, but he has a strong physique and he is like a horse race in training. His main business seems to be the supervision of a few absolutely naked people who pass wood through a dark gap in the wall and then stack it with almost ridiculous precision on three fires on the other end.
Between these three fires, it was not spitting or restraint, but completely still. There was a person sitting there, so dry that even the heat could not draw a drop of sweat from him, but Can live, because you can see his breath and fire shining on his living but not blinking eyes. The air he breathed in his lungs would definitely burn him. Every hair disappeared from his body. When Li Badi watched them come to feed him.
But he is only one of many of them. All of them have been subjected to the most terrible and useless torture, and everything is as free as him. They can release themselves as long as they see fit. The least offensive person was sitting within six feet of me. He was sitting on a cone-shaped rock not as large as a coconut palm. The small rock rested on the top of a rock cone about a yard high, and the way it shook slightly changed the balance. The man's legs were crossed, as if he was squatting on the floor-even though they didn't actually sit on anything. And his arms were crossed behind his back for a long time, and his posture was stable, so that the nails of his right hand grew from the biceps of his left arm, and vice versa. As Mahatma later told Li Huai, he was also fed water drops and about twelve grains of rice every day.
The space in that terrible lunatic asylum is very precious. Next to the guy on the rock, there are two ropes hanging from the nearby roof. The lower ends of the iron hooks have iron hooks that pass through the back muscles of another naked man, who touches the floor with one toe to keep him swinging. The muscles were so attracted by his weight that they formed a ring a few inches long and turned into dry bones. This tension has some effect on one of his legs, because it shrinks under him, seemingly useless, but the other foot is swaying on the floor, which seems to be fine. His hands crossed his chest, his beard and hair hanging like seaweed.
The place near him again looked like a medieval shelf, but the rope had no heavy objects, no wheels or levers. A man lay on its arms and legs, reaching the corner so tightly that his body did not touch the support below. His posture was so long that his hands and feet died from the pressure of the rope, and his limbs were a few inches beyond the normal length. To prove that his torture was voluntary, he balanced a cobblestone on his solar plexus, and it was much easier to fall down than to throw a stone.
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