The charlatan was so scared that he was scattered. The top lane was blocked, and the bottom lane became the first choice again. He shouted: "Little legacy, hurry up, you have a gun, knock out this bronze plate, let's go into the water!"

In fact, the charlatan can't swim at all, but no matter what, first look at it, get into the water, and then think about the method in the water.

It was also a way out. Jiang Lian drew his gun in his hand, staggered his feet, and shot at the joint between the bronze plate and the cylinder wall. The charlatan chopped and stomped on the edge, hoping that the miracle would happen. The bronze plate was suddenly stomped down, but it didn't. But there was something under the water, carried by the buoyancy of the water, and hit the other end of the hollow bronze plate.

The water level had reached the calf. Through the rippling ice water, Jiang Lian vaguely saw the outline of the thing. His mind suddenly became empty and he shouted: "Box! Is that box?"

The water surged, and the thing was stuck under the bronze plate for less than two seconds before disappearing. The charlatan bowed his head quickly and saw nothing. The situation was urgent. He had long forgotten what the "box" was, and his voice and body trembled like a sieve: "What box?"

Then, the world suddenly stopped.

The crackling sound of the tide rolling in the cylinder wall disappeared.

What does it mean? Cold sweat slid from Jiang Lian's neck and fell into his collar. He looked at the charlatan and slowly raised his head.

I saw it, came, right above my head, the ones that were right in front, only three or two centimeters away from their eyes.

Jiang Lian didn't know what this was. It looked like small stones, about the size of a locust, and the same color as a mountain wall. If they didn't move and fell on the ground, he would think they were gravels; if they stopped on the mountain wall, he would think they were just bulging rocks.

However, they are moving.

This scene is a bit disgusting. Tens of thousands of dense stone insects are built into a ball like countless bees crawling in and out of the beehive, almost blocking the entire barrel wall. As you look, people will doubt their eyes and think that the stone wall has cracked into countless small pieces, winding.

The water is over the thigh.

The charlatan's Adam's apple rolled: "Little...Little Refining, why haven't they come down to eat us yet?"

Jiang Lian said: "I don't know."

There is a flamethrower around your waist, but it is useless to use it at all: if you spray it on your head, the oil drips down, and he and the charlatan will die even worse - the fire will be burned and carbonized with high temperatures, and it will not be much more comfortable than being eaten by stone insects.

Only the answer is answered, and when the water reaches the waist, Jiang Lian's hand holding the gun is as high as possible: when these stone insects attack, they will be bitten alive and eaten alive. If they do not attack, they will be trapped in the water and then frozen in the crystal icicles.

Just like that, Jiang Lianfan calmed down: "If they come down, or the water is overcrowded, I'll shoot you, at least we can die more comfortably."

The charlatan said, "Try it according to the head, don't be accurate in shooting, and I will be punished for gunfire."

Jiang Lianxiao.

At this moment, a large group of stone insects suddenly moved, Jiang Lian's heart thumped, and his hand that was pulling on the trigger was almost suppressed, but he immediately discovered that these stone insects were leaving.

What does it mean? How could they leave? There is no one here, the third, fourth, seventh aunt and even Meng Qianzi are not there, and no one can avoid mountain beasts. How did they leave?

The charlatan's voice changed: "They... have left? Xiao Lianxian, what have you done?"

It's impossible because of myself, it's only...

Jiang Lian suddenly shouted: "Hurry, grab them! Catch them!"

The charlatan's scalp felt cold and numb. If they didn't come to eat him, he would be grateful. He still grabbed them? Do you think they didn't die fast enough?

Jiang Lian's voice also roared: "Don't you understand? It's because of you, just like a mountain harsh in your hand, and a giant crocodile headed for you, because of you! As long as they don't move you, you can climb them up!"

Damn it!

The charlatan didn't even think about it, and only heard the words "You can go up" in his ears. However, the stone insects did not retreat slowly. He hesitated for a moment, and the water had reached his chest and could no longer reach the stone insects. He said that at that time, Jiang Lian took a deep breath and instantly sank into the water. He picked up the charlatan's legs and sent it up. The charlatan roared, and pressed countless stone insects desperately under his palms. The hand felt extremely strange: sometimes cold and hard, sometimes warm and soft, as if this thing could still breathe...

His hair was so scared that he stood up, but the horror was soon overwhelmed by huge ecstasy: his palms and even under his arms seemed to have a suction cup, and he didn't need any effort to use his strength. His body was like a ride... uh... no... a windworm, winding upwards.

He said excitedly: "Little Exercise, I'm here..."

There was a clamor, and Jiang Lian hugged his legs tightly and was taken out of the water. The charlatan shut up quickly, and then he realized that he had a heavy responsibility: if he was not careful, he would lose all his life and lose twice his life.

His palms were sweating, and his hands were lying tighter. In a trance, he felt that these stone insects were like swarms of ants, and he and Jiang Lian were big insects dragged back to the nest by the ants.

He shouted to his head tremblingly: "Xiao Lianxian, have we been dragged away like this...?"

Jiang Lian was wet all over, and now he was dragged around the ice wall again. The ends of his hair were frozen and his lips were frozen purple. He said, "Depending on the situation, as long as it is not in this ghost place and it is safe, we will let go."

Next, there was a "blood vessel" wandering. Jiang Lian's guess was right. More than one of these blood vessels was really crossed like a neuron tree, and the hole walls were all hung with ice.

He remembered the strange rising water: Maybe here, the rising water is repeated. After the falling water, the residual water hanging on the cave wall instantly turned into ice, and year after year, the scale of today's interlaced ice blood vessels is formed.

It is even more terrible than falling into a trap if a person falls into a trap...

His heart jumped, and suddenly he remembered the thing he saw through the rippling ice water and the hollow bronze plate.

Is it the box he has been looking for?

It was so similar. At that time, I only glanced at it in a hurry. The thing was underwater, separated by bronze plates. It was impossible to see clearly any pattern and picture, but he was 100% sure that it was a box.

A box that floated on the strange water surface, rising as the water rose and receded.

***

Although there is still thin ice hanging on the mountain wall, it is no longer as tight as the blood vessels, and it is finally a flat road instead of a vertical barrel. Then the charlatan withdraws his hand: when he let go, he realizes that because he keeps grabbing his fingers, his fingers can no longer move.

He shook and shook, and finally got rid of the group of stone insects, watching the strange stone tide disappear into the complex mountain intestines.

The two of them sat in the intestines of the mountain, their eyes were dull, their minds had not yet turned, and they had not yet come back to their senses from the thrill just now.

After a while, the charlatan murmured: "Little Exercise, why do you smell so good?"

After he said this, Jiang Lian felt that he was so fragrant. He reached into his inner pocket and found the glass shreds of his hand.

He threw away the shards: he just fell and hit the blood vessels, and the perfume was crushed at some point, and it was soaked in water, and the smell was completely dissipated, making him look like a bush of human-shaped flowers.

Jiang Lian's brain was still lit: "Without the cold, how could the plum blossoms smell like..."

As he said that, he smashed the frozen hard and frosted sleeve with a dagger: "See, I've just got a bone-chilling cold, and now I'm so fragrant."

"Don't you take it off?"

Jiang Lian shook his head.

Without taking it off, he got up very quickly when he sinks into the water. His clothes were not soaked yet, and the ice was shaved quickly. Some parts of the clothes were still warm.

After a few replies, the charlatan finally recovered: "Little Exercise, how can I 'avoid mountain beast'? Am I also a mountain ghost?"

Jiang Lian was not angry: "You can't find the ancestor, so don't return to the ancestor. For a while, Peng Zu, and then a while, you have become a mountain ghost again - your mountain beast is not called a mountain avoidance beast, but a mountain avoidance beast, it has not arrived yet, it has escaped after hearing the wind, and both sides will not have a chance to meet."

"That stone bug just doesn't move you. Maybe you are old acquaintances. Didn't you say that you wrote the oral narrative of Zu? Eighty-most of your ancestors have been here..."

The charlatan suddenly interrupted him: "What voice?"

Jiang Lian felt a sudden heart, quickly raised his gun, and then turned the end of the pocket flashlight into the direction where the sound came.

That was a fork.

The flashlight is waterproof, but after this shock, the light seems to be much darker and darker. When it hits that place, it looks weird and gloomy.

The sound was approaching, rustling and shattering, and there were a few "Oh" sounds mixed together.

The charlatan was so nervous that his breathing stopped. He came again, came again, and became closer. The light gradually twisted a huge and weird shadow out of the fork. Obviously, its mouth was pointed and its head was deformed. It knew that there were lights here, but there were people, but it was not too slow. This shows that it did not take them seriously at all...

The moment the thing was about to step out, the string that the charlatan was tensed broke in seconds, and he roared with all his strength: "Kill!"

When a brave man wins when he meets on a narrow road, he must win first!

The snow chicken who had just stepped out of the fork was startled and staggered under her feet and almost rolled to the ground.

***

Hey, chicken?

The charlatan was confused.

Jiang Lian sighed and took back the gun.

The charlatan used his elbow to pound the river: "Little License is a snow chicken."

Jiang Lian nodded: "Didn't Huang Song say that Qianzi put two snow chickens in, one was heroic and the other was lost. This may be the one that was missing, it's really a fate."

Speaking of this, hope suddenly rose in my heart: A broken chicken survived to this day after coming in. That thousand figure should be... not much different, right?

He stood up on the mountain wall: "Let's go, we have to find someone."

The charlatan pointed to the snow chicken: "Take it with you too. Meeting is also fate - it's not me that I am a person who is very lucky. Usually, if a chicken appears, it is a good sign."

I just brought it with me, and I was so angry that I had so many things I had with me.

The charlatan walked towards the snow chicken, and his mouth was still "oh oh" and the snow chicken was strange. He stood there and stood still. When the charlatan approached, he ran away again, but he stopped after running a few steps, and looked at the charlatan with his small eyes.

After repeating this several times, Jiang Lian became impatient: "You still play with it, are you?"

The charlatan frowned: "No, Xiao Lianxian, this chicken seems to want to take us wherever you want."

Is that right? Jiang Lian glanced at the snow chicken: "What if I brought you into a trap?"

"What if it's not a trap, is it really important?"

It’s hard to say, there is a chance of fifty or fifty. Anyway, it’s going to the left and the right. Jiang Lian can do whatever he wants: “Then go and take a look.”

***

The snow chicken was really leading the way, shaking in front of him and shaking his butt. After walking for a while, he turned around with great concern, fearing that the two of them would run away.

Jiang Lian kept looking at the chicken with a squinted eyes. If this was a dog, he could still give some trust, but a...snow chicken?

The charlatan literate him: "Little License, don't look down on chickens. Scientific research shows that the IQ of chickens is almost equivalent to a child of six or seven years old."

Is that true? Jiang Lian doesn’t agree.

After walking for a while, Xueji turned into a slightly shorter fork. Jiang Lian had to lower his head to walk. Moreover, the fork was getting shorter and shorter. At the end, Jiang Lian was speechless.
To be continued...