The fox ignored me and gracefully approached Lao Daoer. I picked up Lao Daoer's clothes and took out a bag of gun sand. Although I had seen Lao Daoer use this trick before, I was very unfamiliar with how to operate it myself.
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After filling the gun sand, the fox was already riding on Old Dao'er, rubbing constantly, teasing Old Dao'er's weak control.
At this time, I suddenly remembered that I had read a pirated magazine many years ago, which was the kind of street reading with mixed content. There was a ridiculous story in it, saying that when you encounter a vixen, you have to put a piece of paper in the muzzle of the gun.
Otherwise, the shotgun will be confused by the stinky smell emanating from the fox and its trajectory will go astray.
I was a dead horse, so I hurriedly tore open the cigarette case in Lao Dao'er's pocket, balled it up, and stuffed it into the muzzle of the gun. I didn't know if it would work, so I had to give it a try. I didn't have time to think too much, so I lifted it up.
He shot the fox with his hand, there was no cry, just blood splattered everywhere.
The gunshot was just the sound of a gun and did not wake up the sleeping Lao Lin.
The old Taoist wiped the foam from the corner of his mouth, blinked blankly, and asked: "Where are the people?"
"Dead!" I said, looking at the white fox with its pulp bursting out.
The old Taoist looked surprised when he saw the dead body on his body. He wiped the blood on his body and smiled awkwardly at me: "Don't tell others, it's so fucking embarrassing."
"Senior, you are a master of Taoism after all. Why do you have so little self-control? You almost died!"
The old Taoist curled his lips and said, "You're not a bad boy either!"
I blushed and didn't know what to say, so I quickly changed the subject: "The moon has come out, there is blood, and a big stone one inch high is stuck here. Where is Qilin Slope? It's not that old man who fooled us.
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The old Taoist raised his eyebrows and said to me: "You are quite good at analysis. There is a peak but no road. As for walking on the snow and looking at the moon, I don't know what it means. Just take it one step at a time." The old Taoist said as he spoke.
Pick up clothes scattered on the floor.
I shook my head and saw that the fox's body had disappeared out of thin air. When I was surprised, I saw a sparkling bead on the ground and quickly picked it up.
The old Taoist was slightly stunned after seeing it, looked at it carefully, and said with a surprised expression: "My dear, this is the inner elixir of that snow fox."
I was stunned after hearing this. The inner elixir is formed by essence and soul. The higher the Taoism, the bigger and brighter the inner elixir. In order to unite heaven and man, ancient warlocks could only borrow outer elixirs and rely on alchemy cauldrons.
The refined elixir can assist in spiritual practice. It can move animals and birds, live in a place with strong spiritual energy, pray to the sun in the morning, look at the stars at night, absorb the essence of the sun and the moon, and the inner elixir will naturally condense. Practice is also attached to the inner elixir. The ancients observed the spirit.
The beast spits out elixirs to the moon, and also wants to form inner elixirs and ascend to immortality, but it is nothing more than a fool's dream.
The old Taoist looked at the inner elixir and shook his head: "I'm afraid it wouldn't take four or five hundred years for such a big inner elixir to be refined. It's such a high level of Taoism that it actually caused your kid's head to explode. It seems that it has really reached the end of its lifespan.
Take it, it will be useful somewhere."
I put it in my pocket. But where did the snow fox's body go? At this time, the old Taoist also realized that something was wrong. There was nothing else in this open space except a sudden boulder. How could the snow fox's body say it was gone?
It's gone.
My scalp felt numb, and I saw what the old Taoist was tracing on the ground. I leaned over and saw that the snow fox had been dragged away by something, and its white hair was scattered all over the floor. I followed the scattered hair around to the back of the big rock.
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Suddenly I found a deep hole, which was extremely dark, and bursts of cold white air floated out of the hole. I looked down, and the residual light of the flashlight shone on it, as if it were shining on a black cloth, without any reflection, as if it was leading to the entrance of the hole.
The tunnel of darkness.
"What the hell is this?"
The old Taoist didn't answer, but my voice did not disappear, and there was an echo of despair floating at the bottom of the cave.
"It's over!"
"What's over?" I looked at the old man in horror.
Before he could answer, I suddenly felt a gust of cold wind behind me. When I looked back, I saw a putrid zombie flying towards me from the towering ancient tree.
Under the conditioned reflex, I turned my shotgun into a chopping stick to resist. Unexpectedly, the old Taoist grabbed me and tried to avoid me. Suddenly my feet slipped and we both fell into the hole.
My head immediately went blank, and the only warm part of my body was my crotch. With a scream, Lao Daoer and I fell heavily into the water. But fortunately, the water was very deep, and we did not hit the rocks or be directly inserted into the mud.
I swam upwards vigorously, and saw bubbles coming out of Lao Dao'er's mouth and floating up. I hurriedly swam towards him, but what surprised me was how could the water be warm.
Old Daoer floated on the river for a few days, and obviously no longer needed my help. He paddled all the way and swam to the shore.
I breathed a long sigh of relief and looked around. Sure enough, there was another cave. It was a natural cave. The entrance of the cave led directly to the clearing in the forest, with a drop of no less than tens of meters. The deep pool was like a cornucopia, accepting everything.
The creatures that strayed into it. Waves of mist rose from the pool, carrying the sorrowful complaints of many dead souls.
I stood up with difficulty. I didn't know where the huge cave led. There were ravines on the ground, and the red magma slowly flowed into the distance.
"Are we going to the underworld?" I said half-jokingly.
"It's not the underworld, but it's more terrifying than the underworld!" Old Taoist said to me in a low voice as he kept looking around.
"Really? Do you know where this is?"
"This is an active volcano cave in Changbai Mountain. There are so many twists and turns and you turn into the pines. This time you have reached a dead end. Let's go to the underworld to see the snow!"
It is no longer possible to go back the way we came. No matter whether there is a wolf or a tiger ahead, we have to bravely break through.
But in this deep mountain and old forest, there are few people around, how can there be walking corpses, and what was the snow fox dragged down? We don’t know what is waiting for us ahead, but we must move forward.
The two of us walked along the cave, looking at the direction of the flow of lava. The deeper we went, the more space the cave gradually expanded. Although we were nervous, we were secretly glad that we didn't encounter any weird monsters along the way. We were just hit by the smell of sulfur.
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After walking for a while, the old man couldn't hold on any longer, so he sat down on the ground, wiped his sweat, and said to me: "Boy, I can't help you. In order to treat my injury, you are half dead."
Hearing what the old Taoist said, I couldn't help but feel depressed. If I had known that I would die here due to suffocation, it would be better to help the snow fox and let the zombies bite me to death than to die here.
The muggy air makes people more restless, and the air seems to be boiling.
There is no way to live, and there is no way to die.
I calmed down for a while. Seeing the old Taoist's painful expression, my heart was churning. Is this my fate? Am I going to die here today?
But this idea was quickly abandoned.
Wouldn't it be worth it to die like this?
"What a joke, how could we just die like this?" I pulled up the old man from the ground with a strong force from nowhere, and said excitedly, "I will carry you if you can't walk, we must get out alive!"
After hearing this, the old Taoist stared at me dumbfounded, then his eyes changed and he was so determined, and shouted: "Let's go!"
The power of faith is so powerful that two motes struggling between life and death stand up again, supporting each other, and embarking on a road of no return that may never see the light of day.
But no matter how strong the spiritual power is, it will melt under the stove, and the heat will get hotter as we walk. I endured the scorching heat and walked for a while, and suddenly my eyes opened up, and a surge of heat came violently. I covered my cheeks with my hands, and my body was sweating.
I was severely dehydrated. I had no sense of direction or time in this cave, and my nerves were almost insane.
I looked forward slumpedly, and saw streams of scorching hot rock flowing towards a huge volcanic crater, and heat waves hit me along with the surging magma.
"It's the end." The old Taoist opened his eyes with difficulty and said to me, "If you want to be cremated, just jump down. At least leave a whole body."
After listening to this, I took a deep breath, stood up again, shook my head, but could not stand still.
He was about to fall down, so he quickly held on to the rock wall in front of him. Unexpectedly, he still fell down, but it was not as hot as before.
When I opened my eyes, I saw a manually dug tunnel in front of me. However, it was obviously hurriedly dug and could only accommodate one person bending down to walk through it. But compared to this sweltering cave, it was already a fairy. I quickly helped the old man on the ground.
, the old Taoist didn't know why, so he was dragged in by me.
Sitting in the tunnel, touching the cold stone surface, I realized that I was still alive. The old man obviously relaxed a lot and rested for a long time.
“It’s really a perfect road!”
The old man also giggled, what could be more exciting than this.
But as we walked farther and farther, the shadow of death once again loomed in my mind.
At the end of the tunnel is a huge cave. I can't see clearly in front of me, but it just feels very empty. I have just experienced the scorching heat and entered this place, but I am trembling with cold.
The old Taoist found a pine oil torch somewhere and picked up a piece of charcoal unique to the Changbai Mountain area. He chiseled twice on the wall. Sparks burst out and the torch lit up instantly. Although the illumination range was not large, it was
In this dark space, it brings a little warmth.
By the dim light of the torch, he tentatively walked forward and found a stone tablet in front of him. The old Taoist looked closer and read word by word: "Fulonggang."
I also wanted to get closer to see what the trick was, but suddenly something knocked me down. When I stood up with difficulty, I saw that it was a femur.
I didn't scream out loud, otherwise it would have been a bit embarrassing, "This is not Fulonggang, it's just a graveyard!"
"Haha, boy, I see that you have become a lot less timid recently. This does not look like the demeanor of a young marshal who is trying to get rich."
"Senior, please don't belittle me. This is just what people brag about outside. I have no right to show off in front of you."
"Don't be modest, look what it is?" Old Tao'er seemed to have seen something in the black shadow not far away early in the morning.
"It seems like--a coffin!"
Yes, there is a brass coffin over there.
In the swaying firelight, the copper coffin also reflected a strange halo. We groped forward in the darkness, with our feet on the ground, the sound of broken bones could be heard endlessly, and ethereal echoes echoed in the empty cave.
Suddenly, I stepped on something soft under my feet. After just one glance, the blood in my body was half cold. It turned out to be the fur of the snow fox. The flesh and blood had been sucked dry by some unknown reason, leaving only a soft skin.
I patted Lao Daoer and pointed to the ground: "Is this the body of the snow fox?"
The old Taoist swallowed after seeing it: "It seems so!"
The two of us trudged forward, looking at the mummies lying on the ground in the dim light of the torch. The copper coffins were tilted or overturned. But without exception, the corpses were scattered out.
"Boy, you must have seen many scenes like this before, why are you still so nervous?"
"Senior, it doesn't mean that you won't be nervous if you have more experience. Every time I enter this kind of environment, I feel like I'm walking on thin ice or facing an abyss."
"That's right, it's better to be careful."
"Yes, be careful. Senior, what kind of ancient cemetery do you think this is? Why is it so scary?"
The old Taoist wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked around constantly, and said to me: "I don't know, whose ancient tomb has so many coffins, it looks like a mass grave."
"Senior, who would regard this place as a mass grave? I think it should be related to Evergrande Shouzhuang."
The old Taoist thought carefully and agreed with me, "I heard that the old man said that Hengda Shouzhuang is specially used to bury people who died violently. The copper coffin can restrain the corpse from mutating. I think this place may be the morgue warehouse of Hengda Shouzhuang.
, I don’t know what happened, and the man who was created was thrown off his horse.”
Chapter completed!