When the fat man said this, I was also puzzled.

Although Fatty and I are just soybeans, Wang Yuanchao is from a real reconnaissance company and has rich combat experience. No matter how shrewd his prey is, he may not be able to escape his eyes.

But the old blind man can lead people to erase his own footprints easily and then ambush us. Isn't this amazing?

Wang Yuanchao blamed himself, but the lazy man on the side shook his head and said: "They didn't erase the footprints. They don't have the ability. The footprints were erased by the mountain god."

I saw that the lazy man seemed to know something, so I quickly asked him.

The lazy man explained: "A long time ago, there was a saying in the village that there was a mountain god living in the mountains around Zuo'er Village. The mountain god was active in every corner of the mountain, protecting every plant and tree on the mountain.

Only when it is foggy every year can villagers go into the mountains to hunt and collect herbs. At other times, the mountains are closed, otherwise those who go in will never end well. Even if you go in when it is foggy, you have to look back three times and keep an eye on yourself.

Footprints, if you find that your footprints suddenly disappear..."

"What will happen if the footprints disappear?" I asked.

"If the footprints disappear, it means that you are being targeted by the mountain god. Footprints are proof that a person is alive. If he erases your footprints, he wants to take your life!" The lazy man said in panic: "Run away.

Come on! The footprints of these people in suits are gone, and they are destined not to survive the sunset..."

"You bastard, who are you cursing?" Upon hearing what the lazy man said, a man in a black suit immediately picked up the butt of a gun and hit the lazy man on the cheek fiercely.

The lazy man howled, and two bloody teeth flew half a meter away.

"I told the truth, why did you hit me?" the lazy man said, covering his mouth in aggrieved manner.

Before the man in the black suit could continue his attack, the fat man quickly apologized and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, brothers! There is something wrong with my brother's head. You don't want to be like him."

After saying that, he pushed the lazy man to the back.

"Turns out he's a lunatic." When those in black suits heard that the lazy man had something wrong with his mind, they stopped using force. They just cursed him, raised their pistols, and carefully searched the tunnel.

I saw that they all wore intercom headsets, formed a triangle formation, and advanced slowly. They had obviously received professional combat training.

Wang Yuanchao secretly told me not to underestimate these guys in black suits, they all have the level of special forces.

I nodded secretly. It seemed that with the current battle, it was impossible to escape.

I don’t know if Sister Long-Legs and the others have been here before, but in the time it took to talk, we reached the end of the tunnel.

There is a huge loess pit at the end of the tunnel. The pit is covered with densely packed steel frames. Apparently, the major project of the missile base was dug here and the construction stopped.

Following the long-legged lady's order, more than a dozen people in black suits turned on their flashlights.

The bright white light shone through, and the dark tunnel suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of frost. I found that around the deep pit of loess, more than ten meters directly in front of us, there were many sandbags spread, and there were still holes on the sandbags.

Armed with several rusty heavy machine guns.

What the hell is going on? Are these soldiers here to build a base or to fight?

"Look there!" A sharp-eyed man in a black suit shined a flashlight above his head.

Only then did we discover that almost the entire top of the tunnel was filled with dense bullet holes. Broken pebbles and dried blood plasma could be seen everywhere on the ground, as if there had been a tragic war here decades ago.

Seeing this scene, I suddenly remembered that diary.

The last few pages of the diary clearly stated that during the construction that year, there were always accidents at the construction site. The wounded were all missing arms and legs, and countless PLA soldiers could not even find their bodies. In the end, they had to mobilize field troops.

Troops went up the mountain to assist the engineers in evacuating.

Could this be the final battlefield of the year?

So what is it that even guns and artillery can't deal with, so that these soldiers fight until the end without even knowing what they are fighting.

I no longer dare to think about it anymore. At this moment, all the hairs on my body stand on end. I just want to leave here as quickly as possible, leave Zuoer Village, go back to Wuhan and continue to open my antique shop.

This is a visceral fear!

If there is a tiger in front of you, maybe you can give it a try.

But if you are faced with an invincible devil, do you still have the courage to fight?

The long-legged lady also looked very unhappy, and a dozen people in black suits were whispering to each other, discussing something in low voices.

After about five minutes of silence, she asked the old blind man: "Old Ghost, what should we do now?"

"Go over and check the pit carefully! It should be here." The old blind man smiled sadly.

Under the command of the long-legged lady, the man in the black suit immediately held a pistol and nervously approached the loess pit, while the others held up flashlights to provide lighting.

Soon, a surprised voice in a black suit came from the intercom: "Ms. Nangong, we have discovered something!"

"What did you find?" asked the long-legged lady.

"There is an iron chain as thick as a bucket hidden in this pit. I don't know what it is used for. Also, the iron chain is covered with small silver locks. Judging from the texture, it must be thousands of years old..." The other end of the intercom

Reporting.

"Are you sure that lock is made of silver?" The old blind man took off his sunglasses, and Gujing Wubo's eyes finally glowed with sparkle.

"I still know Yin Zi." replied the other end of the intercom.

"Okay, you can count again. Are there ninety-nine and eighty-one silver locks on the iron chain? Is each silver lock engraved with a small green snake with three legs?" The old blind man counted his treasures.

asked.

The other end of the intercom suddenly became busy, accompanied by a rustling voice. After a moment, he replied: "It's really amazing! Mr. Gui, it's exactly the same as what you said."

Hearing this, the long-legged lady and others in black suits cast admiring glances at the old blind man.

I was also slightly surprised, thinking that the old blind man must really know this thing.

Before I could think about it, the long-legged lady gave the order to move forward, and we were immediately escorted forward.

The man in black suit who passed by first was already waiting by the loess pit.

After getting closer, I discovered that there was indeed an iron chain in the pit. This iron chain was really weird. It was thicker than any iron chain I had ever seen. It was covered with spots of red rust. Even several people couldn't move it.

.

What’s even weirder is that the iron chain is covered with sparkling silver locks, just like the wishing locks hung on the fences of scenic spots when traveling. But this lock is not a modern square lock, but an ancient conical lock.

shackles.

I curiously touched a lock, looked at it with a flashlight, and soon discovered the small green snake pattern in the old blind man's mouth. The snake's body was S-shaped, hissing and spitting out messages, and there were three small claws on its abdomen.

It seems extremely weird.

I swore I had never seen such a weird snake, so I asked the fat man.

The fat man didn't come up with anything after researching for a long time. He just stared at these silver locks with bright eyes: "Dingdang, how much is one gram of silver on the market now? The silver locks here weigh at least several hundred kilograms. What should we do?

I can also make a small fortune, I won’t lose this time, I won’t lose this time.”

"I'm asking you if you recognize the pattern on this." I said, dumbfounded.

"You don't care what the pattern is. Isn't it just a crippled snake with three legs? Hurry up and untie the rope for Fatty. Let's take apart the locks and divide them into several kilograms each. Let's disperse as soon as possible." Fatty shouted.

Just as the fat man was whistling, the old blind man suddenly laughed in a sinister manner.

His laughter looked extremely scary in the dark.

"Little fat man, you are really brave." The old blind man said: "You don't even know the name of this lock, but you dare to take it apart and sell it for money..."

"What's your name?" The fat man turned around angrily.

"Demon-suppressing lock." The old blind man said one word at a time.
Chapter completed!