The thing was caught, it was indeed a bag, the style was like it was from the 1960s and 1970s. It might have rushed down from the upper reaches of the underground river. When it was washed here, it just stuck to the corner.

This does not mean that someone has been here before. The underground river is well connected. If it is connected to ponds or rivers elsewhere, it may fall into the water from elsewhere.

The square bag has two rows of copper buckle locks, and Li Tiecheng bit the flashlight and opened the copper lock.

There was a knife in the bag, a waterproof bag, and a small diary was wrapped in the waterproof bag. In addition, two compressed biscuits were found in the interlayer of the bag.

The edges of the small notebook were a little wet. I guess it was made when I was just holding it. Li Tiecheng opened it casually, and I leaned over and looked at it with the headlight.

The first page is written like this, and there is no date.

"Uncle Jingzai and I came to Yongzhou, Hunan. This trip, I felt that there would be big goods. No one from the local villagers paid attention to us. Uncle Jingzai bought a bag of rice from the villagers and gave it twenty yuan. It would be great if there was a restaurant. I went out with my uncle to have two cups."

Two lines were left empty and continued to write in dense small words.

"I said I would drive to pull a cart of stone sculptures tonight. I heard that Hong Kong bosses like to put on ancient stone sculptures in the back garden. Uncle Wei disagreed. Oh, I have to listen to him.

"Major news! There is a new situation, maybe it is a water cave! I won't say much, hurry up and get the bottle and go into the water, I will know! There must be a problem here!"

"We came down. We didn't find anything on the first day. They were all natural underground caves. Strange. Could it be that I felt wrong this time? I had a little back and my calf was cut by a stone."

"It's the third day, I feel like I'm here. This is definitely not a natural cave. Brother Jingzai picked up a small gourd bottle made of old brass, which also contained elixirs. Brother Jingzai said this was the elixir bottle that Taoist priests carried with him in the early Qing Dynasty."

Having written this, this page is gone, Li Tiecheng turned the page and continued reading.

"It's the fourth day, and I feel bad again. The injuries on my calf have turned yellow and purulent. Master, please don't get infected. I don't have a fever for the time being. Unfortunately, we don't eat much, so save some."

"On the fifth day, I felt like I was finished, I was a little dizzy and hungry. Why didn't there be even a fish in the river? There was something strange. I didn't dare to tell Brother Jingzi. When I was washing my face at night, I suddenly saw a human face. No, it can't be said to be a human face, a mummy face, wearing Qing Dynasty official uniforms, just like a zombie in the movie. I guess I had a fever and hallucination. My brother was also overwhelmed by a big storm, so it should be fine."

"On the sixth day, my legs hurt so much that I couldn't leave. Brother Jingzi carried me on his back and was about to go back. He found a broken copper bottle containing elixirs. He didn't have enough money to work and suffered such a serious crime. It seems that my feeling was really wrong this time."

"On the seventh day, my God! We found a cave with words!"

Seeing this, Li Tiecheng's breathing became heavy and he frowned.

I don’t know why this paragraph is written in a very sloppy way.

"On the eighth day, Uncle Wei said he went out to fetch water. I've been waiting for a long time, but he hasn't come back yet. He probably left me behind. Alas... I pity my wife, I'm going to leave it to someone else's care, and the flashlight is almost out of power. Come on, someone, who will tell me something."

"On the ninth day, I can't move... so thirsty... so hungry...."

"On the tenth day, shh... there are ghosts here, I seem to see them. There are really ghosts. Uncle Weiya has turned into ghosts, and both arms are gone, so I dare not say anything."

Next, only the rightmost one was written in the diary.

And it was not written in ballpoint pen, the handwriting was very large, it was written in human blood, and it was already done, and these words turned into dark red.

I tried hard to read, but found that I couldn't recognize what I was writing, just like the graffiti drawn by a kindergarten child, dipped his fingers in blood, and painted in a mess.

Li Tiecheng flipped through again, and the second half of the book was covered with white paper.

Douya was swallowing and said, "This...Who wrote this? It's not Laotian. Laotian has been here for eleven days? There is absolutely no one."

I couldn't figure it out even if I frowned. I could only speculate that these two people were from the Southern Tomb Raiders. I didn't mention my real name. I just said that one person was called Uncle Liangzai. The other person who wrote always wrote "How do I feel?" So I nicknamed him "Feel Brother."

There are really many people in the Southern School, especially those in Guangdong, who have the habit of remembering things. For example, Chaoshan people in the desert have written small notes and recorded some income and expenditures, which I read at that time.

And I remember that the "Uncle Beautiful" written on it is not called "Uncle Beautiful Beautiful" in Guangdong? It is called "Dao Mao" if you scold people.

He asked his head a question, and he turned around and asked, "Junior brother, Lao Wang (Wang Junhua) has had many contacts with the Southern Sect. Do you say he disappeared in Dao County two months ago? Could it be their group?"

"I can't be sure," Uncle Xue shook his head: "I haven't heard of any such person as the handsome uncle."

"Um......"

"Don't leave," he explained to us: "Check what you bring. If it's not enough for eight days, go back and replenish it first. Don't go down."

"I've seen the heads, why are we only carrying them for two days?" Douyazai said: "I didn't expect to use so much before."

The terrain ahead was complicated and very dark, and the flashlight could not shine far. I looked ahead for a minute and waved my hand and said, "Go back first, I'll go tomorrow."

Li Tiecheng frowned and said, "Wang Bartou, we can eat for seven or eight days in two days, right? We just got here. I was called by Lao Xue. Don't think I'm rude. You're too brave."

"Oh...."

After hearing this, he smiled and said with a stern expression: "It is precisely because I am careful that I, Wang Xiansheng, can live to this day. Brother Li, if you don't want to listen to me, you can do it yourself." After that, he pointed his head ahead.

Uncle Xue might have wanted to find Wang Junhua too much, and immediately advised: "Xiansheng, I think our control points should be enough."

He looked at Uncle Xue and frowned and said, "Junior brother, you have to be clear about one thing. I am here to help you, but there is a condition for you. You have to listen to me in everything. Do you agree?"

"Hehe...hehe, you haven't changed yet, so let's listen to you, and you can do whatever you say." Uncle Xue was convinced.

We started to return the same way, Douyazi carried the bag, which contained the duck.

The duck didn't run away. When he walked back, it showed its head out of its bag, and its two black bean-like eyes kept looking back.
Chapter completed!