After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 317 The Strange Mine

   Hu Lichang himself went to the mine repeatedly, how could he not know that the map in his hand was wrong?

   Unless he deliberately gave the wrong.

  What is this man thinking?

Liu Tiao whispered: "I heard that reporting the mine crisis to Panlong City was not the idea of ​​the head of the Hou Li, but spread by two businessmen, and the head of the Hou Li had to report it in the end. It's a bit frowned upon to claim."

  A team member behind suddenly said: "Sister Liutiao is right, this place smells bad, a bit fishy."

  Another person also said: "It seems to be a little hot."

  Without sunlight, the bottom of a mountain like this should be cooler as it goes down. In some caves, the cool wind blows all year round, and the surrounding residents go to escape the heat, and even put on long clothes after staying for a while.

   But this passage is getting hotter and hotter, the air is still dull, the tip of the wicker nose is slightly sweating, and a few old men beside him have also begun to wipe their foreheads.

   Could it be that there is geothermal heat below?

  How is it possible? If the mine dares to be opened on a volcano, will it drag everyone to die together?

   It is impossible for Panlong City to start mining without even investigating this situation.

  He Lingchuan suddenly raised the fluorescent grass, pressed against the mountain wall and said, "When did the wall of the tunnel become like this?"

  Everyone took a closer look and saw that the originally dark stone wall faded to off-white at some point, and there were countless roots wrapped around it, which looked like blood vessels.

  Pressed it up with my hand, and found that the stone wall is no longer cold, but very warm, even a little elastic.

  The door panel suddenly said: "We haven't seen the fixed pile for a long time."

  The safety factor of the mine is not high. After the miners dig out the passage, they often use wooden strips and wooden frame doors to support it for reinforcement. They walked all the way, and they could see it every now and then without paying attention, but it seems that they have never seen a single piece of this journey recently.

   "We walked for more than a quarter of an hour, and there seemed to be no end, and there was always such a passage forward." The team member behind said, "Could it be that the ghost hit the wall?"

   "With the protection of Yuanli, the magic is difficult for us." The door panel said in a deep voice, "Let's take a look around. Strange, how can there be no forks in the maze?"

  He Lingchuan remained silent.

  The weirdness of this mine has something to do with the Jindu Ghost Cub. Although the two he pursued in Panlong City were not easy to fight, they couldn't make such a mystery.

  Can’t even the Yuanli on them break this illusion?

   Sure enough, Dong Rui was right, "The later the ghost cubs are born, the more capable they are, so cheer up."

  A section of the uphill road ahead, everyone climbed to the top and found a gap in the ground, only three feet high, like a flat mouth.

  Thinking about the past, I can only use my hands and feet to crawl in close to the ground.

  The slenderest wicker said in a low voice, "I will go first."

   As he spoke, he put his hands together, and passed through the crack of the ground with a whoosh, his figure as nimble as a fish. If there are enemies ambushing on the side, I'm afraid we may not be able to seize the opportunity.

  After she passed by, she looked around and raised the fluorescent grass: "It's okay, come here."

  All the people climbed over one by one.

  He Lingchuan deliberately stayed at the bottom.

   When it was his turn, it was dark behind him, and there was no teammate left.

  The four-body throw means that this position cannot draw weapons to defend oneself, so everyone must pass as soon as possible.

   As soon as He Lingchuan got down on the ground, he felt his calf tighten. Something grabbed him and pulled him back violently!

  When someone else is caught by a ghost, their first reaction must be to crawl forward desperately.

  He Lingchuan didn't, he pushed forward with his left hand, and his body accelerated and slid back!

  The force of that thing pulling him is already great, and if he accelerates himself again, it will really double the slide and fall.

  It's like a fisherman trying his best to pull his rod, but the big fish in the sea jumped out and hit him on the forehead.

  It would be a shock to change anyone.

  The black hand that pulled him didn't expect the prey to be so silky. Although it was a bit unexpected, he didn't forget to scratch it.

  It is not big, and its height is only three feet, which is very suitable for this short and narrow passage, but the claws that grow out suddenly are nearly one foot long, which can penetrate three points into a stone, and it is easy to cut through flesh and blood.

  If He Lingchuan doesn't turn around, it will attack his spine; if the prey turns around better, it will give you a belly-breaking gift package.

   But it forgot the key point: short hands are short.

  He Lingchuan is an imposing six-foot man, with a pair of legs longer than his height.

   To retreat so quickly is to kick it hard in the belly!

   Before the monster's claws reached his back mound, he was kicked more than seven feet away with a chirp, and hit the mountain wall.

  He Lingchuan landed on the ground and turned around, the knife was already in his hand, and a dim cold glow lit up in the dark room.

  Sharp, but there is no wind.

  That thing also knows how powerful it is, and it turns around and hides. It moves as nimbly as a mouse being chased by a cat.

   But it still felt cold and painful on its knee joint.

   Below the joint, everything is cut off.

  It screamed, the sound was like a baby crying, and the high decibel was superimposed by the refraction of the cave, which made He Lingchuan's eardrums hurt.

   But that didn't stop him from making a second cut.

  The first cut is fierce, and the second cut is full of energy.

  It's useless to keep this thing alive, he wants to kill him with one blow.

   Who would have thought that this thing seemed to know how powerful it was, and before it finished screaming, it leaned back and disappeared in an instant.

  He Lingchuan slashed on the mountain wall with a "plain" sound three feet into the rock.

  Wicker and the thin man hurried back when they heard the noise, but left the door panel and other guards on guard at the other end.

"Appeared?"

   "I took one leg off." He Lingchuan took out the bundle of fluorescent grass and approached the stone wall, "It escaped from here."

   "Here?" There is not even a crack on the stone wall.

  Even if there were, they were just the knife marks He Lingchuan had just made.

   "It retreated into the stone wall, just like jumping into the water." He Lingchuan picked up a cut vine with the tip of a knife, and a dark red liquid gurgled out of it.

   All three of them smelled a strong smell of blood.

   Wicker Daqi: "Will the mountain wall bleed?"

  The thin man pointed to the broken vine and said, "It's like a blood vessel."

  The three of them were silent for a while, and then spoke at the same time:

   "This is real blood, not a trick!"

   "This is definitely not a mine!"

"walking back!"

  He Lingchuan first rejected the thin man's suggestion of "going back": "The other party designed us, I am afraid there is no way to go back, and it will waste energy. The only way out is still ahead."

  Not to mention this strange maze, if you encounter a ghost hitting a wall in the suburbs, the last thing you can do is turn back.

  Most dangers are behind you, and people are waiting for you to turn around.

  He asked Willow again: "Is it human blood that flows out of the vine?"

  Wicker sniffed it carefully, even dipped his finger in it to taste it, smacked it for a long time before saying, "It's kind of like it, but it's not exactly like it."

   "Where is the difference?"

   "The smell of iron is too strong. Although there is a rust taste in the blood."

   "Let's go." He Lingchuan pointed to the cracks in the ground, "I'll be at the back."

   This time, everyone passed through the seam again, and everything was safe.

   "At least we can be sure that the monster here is the Jindu cub." Just after meeting each other, He Lingchuan had already seen each other clearly. What's more, he had fought against its brothers before, and knew that these monsters only had three fingers on their palms.

   "Broken Knife, you are too trusting, what if this monster digs your heart out from the back?" The thin man complained, "If you die unfortunately, do I have to reluctantly become the captain?"

  He Lingchuan glanced at him: "You don't want to be?"

   "Uh..." Is it too unmotivated to say I don't want to?

  He Lingchuan took out a broken shovel from his back and shook it in front of him: "Didn't I ask you to bring this?"

  The low house outside the cave is the residence of the miners, nothing else, a lot of production tools. He has dealt with Jindu ghost cubs more than once, and he understands that these things like to attack people's vital points, such as eyes, throat, confidantes and other parts, so he asks his teammates to hold a shovel before entering the hole, throw it away if there is nothing to do, and can be used as a guard if there is something to do. The heart mirror prevents disasters.

  Wicker dismissed this, because she was already wearing a small breast shield, which was exchanged for meritorious service and was of high quality.

  He Lingchuan has also decided that he will go to the Pengcheng Department to change a set of high-defense armor this time when he returns home.

  The door panel couldn't help but said: "Where are we!"

"This is not an illusion, it should be the lair created by the Jindu ghosts. They are most used to fighting here, and they can even come and go freely, hiding at will." He Lingchuan said again, "Just now I chopped the stone wall with a knife, and I can feel it. It shrank suddenly, as if it was in pain."

   As soon as he finished speaking, everyone had weird expressions on their faces.

  The skinny man yelled strangely: "Aren't you going to come with me?"

  Wicker said unhappily: "These are newborn cubs, what else can they have in the nest they are most used to!"

  Of course it is in the womb of a mother!

   That is to say...

  The hand holding the big ax on the door panel tightened, turned and walked forward: "Hurry up and chop off those little monsters, this place really can't stay."

  A team member behind suggested: "If this place was created by Jindu cubs... that place, we wreak havoc here, will they show up?"

  The door panel nodded: "Good way!" As soon as he raised his hand, he smashed four or five axes on the mountain wall.

  Wicker watched his movements, hesitated to speak.

  Blood was flowing inside the stone, and he also felt what He Lingchuan said, the feeling of the stone wall contracting as if suffering from pain.

   Immediately afterwards, the entire passage began to shake, as if the mine was about to collapse.

   "Okay, let's go!" Wicker pushed the door, "Don't be crushed to death here!"

  The tunnel begins to shrink, tumble, worse than collapse—stand in the wrong place and you may be crushed to death.

  The crowd ran wildly, and the aisle was tightened several times in the middle, and the tallest door panel was almost caught. It was He Lingchuan and other team members who dragged him out desperately.

   Otherwise, he might be squeezed into meat sauce.

  Wicke glared at him angrily: "Good way, huh?" Can this guy think a little bit more before doing it, and don't follow others' advice.

  The door panel was wronged, and he rubbed his nose and dared not make a sound.

   I don't know if that Jindu cub was scared by He Lingchuan, or he should take advantage of the chaos to show off his existence and confuse everyone by the way.

   Fortunately, there is an exit in front of him. As soon as He Lingchuan rushed to the entrance of the cave, he felt that his feet were empty and his body fell.

  Crap, suddenly there is a hole below.

   Fortunately, he was well prepared, and exerted strength on his waist and legs, forcibly stopping the momentum of leaning forward.

  The bundle of fluorescent grass looked down, and the front suddenly opened up, which turned out to be a very wide space.

   At least within the scope of the light, there is no end in sight.

  (end of this chapter)