Reasonable, unexpected.
In fact, when Meng Qisheng appeared, I vaguely felt that this monster was Wang Di. Although it does not resemble the description of Meng Qisheng in Inner Mongolia, it should be Wang Di who can act with Meng Qisheng.
Except when he pretended to be Fang Jindong, Wang Di never said anything along the way. After Meng Qisheng turned off the flashlight, the surroundings were completely dark, and Wang Di didn't have any sense of existence. This made me feel very bad. Wang Di walked quietly. Others knew that she was nearby, but they didn't know where she was. If she suddenly ran into her, it would be disgusting.
Maybe this is Meng Qisheng's strategy for restraining us.
"Why don't you turn on the flashlight" I had nothing to say.
"I just talked about..." Meng Qisheng's dumb voice slowly overflowed from the darkness in front of him, "This kind of formation is actually a blindfold, blinding your five senses and trapping you in it. If you want to go out, don't look at it with your eyes. road."
"Isn't that too simple?"
"Nothing is simple, only that it is too simple." Through the thick darkness, I felt Meng Qisheng glanced at me, as if being stared at by a lone old wolf, carelessly, but creepy. .
Meng Qisheng paused, and then said: "Closing your eyes is not the only way to go out, but it is indeed the easiest way; closing your eyes may not necessarily be able to go out, but it is part of the right way. Poor monks are afraid that you will not tell you halfway. And don’t, you can only hide your privates."
I snorted, thinking that the old monk was quite cunning.
Meng Qisheng led us slowly and groping forward. It was not easy to get down the rows of huge stairs, and it was also very difficult to get down. My stamina was already overdrawn severely, and now I'm panting like a cow. Originally I wanted to ask Meng Qisheng to inquire about it, but I didn't say anything about saving energy.
Unexpectedly, Fang Jindong would take the initiative to talk to Meng Qisheng. I thought that according to his personality, he would bury his head in silence. It seems that I don't know him well enough.
"What are you looking for a wet flood?"
Meng Qisheng paused in his footsteps before he laughed and said, "I can't think of your hungry and curiosity. You ask, do you want to ask yourself, or is the Ning Shi next to you want to ask? Or..." Meng Qisheng paused. Suddenly, it seemed to be thinking, "...Is the master behind you wanting to ask?"
He was very rude to ask, think about it, it is strange that such an old man-eating monster over a hundred years old would care about the feelings of others.
I didn't say anything, because I really wanted to know the purpose of Meng Qisheng's wet flood. And behind Fang Jindong there is indeed a master, the group of Sichuan Fangshis mentioned in Fang Xinwukou, and even Fang Panshan.
Fang Jindong silently followed behind me and did not say anything. It seems that I asked the question, and it doesn't matter whether you answer or not.
Meng Qisheng sneered, "It's okay to tell you."
Although I lowered my head and climbed the large stairs, my ears were silently ridged.
"Naturally, it is for Di." Meng Qisheng said in a low voice: "The secret investigation bureau's experiment seemed to have a problem. In the past few years, Di's physical changes have become more and more strange. I learned from Ning Hanqing that there are The news of the wet Jiao, take the opportunity to bring Adi to follow."
"What's wrong with her?" Fang Jindong asked again.
Meng Qisheng chuckled, "Let's leave it alone, otherwise Ning Shi is mainly nauseous."
There was a chill in my heart, thinking of the things he told me when he was in Helan Mountain, knowing that the purpose of his trip would never be simple.
Meng Qisheng seems to be quite sure that there is still a wet flood in this abandoned deep mountain base for many years, but it is a big project to find it. Look for it in one factory, and every factory is empty.**** Of a huge land sink. But not every depression is like the first one to cut through the mountain wall and figure out another canyon. But the dry lakes where the wet scorpions are kept are very deep. Meng Qisheng asked me to follow along again, not knowing if I was worried about my escape or what was wrong.
In the back and forth, my physical strength has been wiped out.
Until the last factory sinking and searching, I was sore all over, but the damp flood still disappeared. Meng Qisheng's face gradually became gloomy. Obviously, he didn't know which link was the problem.
The old monk's yin-eye gaze scraped back and forth on my face, his face was uncertain, and he didn't know what he was entangled with. I made him look up and down, step back two steps and don't turn around to see him.
Finally, Meng Qisheng smiled hoarsely: "Well, maybe it's not fate, don't force it. Let's go down."
The group got up and returned to the canyon where we first encountered the walking corpse. It may not be accurate to say "a pedestrian". Among us, it seems that I am the only one of us. Wang Di and Fang Jindong who have eyes would not regard them as human beings, and Meng Qisheng is a psychopath, half human and half ghost. Old monster.
"You lost in this dense forest in a hurry, and the team was silent. In fact, it was affected by the formation left by your predecessors. At that time, you were not far away from the team, but the formation blinded you. Hearing and vision create the illusion that you are left behind." Meng Qisheng crouched and said slowly.
"This formation is so powerful? Can you elaborate on the principle?" I asked.
"I don't quite understand. The trees, terrain, and other details that are difficult for ordinary people to take into account are all part of this formation. One link or lack thereof will fall short, but I know how to crack it." Meng Qisheng did not know how to solve it. Back, as if I knew why I thought, hehe smiled and said, "Naturally, I won't tell Ning Shizhu, after all, this is also a constraint on both of you."
Old fox.
The old monk seemed so old that he was about to belch after another breath. In fact, he was so strong that I could hardly keep up with us walking through the dense forest.
It was almost dark at this time, and the old monk finally stopped leading the way, but sat on the ground, gathering wood and making a fire.
The faint orange light filled the mountains, and there was silence all around. I was afraid that the fire would attract carnivorous beasts, and I wish I could sit on the fire.
"Ning Donor is hungry?" Meng Qisheng asked.
I glanced at Fang Jindong, and suddenly remembered that he was "starved to death", and that being starved is a starving ghost. Of course, it does not mean that Fang Jindong is really a starving ghost, but that he does not need to rely on food to maintain his physical strength. When we left the team, we only took two mountain knives with us, and now they are all broken. Naturally, there will be no food.
I looked at Meng Qisheng.
The old monk looked at me with a faint smile. Inside a cloth bag in his hand was a pile of shriveled meat strips. Under the firelight, there were dull yellow lines.
I suddenly remembered the yellow bun he gave me when I was in Helan Mountain. (End of this chapter)