In fact, I can feel that the cloth covered on my face cannot completely isolate the influence of the mist on me. The most is to relieve it. Slowly, my face starts to hurt, and my exposed arms are also hot. My fingers seemed to be swollen and itchy.
"Father, how long is this fog? Damn, this cloth is useless."
"You don't need to wear it. When the time comes to dissect your corpse, can you get a pound of cement in your lungs to convince you."
Meng Qisheng didn't say how long the fog will dissipate, and I don't know where we have gone. The darkness in front of me is unreasonable.
Fang Jindong had been carrying me silently, and suddenly stopped moving, "What's wrong?" I asked. At this time, there seemed to be a bunch of thorns in his throat, and he was very dumb when speaking.
"The old monk is gone." Fang Jindong whispered.
"When did you disappear?"
"Just now, I kept staring at them, but they walked a few steps quickly, and I went up and disappeared."
I was silent for a while, Fang Jindong didn't speak, stood still and didn't move, obviously waiting for me to make a decision.
"There is no need to find him. The old monk must be familiar with this place. Since he is gone, we must be sure that we can't find him."
"Then what should I do, do you want to go back?"
"No, keep going forward. He tried his best to bring us in. It's impossible to just throw it here. He will definitely come to us when he finishes the little thing he can't see."
"Yeah." Fang Jindong replied, carrying me on his back and walking.
Fang Jindong's back is fairly stable, and I try to keep my breath steady and not breathe in too much mist, thinking that I should plug my ears as well.
After a while, Fang Jindong said, "The mist is almost dissipated."
I took off the cloth covering my face, and sure enough, although the lifeless gray-black broken walls were still in my vision, the heavy feeling filled with fluids was no longer there. The field of vision is also broader.
"Let me down."
Although the fog has cleared, the discomfort on my body has not disappeared. My eyes are still as sore as after staying up late to watch the game, but it is even more uncomfortable. The exposed arm was already red, as if it had been burned.
"Does it matter?" Fang Jindong asked.
"No problem." I waved my hand. It's not that I am brave. These discomforts really haven't affected the action. It's just how much damage to the body, as Meng Qisheng said, go to the hospital for a check after returning to Chongqing.
I looked around, and found that the old buildings that were dilapidated and unknown to the age were replaced by modern ones.
To say that it is modern architecture is only a relative term, because looking at the style, these are very obvious styles of the 70s and 80s.
It can’t be regarded as a building complex in the strict sense, because the real building is only part of it. To a large extent, it is a more complicated marching tent, which is far different from our usual camping tents. Bigger and stronger.
On the exterior bodies of those few buildings, the heads of great men can be vaguely seen.
Is this the deepest place Meng Qisheng said
Judging from the tents set up here, it should be the group of people brought by Ning Hanqing, and they should be ready to stay for a long time. However, why is the camp intact now, but no one in the team can be seen? (End of this chapter)