In the same way, the other ear is made in the same way.
After finishing all this, Fang Jindong, only two black cochleaes were left exposed in the air, and the world sounded so clear to him.
When he was about to hit his eyes with a crazy smile, a feeling of falling came from him, and then he fell fiercely from the tunnel, rolled in the dark, his head knocked on the sharp stone.
The pleasure of tearing his face disappeared instantly, and was replaced by a piercing pain. Fang Jindong looked like a lobster falling into the boiling water, holding his head in pain, and reason and pain returned to his head.
He didn't understand what happened to him just now, why he lost his mind in the tunnel, as if he was occupied by another person, manipulating his hands to do all this.
And the moment he fell from the tunnel, he changed back to himself. If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have died in self-mutilation a long time ago, but Fang Jindong is not an ordinary person, he has a terrifying past that many ordinary people have never touched in a lifetime. So he survived, and after resting on the ground, he gradually recovered his physical strength and mentality.
He stumbled to his feet, remembering that the purpose of his trip was to find the way. It seems that the way finding was still very successful. Didn't this find a strange place? If Ning Chuan passed through that tunnel, he would probably not survive half of the time.
Fang Jindong panted, and took out the flashlight from his pocket. During that chaotic and bloody journey, the flashlight was not lost. It was a blessing in misfortune.
He turned on the flashlight, took pictures everywhere, and found himself in a space with no end in sight.
Is it the underworld? Fang Jindong thought.
Recalling that long and painful time in the tunnel, mixed with some kind of secret and excited trembling, just not long ago, it turned out to be like a dream.
He shook his head and started walking around.
The rock under my feet is very flat, and the end is invisible at a glance, the light of the flashlight disappears into the darkness. In the dark, the line of sight is limited to a fairly narrow range, so it is difficult for a person to keep moving forward in a straight line.
The characteristic of the maze is to reduce the reference objects while increasing the path as much as possible. The fewer the reference objects and the more paths, the greater the probability that people will get lost in them. When the reference object decreases infinitely, approaches zero, and the path increases infinitely, approaching positive infinity, the labyrinth becomes a large plain.
A large enough plain is often the most terrifying labyrinth in the dark.
Fang Jindong didn't dare to walk around, because the road that merged with Ningchuan Meng Qisheng was behind him. Once he walked far in the dark, he would never find his way back.
He thought of a way. He turned on the flashlight and put it in place, so that as long as he approached the flashlight to a certain range, he could see the light source. Fang Jindong was very fortunate that when he was about to goug his eyes when he was in the tunnel, his reason returned to his head.
He roughly processed the wound on his face, and then fumbled forward in the dark.
When the eyes cannot see things, they will gradually shift to the left when walking. This is because the step of the right foot is slightly larger than that of the left foot, so the direction will gradually change.
Fang Jindong has been trying to adjust, not too much, otherwise he will not be able to grasp the degree of adjustment. When I looked back, the light of the flashlight had disappeared.
I don't know how long I have been walking, I suddenly felt a moist air flow in front of my eyes, and my hair was also wet when I touched it. He slowed down and walked forward slowly, afraid of something suddenly appearing under his feet.
At this time, a little green light of a firefly appeared in front of my eyes. The mist in the air is getting thicker and thicker, mixed with a pungent fishy smell.
He stepped forward, startled by the sight before him.
A huge abyss, how many years has existed in this underground. Inside the abyss stood some green lights lit by stars, which should be the light from some kind of rock.
It was these faint rays of light that saved his life and reminded him to slow down in the darkness. With these lights, one can vaguely see the mists gushing out of the abyss, rushing straight into the darkness above the head, and the inner walls are densely packed caves, all of which seem to be artificially excavated, because a plank road has been built inside the abyss.
You can't see the other end of this abyss, nor can you see the bottom, nor can you see the top, it just exists so abruptly in the darkness deep underground.
Just as he was about to find his way to the inner wall of the abyss, he suddenly felt that the wound on his face became tighter and tighter, something seemed to be stuck on it, his eyes became more and more unable to open, and his breathing was blocked.
Fang Jindong raised his hand and touched it. It felt sticky, it didn't seem to be blood, and he couldn't see what it was. At this moment, he felt something squirming upwards along his nose.
It's a worm tide!
The insect tide spewed out together with the moist mist in the abyss, and he had been submerged by the insect tide without knowing it.
Fang Jindong turned his head and ran on the road desperately. He was so dark before his eyes that he couldn't see clearly, so he ran wildly without getting within the range where he could see the light of the flashlight.
Where is the road! Fang Jindong roared in his heart, the pain on his face twitched and the wound broke open again. He couldn't control so much, and desperately searched for traces of the flashlight.
He even suspected that the light of the flashlight had been completely covered by the insect tide, so the darkness in front of him was not darkness, but the insect tide.
He prayed that the matter was not so serious, and rushed, but he felt that the pace was getting more and more stagnant, and the range of movements became more and more difficult to pull away. This is not the feeling after being overly tired, but as if someone was slowly winding silk around him while he was running, circle after circle.
He knew that this was because he had gradually been enveloped in the secretion of insect pitch.
If it takes a little longer, he will completely lose the ability to move and become a sculpture wrapped in asphalt.
Finally, before he was desperate, a faint light finally came from the darkness, which was the location of the flashlight.
After approaching, he didn’t care about anything. At this time, he already felt that his actions were quite slow. He gritted his teeth and plunged into the corridor when he came. He was still afraid of the mysterious will in the corridor, but he was already Can't care so much anymore.
Staying outside will turn into terracotta warriors, and it’s a big deal in this tunnel that you can just dig your eyes out.
It was a lot harder to return than before, and the horizontal corridor was still a little bit more, and the vertical passage almost made him consume all his energy, and he could only move up with his legs and feet against the inner wall little by little. The worm tide was always by his side, he couldn't stop, and all his potential was stimulated.
Fortunately, this time he did not lose his mind, and when he returned to the shallow cave exhausted exhaustedly, the worm tide did not follow up, and he had been invaded by the worm tide into his internal organs.
Hopeless. (End of this chapter)