"Look at your nails?" Bai Ye was taken aback, "Do you still have this hobby?"
I ignored him. I squatted down to look at the mummy lying in the pile of rubble. He looked at his clothes. He should be from the time when Ning Hanqing traveled to Changning. The facial skin has shrunk tightly and wrapped around the skull, tightening up and down lines. This is a male corpse.
I looked at his hand, the hand exposed from the sleeve was yellowish-brown, and my fingers curled up stiffly so I couldn't see the nails clearly. I didn't want to touch him, so I switched to the other hand and turned with the other hand just to be able to see clearly.
I raised my flashlight and moved towards it. My nails were already bluish-grey, but it didn't prevent me from seeing their shapes.
This is a hand with inverted triangular nails.
In the dream, Zhang Tongmeng's nails on his hands are also inverted triangles.
This corpse doesn't explain much. There are many people with inverted triangle fingernails, so it doesn't mean that the corpse is the Zhang Tongmeng in the dream.
But I became more and more suspicious of the identity of Zhang Tongmeng I met in the cave.
"Have you finished reading?" Bai Ye asked, "Let's go? Xiao Ning's master?"
I nodded, knowing that this is not the time to struggle with this kind of thing, and running away is the kingly way.
Jumping down the hole that Ning Hanqing exploded in the past, the underground is an abyss that cannot be seen to the bottom, and each beam is the carrier for us to jump between life and death.
In such an environment, it is very likely that no one can take care of anyone, and whether he can keep his life depends on his own ability and luck.
I greeted: "Let's go."
This process is quite thrilling, and I still find it incredible when I recall it now. I actually survived this time and again, as if a god is standing behind me. Sometimes, only gods can send people's emotions that have nowhere to rest.
In my life after this, I have experienced many dangerous journeys, but to count which one left me the most memorable, it may be this journey of falling that chanted fortunately every time I recalled it.
The wooden beams are not thick, and the footing point is curved. It takes a lot of energy to stabilize the figure on it, not to mention jumping between beams. There is no borrowing point on the wooden beam, and whether it can be stabilized on the beam is up to you.
The sound of collapse is the background of this escape. The deep of the wooden building has heard the sore sound of friction. This is the internal squeeze after the structure is unbalanced. Is there a beam that can not stand the huge pressure and break. The most dangerous break occurred one second before I was about to jump on it.
No one spoke, everyone was concentrating on saving their lives. I seem to be no one beside me, without taking into account the sound of collapse and fracture one after another. It's just a blank in his mind, staring at the next place to stay.
The moment I finally landed, I saw the room full of sarcomas screaming, and I felt extremely intimate. At this time, I felt my body collapsed and my legs trembled. I looked back and found that these are the seven lucky ones.
Even Gu Tang's Chongyang Festival is no exception. They leaned on the wall to pant, their legs trembling. Maybe everyone has endured both physical and psychological torments, and consumed too much under extreme tension for a long time.
We did not dare to rest for too long, and were about to bypass the sarcoma and crawl out. As a result, I suddenly felt the air damp, and a ticking sound came from my ear. I wiped my face: "Is it going to rain?"
It's impossible. The mist filled the air, and the ticking sound became more frequent.
Gu Tang wiped his face and said, "It may be that a few springs on the top or underground water leaked due to the collapse of the mountain, which was sprayed out in the form of water mist through the cracks under pressure."
I nodded: "It makes sense, but in this case..."
I suddenly remembered something. I have already pondered this matter several times, but I haven't found a suitable opportunity to say it. By now I may have to say: "Do you think... Why does the worm in the abyss happen? Come along with the mist?"
"Why did you say this suddenly?" Bai Ye asked.
Gu Tang said solemnly, "Ning Chuan is very lively. Do you think they like humid environments. When the fog rises, they will follow the fog?"
"Yes." I nodded. "I thought about it before. If this guess is true, then we might have to finish it."
In the building, the mist was filled with water, and water droplets fell on our faces like rain.
Everyone's complexion changed. If my guess is correct, then the worms are coming soon.
When the infestation comes, there is basically nowhere to go.
Bai Ye tremblingly said, "Young Master Ningning, is this worm tide really as powerful as you said?"
A few of them have not experienced the worm infestation, but I have seen Fang Jindong die tragically. His final death has nothing to do with self-harm. It was more because the worm infestation entered the internal organs and the secretions penetrated into his body.
"Is there really no way?" the big man asked.
I said: "There is also a way, which is to find an absolutely sealed space, hide temporarily, and wait for the insect influx to pass."
"Where is the absolutely sealed space!" The big man said, "There is air leakage on all sides of this building."
And a few of us looked at each other and all saw the joy in each other's eyes, "Mucous Shell."
The slime shell, in the wooden room covered by the slime shell, is not an absolute sealed space
I was overjoyed, and my heart said that it is really an inexhaustible road. The mucus shell of the wooden room we are waiting for now has been broken for us, and a group of people crawled and went back to the wooden room with the statue of gods. I picked another passageway and crawled in. I crawled to the end and found that it was sealed by the mucus shell.
I smashed the mucus shells and smashed them in regardless of the piles of sarcomas inside, kicking them away, joke, I'm afraid of you all here now? Let the father crawl, and no one will want to fight against Lao Tzu.
Everyone came in, squeezed and squeezed to prevent the sarcoma from crawling over and sealed the hole with clothes. The big man was the last one to come in. He was hurriedly taking off his clothes while he was shocked and said: "I... I saw it when I came in! For a while! The black mist drifted into the room where the idols were placed. Is this just a flood of insects?"
I nodded and said, "Yes."
Gu Nanshan also looked scared: "Fortunately, he reacts quickly. If you run into a run, you can't get away."
The sarcoma was so noisy that he secreted mucus on his face desperately. Since this wooden room was sealed by a mucus shell, the water mist did not come in. As soon as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, they heard a loud cracking sound coming from the inside of the building. , And then felt that the whole building was tilted a bit to one side.
All the sarcomas rolled around on the ground, screaming. The mucus shell cracked almost at the same time as the cracking sound rang, and the mist that had accumulated on the top of the head popped down, and several lucky people who thought they had recovered their lives instantly turned into loosing chickens.
"When it's over, the building will collapse, the mucus shell will break, and the bugs will come."
We can’t be trapped here any longer. Soon this place may collapse and fall into the abyss. We must leave as soon as possible, but the worms outside will not dissipate so quickly. The water mist will always be there before them. There are chasers behind the tiger.
I tried desperately to tell myself to calm down, the worms won't come so soon, and we still have a little time to figure out how to survive. I don't believe that there are no weaknesses in the insect tide.
Sometimes, death is the first productive force.
Yes. My eyes lit up and looked at everyone: "Yes!" (End of this chapter)