"I'm a good boy..." The black fat man stared at the huge foot in the distant river: "I'm not mistaken, is this... a foot?"
It is indeed a foot, like a towering mountain.
I swallowed, "Does a giant really exist, or is it just a huge sculpture?"
Zhao Feng also straightened his eyes: "Leshan Giant Buddha is big enough, is a finger with this foot big? How much manpower and material resources would it take if it was a sculpture."
"Could it be the magic of nature?" Hei Fatty murmured to himself.
"Maybe there really are things like giants in the world, and the things recorded in the history of Beiling Desolate, maybe they really have his basis."
Hot wind blew from the end of the red river, mixed with a weird breath.
"What shall we do next? Why is this water red?"
"There may be an iron ore in the upper reaches of the river." Li Yuanyi fired another cold light bomb: "Let's look around and look for the traces of people who came here back then."
There were many people who came here back then, most of them were Japanese, followed by Liu Wendao. He may not have been here, but Ning Hanqing was the last.
Ning Hanqing entered the Greater Xing'an Mountains three times, and at least once entered the underground. Even his final destination is likely to be here.
One after another, cold light bullets were launched to the surroundings. In the whistling sound, the underground space was lit up little by little. We saw the giant's feet lying in the middle of the river, and his legs were like two rolling mountains. Stand in the distance of the river. An arm protruded out of the darkness to support the river, and the surrounding soil bulged high.
This is what the ground glimpse looked like before he died. He fell into the red river with one hand on his thigh.
We still can't see his upper body clearly. Everyone stood on this bank of the river, behind which was a cement cave laid by the Japanese. On the cliff in front of them, the ropes they used back then are still hanging there.
The beach on this side of the river has long been dyed red. Li Yuanyi leaned over and looked at the red river beach, and said, "Go and have a look on the river beach first."
Zhao Feng checked the rope left by the Japanese: "It's quite strong and works. I'll get it off first."
He took the lead, followed by others. The river beach was unexpectedly hard. It was not like the accumulation of silt in my imagination. Instead, a red shell formed on top of the silt. A strong smell of rust came from it. It seems that there is indeed a piece of iron upstream. ore.
Everyone stepped on the river beach and slowly moved closer to the river.
Near the shore of the river are several boats that have long been decayed. Most of the boats have been dumped and sunk, only part of which is still on the water, and part of the hull can still see the infamous sun flag.
"The Japanese devotees too much effort. They have shipped so many ships down, and even repaired the port. Look there, they still have planks on the water." Zhao Fengshi was surprised: "How much effort has been taken." what."
I also found it a little strange. A port was indeed built over there, and all the ships were moored in the port, but the strange thing was that after thinking about it, I asked, “Why are they in an invisible underground? River, and on a river with extremely gentle water, build a port?"
"The depth of the water indicates that their boats have a deep draft." Chongyang said: "You can't dock on the shore, you can only stop at a place where the water is a little deeper in the river. The port is built for the convenience of fixing ships."
At this time, everyone had already walked onto the wooden planks on the water. They were all fine woods in the Greater Khingan Mountains that were transported from the ground, but they couldn’t withstand the wind and water for so many decades. Most of them were already rotten. It collapsed, revealing the quietly flowing red river below.
The water is very turbid, even a little viscous, with a rusty smell.
Walking to the port, there were a total of six ships, three of which had completely sunk, with only a little hull exposed, two had turned over, and only one was still standing on the water.
The more I watched it, the more strange it became: "This ship is too big, and it seems to be a sea-going ship. Why do they put so many sea-going ships underground? It's totally overkill."
"Could it be that this underground river actually leads to the sea?"
"How could it be possible that there are countless shallow reefs in the underground river, and the draught of sea boats is so deep that it is impossible for them to sail in the underground river for a long time. And logically speaking, they shouldn't need sea boats either." I doubted: "Just use the most common The transport ship is enough."
"Go up and have a look first." Li Yuan joined together.
Going straight to the only intact ship, the shell has been rusted into a pile of shit. Everyone climbed up the ladder outside the cabin. A thin red shell had been formed on the deck, and the mast was broken.
In the middle of overtime work is the cockpit, there is nothing left in the cockpit. Going down to the cabin, there are rows of neatly arranged in the center... Tatami
"This is getting more and more incomprehensible." Zhao Feng said in surprise: "If they have tons of cargo to transport, then it is understandable to use this type of big ship, but there are so many tatami mats in the cabin. , And it seems that this cabin has been completely used as their living place."
This is indeed the case. The traces of life in the cabin are too obvious.
"Then there is only one possibility." Li Yuan said together: "These large-scale ships are actually used to live in people."
"It doesn't make sense." I shook my head and said: "People can live on the river beach, and people can live in the caves. Why does it take so much experience to transport the big ships down and build the harbor, just to live in?"
Li Yuanyi solemnly said: "There must be a reason to be inside, and the rust shell of the river beach is too intact, and there is no trace of damage. Let's go to the river beach to take a look."
After getting off the boat, walking back carefully along the boardwalk, standing on the river beach, the hot wind blew across the entire river, bringing a strong smell of rancidity. We searched the river beach for a while and found no Japanese left. trace.
"They brought ships and built ports, but there was no trace of them on the beach..." I mumbled.
"Mom." The black fat man suddenly exclaimed, "Have you heard the rustling sound?"
"The bugs are here again?" The tall and thin man was also taken aback, apparently frightening the bugs that got into his ears.
Everyone's complexion changed, but what was different from the last time was that this time everyone heard that strange sound at the same time—something was scratching the rust shell in the mud under your feet, rustling.
We raised our heads in fear, and under our feet, in the river beach, there seemed to be countless hands scratching rusty shells, and the voices were dense and overwhelming.
And the red river in the distance was no longer calm. The hot wind blew through the darkness with a howling sound, and swept into the light. The silent river changed its previous state, and the waves were surging.
It seemed that the situation was already at stake in an instant. (End of this chapter)