Ning San changed direction, walked quietly a few steps, thought about it, and then turned off the phone screen. Anyway, although the drainage maze is complicated, the terrain is still the same. The top priority is to make himself less conspicuous.
Just a few steps, I heard someone talking in the darkness ahead. The sound is very small, but it is not the kind of smallness that deliberately holds the breath, but the feeling that the person making the sound can only speak with a breath. Ning San stopped, bowed his waist and moved slowly to the place where the sound was coming from. He suddenly remembered the "The Adventures of Jackie Chan" he had read when he was a child. Isn't it the voice of the Holy Lord
Good guy, there are a bunch of holy masters in Chongqing sewers.
Ning San felt that there was something absurd. The absurd thing was that his mentality had been so resilient before he knew it. If he had left it before, he would still dare to listen to the roots of the wall by himself, and it would be too late to slip away.
It’s not easy to hear aloudly. The people talking over there are not good at Mandarin, and I always feel that I can understand it, but when I really want to listen, it seems like a cloud of mist.
Ning San boldly moved forward two steps.
Human breathing is silent most of the time. But when you want it to make no sound, the breathing becomes more and more rapid. Ning San felt that he could no longer move forward, and if he got closer, even blind people would find himself.
Behind the concrete block where he was, there was darkness in front of him, and darkness behind him, and in the darkness in front of him, there was a burst of aura whispering. He listened carefully for a long time, but couldn't understand. Just when he was about to go back home, a familiar syllable suddenly crossed his ears, and Ning San stopped and continued listening. Those voices were there and said one after another. Although they couldn't hear what they were saying, they could tell a lot of people by their timbre.
Finally, Ning San heard clearly what those familiar syllables mixed in inexplicable words were talking about, they were talking about Ning Chuan.
I don’t know if it’s a coincidence. The syllables of the word Ningchuan frequently appear in the conversations of those "Holy Lords".
Ning San suddenly felt his hairs stand up. He might know why the tramp knew Ning Chuan. How long have these people been in this sewer
run!
An instinctive impulse rushed into his mind, and Ning San rolled back on the ground subconsciously, and the concrete floor made his back hurt even if he rubbed his clothes. Fortunately, this instinctive reaction was correct. It was just the passive skills that Ning Chuan had stimulated since Jiagedaqi, and he had already saved a few lives. As expected, a cracking sound was transmitted from the place where he had just listened to the root of the wall. Coming over, there was an angry voice, "You have come here."
Ning San didn't have time to feel the hot pain in his back, but he didn't care so much, so he took out his phone, drew a "v" on the screen, the flashlight turned on, and ran away by the light.
Turning on the flashlight is a last resort. In this drainage system, it's okay to walk two steps in the dark, but if you run wild, you will definitely hit your head on the concrete piers one after another. Between the electric light and flint, Ning San has already considered it. Those "Holy Lords" can find themselves with a little breath. Most of them are not relying on eyes, but hearing. It's all exposed, so if you turn on a flashlight, it's not too much, but not too much.
Analyzing the relationship in an instant, he quickly turned on the flashlight, and the agitated voice said, "Come here". Before the word "L" fell, Ning San had already turned into another drainage channel like a rabbit.
I heard the laughter coming from behind. Isn't it the laughter of the group of "ghosts"? Feelings are still "ghosts" who like to speak with air.
Ning San's stamina was much better than before, and at least he didn't feel like burning his aura after rushing for a few minutes.
The light of the mobile phone flashlight fluttered with his hand, and the tall shadows of the concrete piers dangled and made people dizzy. Ning Chuan felt that the footsteps behind him were chasing closely, and there were dark shadows coming out of the corridor that flashed by.
Unknowingly, after climbing a high concrete steep slope, in front of him was a huge steel water pump. Ning San went around and jumped into a water inlet in a hurry, suddenly enlightened in front of him, and continued to run wildly.
It's like the temple fleeing, one curve after another, you think you will reach the end after a while, but in fact you will never reach the end.
Ning San suddenly felt desperate, because the footsteps behind him never went away, and more and more sounds seemed to gather here. This was a hunting, and the physical strength of the prey was finally about to collapse. Ning San hasn't eaten for a long time, and persisting until now is the result of physical stimulation.
His mind was dim, as if he was about to fall to the ground, his mind was burning in a daze, and in a trance, Ning San suddenly thought of the underground workers in the anti-Japanese film. What on earth did the ancestors run away in the streets and alleys? (End of this chapter)