Evil Bottle-Kirin Returns

Chapter 22

The diving pool of the Water Cube is at least five meters deep. Unfortunately, we did not enjoy the treatment of the national standard. We also fell from a height of more than ten meters, and there was only water as deep as a saucer under our buttocks.

The fat man groaned, first splashed a huge splash, and then I felt a sharp pain in my tailbone, and I sat down in the water, the pain made me tear up and run down my nose.The surface of the water was just above my forehead, I couldn't get up, so I had to hold my breath and wait for the pain to numb.

I tried to sit up with my hands on the ground, but suddenly I pressed something suspicious with my right hand. I thought to myself that it would be such a coincidence to see ghosts more often in night walks, right?Just this arc size?At this time, someone lifted my shoulder, and I got out of the water, the lower half was still numb, almost hanging on Poker bottle.

"Hey, hey, he's going straight up and down today. Luckily, I'm a fat man." The fat man waded over and lifted my arm, "Huh? Xiao Wu, why don't you touch a torch and a skeleton? ?”

I barely moved, and said with a wry smile: "I don't want to touch something valuable, who told me that this man just died here." I waved my hand and was about to throw it back into the water, when I suddenly realized that the skull in my hand was not normal, and I took a closer look. Three points does not look like a human, the eye sockets are abnormally small, but it is seven points like that mermaid!

"Oh, shit! It's this thing!" I hurriedly let go, and this time I didn't care about the pain in my butt, so I walked away, "Hurry up, get ashore, it's that fish again!"

When I stepped on the shore, I fell to the ground. Is this what happened to me?I haven't figured out whether I ate enough or not, God will give me a fine first!

Fatty and Poker-Face put me down, and each went away to investigate the environment. After recovering, I turned around and looked around. It turned out that I went out of one hole and then in another.Looking at the structure, the karst cave we are in has formed an upper and lower double-layer structure during the development of karst terrain, each forming a system, but the two are connected by a shaft.

For a fat person, we are like entering a Guizhou steam boiler. Just now, we were in the lower outer boiler, but now we are sprayed into the inner boiler from the air hole.

I got up and limped towards the fat man. He was squatting not far away studying something. When I got closer, I saw a tattered mountaineering suit on the ground.

The fat man looked up at me with a regretful expression: "Someone has passed through this hole too, so there probably isn't anything interesting left." He had already counted them, so he replied, "This is TheNorthFace's mountaineering suit, and it's bright red. Have you ever seen someone wearing such a bright suit?"

"It's still scratching the prickly heat. I think it's uncomfortable to wear, and it's scratched into strips. This name is apt." The fat man picked up the clothes and turned them over. Our expressions changed together. There was a crushed corpse under the clothes. Weetweet.

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The fat man jumped up immediately, and said: "It's so damn lingering, this bug is like a little strong in the fighting world, it's all over the world!" After speaking, he took my arm and ran in the direction of Poker Bottle.

Seeing this piece of clothing, I no longer have any worries about going out of the cave, because this brand of mountaineering clothing is either high or low, and it has only become common in the past two or three years.Most of the clothes were left by the exploration team members who disappeared two years ago.This hole should be the karst cave that the minibus driver in the village said was created by blasting mines.We have traveled more than ten kilometers in the underground.

Poker bottle stayed where he was with his flashlight on, and we both ran to get a closer look. He was kneeling in front of a huge clay pot, as if he was studying the things on it.Behind the big pot is a pile of smaller pottery pots. This small pot is so familiar to me, it is almost a plain Western Queen Mother pot!

The seal of one of the jars had already been opened, and the fat man was about to go up to look at it, but I grabbed him and said, "Don't die! This is the head jar of the king of raising weeds!"

The fat man knew how powerful the Cuttle King was, so he gasped: "Damn it! Whoever stabbed the hornet's nest is doomed!" The panic in my heart was even worse. An open space, if there is a group of weed kings in this cave, we will be one step away from death.

The fat man and I talked about it for a long time, but the oil bottle next to him kept on one knee, shining a flashlight on the clay pot, checking the engravings on the pot, as if we didn't disturb him at all.The fat man arched his shoulders to me, and asked in a low voice, "Xiao Wu, are you overthinking it? It seems that the little brother has nothing to say? Could it be that the painting on this jar is even more evil?"

I was puzzled, this place is full of weed king pots, if a group of wee kings come out, the oil bottle will not be able to cure them, so he should be the most vigilant, why is he not moving for a long time?Could it be that I was too careful and made a false alarm?

The fat man is much more courageous than me, and at this time he has turned on the headlight and walked around to the other side of the jar to look.I got close to Poker Bottle and knelt down on one knee, looked at the clay pot, and asked naturally, "Brother, what's so special about it?"

I secretly made up my mind along the way, if Poker Ping really doesn't remember what happened before, it's naturally the best, no matter it's true or not, I can only cooperate with him and return to the original position.There are other opportunities to find out Qi Yu's secret, but he only has one, if he really can't even make a brother, I will be even more broken.

Poker bottle didn't answer, I turned to look at him, and found that he didn't pay attention to me because he was too absorbed in watching, but just stared at the front with empty eyes, and there was still a dense layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

I was anxious, and grabbed his shoulder and asked: "Brother! What's wrong with you!" This state is too similar to when he just climbed out of the sky rock, and he will not be arrested again just because of a jar Bar!

If it happens again, even if he can bear it, I can't bear it.If he is completely cleared again, let alone those secrets, the trust and feelings accumulated for so long will also disappear. When can I get closer to his character?Rather than doing this, I'd rather he be angry and beat me to death than watch him go through this kind of torment again and again.

Fortunately, Poker-Face was in a daze for a short time. When I called out, he immediately recovered his senses and glanced at me, and said softly, "Let me be quiet."

I nodded and took the flashlight. He sat aside and pulled out the ancient sword, thinking about something.Poker-face has never been like this before. He always does what he wants to do and does not express his feelings and demands.What's wrong with him saying that now, I have no reason to bother him, so I can only turn around and study the clay pot.

The pot was huge, almost a person's height, but it was a very illogical size, because the opening of the kiln would have to be very large to fire a vessel of this size, and kilns of this size were not built until thousands of years later.

There is a continuous circle of pictures engraved on the pot about one meter above the ground. At this height, you can only look at it while kneeling, so that you can look at it with a straight line of sight.Fatty and I looked around twice, but didn't quite understand what's so special about these engraved pictures. The strokes of this group of pictures are very simple, and many of them are composed of geometric figures.

There is a section full of scattered vertical lines, and many parallel horizontal curves are engraved below the vertical lines. It seems that many points are chiseled densely between the curves with a tool like □□, which makes me baffled.

The following picture is a little more vivid, a man with a crown facing the sky, and horizontal wavy lines are also drawn around him. After that, this character appeared many times, which should represent the identity of the tribal leader.

This leader is very interesting. When he reappears, the crown will have an additional decoration, as if he has been adding more officials and ranks. Later, the more decorations, the leader is also bent down, and the wavy lines around him gradually fade away. become intersecting straight lines.

In the last picture of the leader, a thing with a human head and a snake body flew up from the leader who was kneeling on the ground. It looked like his soul was out of his body, so I went around to look at the fat man again.

Fatty's half of the picture is much easier to understand. A group of people worship the creature with a human head and a snake body that rises from the water.There is also a man riding on this thing, with a mane like a lion on its top. The shape of this man is somewhat similar to the portrait carved on the jade cong unearthed in Liangzhu.

The fat man asked me: "Xiao Wu, did you see anything? I don't think there's anything special about this painting?"

"Probably deified the origin of the leader." I pointed to one of the pictures after seeing some special ceremonies, "Look here, what do you think this thing coming out of the water looks like? I It seems that they regard that kind of human-faced fish as Jackie Chan, and worship it as the origin of their ancestors."

"It's not the ancestors, it's the evil spirits." Poker-Face has returned to his normal state, and walked over, "Or in other words, he used to be an ancestor, but finally became an evil spirit."