Chapter 37: The Buried Cave

I was just about to start climbing when I heard him ask, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck. I was so nervous just now that I didn't pay attention. In fact, when I was in the corridor, I already felt that the wound cut by the lotus arrow was a little inflamed, but it seemed to get better after it itched for a while. I lifted up my clothes and took a look at the wound, and found that the redness and swelling on the wound had subsided, and there was no strange feeling. I said, "I felt it, but it's not itchy now. It's so humid here, it might be an allergy." The fat man was very itchy and said, "Is there any way to temporarily cure this allergy? I just broke out in a cold sweat, and now the itching is endless." As he spoke, he kept rubbing against the wall. I saw blood streaks on his back, and I thought something was wrong, so I asked him to I looked and saw that he was twisting his body and turning around, scratching himself with his hands. I slapped his hands away and shone the flashlight on his back, and saw that a lot of white hair had grown on the wound on his back that was scratched by the lotus arrow. It was disgusting and I said casually, "Fatty, how long have you not taken a shower?" Fatty exclaimed, "Take a shower? Why are you asking this? This is personal privacy and I can't answer it." I said, "You haven't taken a shower for a while, right? I tell you, don't be afraid. Your back seems to be moldy, white mold, a wonder of the world. I guess if you hold on for a few more months, you can grow some Ganoderma lucidum." Fatty was confused and said, "What, white coal? There is white coal? Don't be so laborious when talking. What's going on?" I looked at Monk Oil Bottle and frowned. It seemed that the situation was not good, and I didn't dare to joke anymore. Menyouping squeezed over and pressed it with his hand. A bag of black blood came out, and he whispered to me: "It's troublesome, there is something strange in Zecai's lotus arrow." I felt strange, but I was also shot by an arrow just now, and it should be the same as his. Is the physique inherited from my grandfather really so special? I quickly exposed my wound to express my doubts. The oil bottle looked at my wound, and he sighed, not knowing what was going on. The fat man got scared and turned to ask me, "What hair! Don't be so careless, where is the hair?" He touched it with his hand again, and I quickly grabbed him and said, "Don't move, you seem to have a skin disease, let us take a closer look at you. Don't scratch it. If you scratch it again, it will leave a scar." He was itchy and couldn't bear it. I said to the oil bottle, "This won't work. We have to think of a way. I heard that some people can't stop the itching of skin diseases and even commit suicide!" The fat man shouted, "I want to commit suicide now! It's so itchy, or you can learn from Guan Gong to scrape the bones to heal the wound and cut off those two pieces of meat for me." I also had skin diseases when I was a child, and there are some folk remedies. It's just a little disgusting, so I said to him, "There's no need to dig out the meat. Do you really think you have a lot of meat? I'm not Hua Tuo, but I still have some skin-soothing water on my body. Apply it on you first. It may be a little painful, but you can bear it."

Men Youping was stunned for a moment, and Fatty also uttered an "ah", and said: "So that's why you city people are so delicate. You even bring toner with you when you go tomb raiding. Next time, just bring a deck of playing cards so that we can dig some dig when we are trapped." Of course I couldn't bring such things with me, so I smeared two mouthfuls of saliva on Fatty's back, put on gloves and applied it. I didn't expect Fatty to be so sensitive to the pain. He screamed as soon as the saliva was applied, and ran away, cursing: "What the hell did you apply on me! My grandma, you might as well gouge me out. This time Fatty is really going to return to his place." This pain is so painful After using it, he said, "Look at how useless you are. Pain is easier to bear than itching. Are you still itchy now?" The fat man danced around for a while and finally calmed down. He asked in surprise, "Hey, Xiao Wu, it's okay. Your thing is so effective. It really makes me feel much better. What brand of skin-soothing water is that?" I thought if he knew I applied it with saliva, he would kill me, so I hurriedly said, "Don't be like a woman. Let's go." Monk Oil Bottle looked at me with laughter and shook his head. It was the first time I saw him not smiling bitterly. I couldn't help but feel that he seemed to have become a little more human . It seems that people still need to communicate more. But after he smiled, he turned into a poker face again and asked us to follow. The three of us followed the tunnel up in a circuitous way. After climbing for about half a cigarette, Menyouping said in front: "Fork!" I squeezed up. Sure enough, there were two passages on the left and right. I shone a light on the left one and saw that there were bricks piled up just a little bit inside. It was a dead end. It seemed that outside the bricks was the road that Menyouping and his friends took from the right ear chamber to the left auxiliary chamber. I don't know why he sealed it up. Was he afraid that something would come from the coffin? But since he sealed it up, the final escape tunnel must be on the right. Menyouping and I had the same idea and pointed at me. The three of us continued to climb without saying a word. To be honest, I have never climbed such a long distance in my life. I was sweating profusely. Climbing ordinary earth caves is not so tiring, mainly because there is nothing to support my knees, so it doesn't hurt. Now there are brick slags below, and climbing on them is like being tortured. I feel my knees are burning hot. It seems that being a human being is still good. I have to strive to be a human being in my next life. I was thinking about it. Menyouping had stopped and made a gesture to tell me not to make a sound. Fatty couldn't see the front and asked me softly, "What's wrong?" I asked him not to speak. At this time, Menyouping had turned off the flashlight. Fatty and I were very tactful and turned it off immediately. Suddenly we fell into absolute darkness. I was very calm at this time, and my heartbeat didn't even speed up (afterwards, the experience of being almost crushed to death by the wall had a great impact on me, and I had psychologically overcome the fear of ancient tombs). I didn't know what his intention was, but in the ancient tomb, it was always right to listen to him.

We were quiet for a while, breathing calmed down, and the sweat on our bodies dried. At this time, I heard something walking over the brick roof above. It seemed to be a person. I was startled. It seemed that we were already in the back hall or the corridor above us. Who was this person? Could it be Aning? Or Uncle San? While I was guessing, I suddenly felt itchy on my back and neck. I was shocked and thought, could it be that I have grown hair? I quickly reached back and touched it, and I felt a wet mass of something sticking to my neck. I thought the fat man was squeezing over, so I cursed inwardly and pushed it back with force. When I reached back, I suddenly found that my nails were sticky and had a faint fragrance. I put these things on the bricks next to me with disgust, thinking that the fat man's hedgehog head must have sprayed a lot of hair oil. If I find a water source later, I must wash it thoroughly. The hair oil on the fat man's head may be from a few months ago. Just as I was thinking, my neck started to itch again. I wondered what the fat guy was doing. I couldn't help but fire up my phone. I grabbed the thing and pressed it against the wall. At this time, I suddenly found something wrong. Why did the fat guy's face become so small? I carefully raised my body and touched it. My heart skipped a beat. Why did those wet things seem to be hair? I touched it twice and found that all the hair was tangled together. My hand was tangled when I put it in. I swallowed and began to sweat. The fat guy must not have so much hair. Whose hair is this! I thought of the man-eating hair in the water tomb. I began to have difficulty breathing. I didn't dare to turn on the flashlight. The thing seemed to be a few centimeters away from me. If I turned on the flashlight, I would definitely make eye contact with him. I couldn't stand this kind of stimulation. Just as I was thinking, I felt a slender wet hand touching my face. It was cold and the fingernails were very sharp. My scalp began to numb and the flesh on my face trembled involuntarily. The fingernails of that hand scratched my neck, then retracted. After a while, I felt the head of that thing come up, and the wet hair suddenly stuck to my face. I was so disgusted that I just clenched my teeth and was ready to explode. Suddenly, at this moment, a female voice suddenly came from the hair, very softly. She said in my ear: "Who are you?" The voice was really very soft, but I heard it very clearly. I couldn't help but be shocked. At the same time, the woman's body came over and squeezed into my arms. Her slender hands rested on my shoulders and then my neck. I instinctively trembled. I felt that this woman was very petite. Her mouth was pressed against my ear, and the breath she exhaled was cold. I was completely stunned, and I heard her say again: "Please hold me."

When I heard these words, I felt like I was possessed. Although my hands were still resisting, they did not listen to my brain at all and I suddenly put my arms around her waist. This was even more incredible. I suddenly felt that this woman was not wearing anything. Her skin was cold but surprisingly smooth. I couldn't help but feel confused and my face turned red. At this time, the woman's mouth had moved to my chin, touching it, as if hinting that I should kiss her. I completely lost control and was about to kiss her when suddenly Monk Oil Bottle's flashlight came on, and I immediately saw the "thing" I was holding in my arms. My scalp exploded and all the hairs on my body stood up.