The big thing about this dog's life is that Wang Jingzhe was the chief sword, Kong Liang was treating his injuries, and Chen Sansui was verbally comforting him, dragging him back from the Hall of Hell bit by bit. After the bullets were taken out from the two most serious wounds, Kong Liang quickly applied the herbs to stop bleeding around the wound.

"This is Hanjiang Grass, commonly known as Yipiao. It means that if a handful of this herb is chewed and applied to the wound, it can immediately stop bleeding." Kong Liang pulled out a handful of chewed herbs from his mouth, and then slapped it on the bullet hole with a "splash" and looked at Wang Jingzhe and said, "I haven't seen Hanjiang Grass for at least seven or eight years. The last time I was invited to act as a doctor in an expedition team, I dug it in the no-man's land in Kekexili. Hanjiang Grass grows very little outside, and although it has not disappeared, it's almost the same."

Wang Jingzhe paused and said, "What do you mean is that there are indeed these precious herbs growing in this sinkhole."

"Yes, it's very likely." Kong Liang nodded and pointed to several other strange-looking plants on the ground and said: "And this is also recorded in the Chinese Medical Code. It is called Qiuli Begonia. It is a herb that anti-inflammatory and pain relief. It was once ordered by the imperial doctors in the Qing Dynasty. It was specially used by the royal family. It has no chance to use it. I heard that it only grew in the remote mountains of Shennongjia or Zhangjiajie. It has never been seen since the Republic of China."

"Huh!" Wang Jingzhe breathed, licked his lips with a little excitement, and said, "I've come to the right place, your speculation may be completely correct..."

The Tibetan mastiff's injuries were treated very smoothly. The bullets in the five bullet holes were taken out, and then herbs were applied again. The blood was no longer flowing, and the expression on the dog's face was no longer sluggish. The mastiff king was starting to recover at an astonishing speed. It was also possible that the two herbs found by Kong Liang played a great role.

"Is it over now? There is no movement there. I don't know what's going on," Chen Sansui asked.

Wang Jingzhe frowned and looked at their faces. At this time, the signs of the disaster in Chen Sansui and Kong Liang's faces had not dissipated and had been lingering in his eyebrows. This was a little upset that he was a little upset, which meant that there might be unknown dangers under the sinkhole that had not dissipated, and it was probably on the side of the Japanese.

"Wait a little longer..." Wang Jingzhe looked worriedly at the direction of the palace where Mina Mitsui and others went. He always felt that there seemed to be a mysterious aura there. It did not make him shudder, but made him unable to help but feel the feeling of worshiping him. This feeling even pressed his legs down.

Wang Jingzhe withdrew his gaze, raised his finger, pointed to the side and asked, "How do you two feel?"

Kong Liang shook his head without any reaction. Chen Sansui blinked and said softly: "I want to walk over."

"Hmm?" Wang Jingzhe was puzzled and frowned.

Chen Sansui continued, "I don't know why, but I really want to go over and take a look. If you insist on letting me describe it, I really can't say it. It's like an old wolf who has been hungry for a long time. Suddenly smelling the aroma of meat. If you don't eat it, you will starve to death. I think there may be something that is fatal to me, so I've been asking you, can't you go over and take a look?"

"I feel a little bad when I endure it. I'm waiting and watching. After all, there are people who are exploring the way for us, and if there is thunder, they will step on it first..."

At the same time, outside the Tiankeng, near the ancient Tibetan village, Huang Jiulang and Lu Jingyao led a team of soldiers to follow the traces and tracked them all the way here. They found three corpses of Yoshino and also saw the scene where the Tibetan mastiffs fought for the horse bear.

"Lu Jingyao?"

"Come on, Chief!"

Huang Jiulang stood on the hillside, pointed to the direction of the sinkhole, and asked with some excitement and confusion: "Why are there no records in that place in satellite photos or maps? How many years have you been on duty in Tibet?"

Lu Jingyao said in embarrassment: "Director Huang, satellite photos are not omnipotent, even the most advanced and clear satellites are not good. As far as I know, there are several places in the Kokoxili and Lop Nur satellite pictures, but there are at least one hundred places that cannot be taken in the entire Tibetan plateau. Even if they are taken, they are still a layer. You know, at least half of our images are blank on the snow-capped Mount Kam Rinpoche."

Huang Jiulang frowned and nodded. He knew about this situation. There are more than 9 million square kilometers of rivers and mountains. So far, there are many places that are particularly mysterious, such as the gate of Hell in Kunlun, the area of ​​Yerengou in Shennongjia, and the foot of the back foot of Zhongnan Mountain. Not only can people not be able to go, but even with the most advanced satellite images, they can't take a little bit.

"How long will it take for the team behind to come?" Huang Jiulang asked.

"About three and a half hours"

"Stay on standby..." Huang Jiulang nodded and said.

"yes!"

Huang Jiulang looked at the direction of the sinkhole and murmured to himself: "This move is indeed quite reliable."

On the other end, in front of the ancient and mysterious palace, Mitsui Ryohe, who was interrupted by Tibetan mastiffs, transferred two more people and began to walk towards the palace gate.

The three of them held guns in their right hand and placed them on their left wrist holding flashlights. They bent over and took cautious steps, stepping up the steps step by step, stepping on the fallen leaves and branches, and walked to the two stone doors.

"Swish, swish" several beams of light penetrated through the crack of the door, but what was strange was that after the light fell inside the door, it still couldn't see anything, as if the light could not pass through the darkness.

There is no wind, no sound, and no light. The sinkhole looks like another world separated by apart, and the palace looks like a third world, making people stand up strangely.

Mitsui Ryoke couldn't help swallowing, holding his breath, pointed to both sides of the Shimen, and then raised his feet and stepped over again. When he walked into the Shimen, the two people next to him followed him in, and at the same time raised the gun and flashlight in his hand and swept to both sides.
Chapter completed!