Chapter 25: The ghosts are not dispersed

This duck platoon hunting gun is an old antique, and it is silenced from time to time. This time, Ding Sitian should not die. The gunshot sounded, and saved her life. Although the old Sheepskin was worried that the musket would hit Ding Sitian, it raised the muzzle a lot when it fired, and the hunting gun had no lethality, but the sound of spraying smoke and fire was amazing. The Jinsin that had strangled Ding Sitian was shocked by the hunting gun. He let go Ding Sitian and retreated quickly. However, it was in a panic and did not distinguish the direction and crashed into the crematorium furnace open with the furnace door. I rushed to the front, pushed the furnace door with my back, and pulled the iron bolt.

The four of them survived the disaster, and they were panting and no one could speak. As soon as they stopped, I felt my whole body lit up. Then I noticed that my clothes were almost blown through sweat. I didn’t know whether it was the cold sweat that broke out or the hot sweat that flowed in the battle. I stopped. Fatty, Ding Sitian, and I were a little shocked, and my violent heartbeat and heavy breathing finally slowed down. Only the old sheepskin held a torch in one hand and a hunting gun in the other, grinning and motionless, and that expression seemed to have even been raised.

The fat man went over and pulled Ding Sitian up first, and then he felt relieved when he saw that she was not injured. Then he slapped the old sheepskin on the shoulder: "Okay, old man, I am worthy of being a poor and lower-middle peasant." The old sheepskin was slapped by him and sat on the ground with a dazed face, as if he didn't believe that he had saved Ding Sitian just now.

The Jinlin Fruit, who was locked in the crematorium again, hit several times, but the furnace door was half a meter thick, and no matter how strong it was, it could not be rushed out. But I still didn't dare to neglect it. I pressed the iron bolt of the furnace door tightly and did not let go, because I clearly remembered that just when the torch was completely extinguished and there was no light, someone opened the furnace door. It was the fifth person besides me, Ding Sitian, Fatty, and Old Sheepskin. It was this hidden guy who released the Jinlin Fruit. If this happened again, we would probably not be as lucky as before. It seemed that there must be something hidden in the building. He deliberately did not want us to go out alive. If we couldn't find this guy as soon as possible, we would have no chance of life.

I knew that these must be hidden in the incineration room. If we didn't find it, we would have more trouble. So we held the door of the incineration furnace and swept the underground incineration room with our eyes. However, the torches in Ding Sitian and others' hands were not bright enough, and the far end and corners of the basement were still pitch black. The more I couldn't see clearly what was in the darkness, the more I felt uneasy. At that time, there was no such thing as a claustrophobia in the secret room, but the four of us had been in this cement coffin enough, especially the strange phenomena in this building that were inexplicable. If we thought about it carefully, we felt furious.

The fat man came up with an idea and said, "You block the furnace door below. I will go up the second floor to throw the torch into the crematorium and burn the brocade-scaled frog that the bitch raised so that it will not come out to act like a gangster again."

I nodded and agreed. I didn't do it until it was burned to death, and there was no way to climb out of the flue. At this time, Ding Sitian stopped us and said, "Don't burn it. The fire in this furnace is so big that it can't even be ashes left. Jinlin Fruit has two treasures, one is the Ruyi hook on the tailbone, and the other is the water-dividing beads on the skull. I heard that they are precious medicinal materials that can bring back the dead. Our cows and horses are probably unable to find them, and the losses are irreparable. But if we can bring these two things back, we may be exempted from being held accountable."

Fatty and I both doubt whether the skeletons such as Ruyi hooks are really so valuable, but they are always better than going back empty-handed. As for how to catch skeletons, Ding Sitian once heard his father pass by. The skeletons like to appear on trees, tops of towers and other places, and there must be "Guanyin Vine" nearby. Only with Guanyin Vine can it be killed. I don't know if this plant is born near this building. If you can't find it, try to leave here first and bring more people back to capture it.

After a moment of thought, I decided that this matter was absolutely impossible and said to Ding Sitian: "No, if it is not done, it will be left with trouble. We must burn it to death now. This thing comes and goes like the wind and cannot be stopped by people. If we let it emerge from the crematorium, we should really go to see Marx. In addition, there is no other exit in this building except the flue?" In fact, there is another most important point. This building is probably a haunted ghost building. And through a series of events experienced tonight, it can be seen that the wronged souls in the building definitely want to kill us. Judging from the air quality in the basement, the iron gate at the exit of the crematorium is not always closed. Maybe we were closed after entering the building. Now there are a few torches lighting up. Once all the things that can be burned, the undead in the building will open the crematorium. It will be really a big knife on the grave, which will scare people to death.

I really don't want to tell Ding Sitian and others this concern directly, because everyone's mental pressure is almost at its limit, but even if I don't explain it, the rest of the people can still think of the benefits and harms at this time, so they dispelled the plan to kill the horse and get the Ruyi hook. In the current difficult situation, the primary issue is to do everything possible to survive first, and keep the green mountains and not be afraid of burning firewood.

I asked the fat man to take the torch to the second floor, and asked Ding Sitian to accompany him. After igniting the fire, he immediately went back to the basement to meet us. The fat man found the Kangxi sword that fell to the ground and inserted it on the belt, and walked towards the stairs with the torch in a carefree manner.

Ding Sitian followed, but as soon as the two of them raised their feet, Ding Sitian's face suddenly changed color, stretched out her hands, and pulled the fat man and I away from the crematorium. I was wondering in my heart, and I was about to ask her what to do to pull me? But in a blink of an eye, I had already understood the sudden situation. It turned out that yellow thick fog was coming out from the gap in the crematorium door. The brocade flies could exhale poison at 2:00 pm. At this time, it might be midnight. The poisonous miasma was fierce and thick, and it could not disperse in the basement environment without air circulation. The furnace was not far from the stairs, and it was covered by poisonous smoke in an instant.

Seeing that the yellow fog was so thick that it seemed that it could not be melted, I suddenly remembered that I had just changed my clothes in this burning room. The cremator's clothes were all protective clothing for leotards, and there was a simple filter mask on the hat to prevent being choked by the smell of coal smoke. Because clothes were very important at that time, and they would not be abandoned until they were absolutely necessary. So Fatty and others did not change their clothes, and there were only two sets of protective clothing hanging in the corner of the basement. The other set hanging at the entrance of the stairs was covered by poisonous gas.

I was thinking about it so far that I was the only one who put on a filter mask to break through the poisonous fog and set fire on the second floor. However, when I touched my clothes, I felt a little cold. It turned out that I was struggling very fiercely in the melee with Jinlin Fur. The filter mask hanging on the protective suit had already fallen off and had long disappeared.

The virginity of the five senses and the seven orifices were connected, and the toxicity was even worse than that of snake venom. Seeing that the exit was blocked by poisonous fog, I knew the situation was gone. I and the other three people covered their mouths and noses with their hands and quickly retreated to the far end of the incineration room. I suspected that this practice was to drink poison to quench thirst, and the further we retreated from the stairs.

The basement is not ventilated. Although the mist formed by the poison is released from the self-immolation furnace, most of it condenses near the furnace door, and the speed of spreading to the depths of the incineration gradually slows down, the poisonous fog is still gradually approaching us.

There was no way up the sky and no door to the ground in the depressed basement. The oxygen in the room was getting less and less, and the flames of the torch became dimmer. The four of them had no choice but to retreat to the corner. The fat man suddenly remembered something and said to Ding Sitian rashly: "I said Sitian, before we went to see Marx, I didn't have time to ask you. Look at Lao Hu and I, who could have further sublimated the pure revolutionary friendship with you?"

Ding Sitian was behind us. I couldn't see her expression clearly in the darkness. I didn't know if she was asked about this in such a desperate situation. I was afraid or blushing. Thinking of her about to die in this gloomy burning corpse, I also looked forward to listening to Ding Sitian's voice before she died, but Ding Sitian said to us: "I... water... look at the sewage flowing out of the pipe!"

Her voice was shocked and happy, as if she saw a trace of light in the darkness. The old sheepskin held a torch and shone at the place where she was talking. It turned out that we had retreated to the place where the pipes were laid in the corner of the wall. The water pipe that was cracked by Jinlin Fly was blown out, and a lot of sewage was flowing out. At this time, it was still flowing. There were still a lot of black water on the ground, and there were more than a dozen small vortexes in the water accumulation area. The water accumulation in the room had all seeped down from here. Because the drainage hole had not been cleared for many years, the sewage seeped slowly. If the water pipe was not broken, it would be difficult to detect its existence.

We saw a ditch, which seemed to have caught a life-saving straw. The fat man reached out and touched the sewage and said happily: "It's not like a floor drain, it's a fucking iron lid. I'll try to uncover it..."

I saw that the poison was approaching and there was no need to delay it for a moment, so I urged the fat man to do it quickly. The fat man sludge from the drainage hole of the iron cover and put it into his fingers to pull it up. He tried his best to pull it up a few times. The iron cover was as unmoved as a root.

The dim poisonous worms are like smoke and fog. We are in a short while and will be covered by poisonous fog. Now we are starting to feel difficulty breathing. The blood in our chest is rolling and we want to vomit. We see a sewer, but we can't escape in any way. We are so anxious that everyone stomped their feet. I had an idea and remembered that this building was strangely built. All the portal passages were either sealed or opened out, just like the lid of the crematorium. Could it be that the sewer is the same?

Ding Sitian also thought of a place with me. Her fingers were slender and could reach into the drainage hole, so she quickly squatted down and reached out to find out. Sure enough, she felt a horizontal pin plug on the inside through the drainage hole. Although it was rusted, it was still a little loose. She didn't care about the pain of her fingers being rubbed off. She pulled it several times and finally pulled off the iron bolt. The drainage iron covers on both sides fell down.

There were very deep drainage ditches under the drainage cover, all of which were connected by large cement pipes. Where did we still have the pipes inside and smelly, and immediately fished in. The height of the drainage ditch was nearly two meters. I jumped down the last one and splashed a bunch of smelly water. I wanted to close the opened drainage cover, but in the chaos just now, I didn't know where the iron bolts were thrown by Ding Sitian. I was not willing to do it, but under the urging of Lao Sheepsie and others, I had to do it.

There is not much sewage in the underground waterway, but the bottom of the cement pipe is a layer of black and smelly mud, which is extremely muddy. There are many tideworms inside that are frightened and crawled back and forth quickly. Although the environment is harsh, there is still water flow and there is no deadly biogas. It is just that it is easy to slip by the mud at both ends of the waterway, and the direction cannot be distinguished. It is said that the water source close to the north of the desert is sparse, so why is the cement pipe that has been wasted for many years still drained? This is really hard to guess, so I have to stop thinking about it. I can only take one step at the moment.

I pointed to the water and said to everyone, "I see that all the avenues lead to Beijing, so let's just pick them up and walk. No matter what, I finally came out of that building. Even if I was smoky to death in the sewer, I would never go back to that ghost place."

Although there is no absolute isolation measure between the sewer and the burning corpse, there is a limit to poisoning after all. As long as the depth of the space is large enough, there is no need to worry about being poisoned. In the narrow and long cement pipes, the four people walked along the way. Although the future was bleak and unknown, they were far away from the cremation furnace full of resentment, and the pressure in their hearts was somewhat relieved. Fatty and I, the old sheepskin, couldn't stop praising Ding Sitian. If it weren't for her brave performance just now, everyone would have been poisoned to death. That way of death was like Yu Tairen who died in the Nazi gas chamber, but there was not even a corpse collector. It was really miserable.

Ding Sitian said: "What I admire most is the contemporary Soviet hero Ostolovsky. I just hope to be as he said, when a person looks back on the past, he will not feel regretful for wasting his years, nor will he feel ashamed of mediocrity."

I learned the recitation on the radio and joked to Ding Sitian: "When I look back on the past, I will not feel regretful because I didn't climb out of the chimney of the crematorium, nor will I feel mediocre because I have passed the stinking sewer." Then I said to everyone seriously: "We are not sure where we go, and I don't know what else will happen ahead. Everyone has to cheer up. The first step of the Long March has just been completed..."

The fat man continued my words and sighed: "The road ahead will be more tortuous, more difficult and longer..." Ding Sitian said: "That's why we have to save money and make a revolution. It's too wasteful to light two torches. Is it okay to use only one?"

After Ding Sitian finished speaking, she turned off the torches in her hand. There were only a dozen simple torches tied up in total. Now there are only four or five left. Moreover, the burning time of each is very limited, and it may not be possible to burn for half an hour. I really don’t know if I can last until I climb out of the gutter.
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