This kind of powder looks very similar to the soot that is accumulated in the fire barrel of a northern stove after burning charcoal and burning firewood for a long time.游
"What the hell?" Zhang Zhuxun complained, "Is the Ma family's chimney outlet installed under here or something? Why did so much soot suddenly appear?"
The little brother squatted down, reached out and pinched a handful of black ash, rubbed it on his fingertips, and then stretched it out in front of Zhang Zhuxun for him to see.
Zhang Zhu took a look and found that after the black powder was rubbed out, there was still a little silver-gray fluorescent powder inside.
He couldn't help but exclaimed, "It's not coal ash, it's more like the residue of something corrupted."
"It's a bit like a ghost-headed moth I've seen in the jungles of Hainan before. After being roasted to death, the body will turn into a black powder, which is very similar to this."
However, the ghost-headed moth usually lives in low and middle altitude areas. The average altitude of Nepal is 4,800 meters. This moth prefers the dark and humid corners of the mountainous areas. How could it appear in such cold and windy high mountains?
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It is unlikely that these moths got in by themselves, because this well is very tightly sealed, and the little brother has checked it in advance. There is only one entrance for entry and exit, not to mention that the climate here is not suitable for Guitou at all.
Moth survival.游
Then there is only one possibility: someone deliberately kept these moths down here. The reason can only be found out after going down and taking a closer look.
Zhang Shuxun folded a few fluorescent sticks and threw them down. He could see a staircase covered with black dust extending downward.
There are many fist-sized black bumps hanging on the inner wall of the hole. They are densely packed together like malignant tumors, and they go all the way into the darkness. Those who look at them are covered in hair.
Zhang Zhu reached out and scraped off one with a knife. He held it in his hand and looked at it. The black round lump felt very brittle. It felt like a dry leaf when pinched. It broke into pieces with just a touch of his hand.
He threw the black lump to the ground, and a smaller thing fell out, like a cocoon wrapped in brown-yellow filaments, as big as a goose egg.
He removed a few more black lumps, and when he pinched them open, he found that they were also full of calluses, some were big and some were small, and some even had several small lumps inside like multiples.
Zhang Zhuxun tore open a cocoon and took a look. Inside was a round, soft brown-black insect pupa as thick as a finger. There were many white spiny fine hairs growing on the surface of the pupa.游
He suddenly clicked his tongue in disgust, "This is really a moth. It has formed a cocoon, but the things inside are still alive. It seems to be hibernating down here."
Those black dust should be the moths that have reproduced here for unknown generations. After they die, they rot and turn into ashes, and their shed pupae are also oxidized into dregs.
Zhang Zhuoxun tilted his head towards the black hole below, "Brother, let's go down and have a look, and take that guy with us."
The little brother nodded, jumped in, stepped on the steps lightly, and used the wind lantern to clear the way in front.
Zhang Shuxun told him to wait a moment, and then placed several small trap bombs around the small well in the square.
This kind of small device bomb is exclusive to the Zhang family. Its essential function is the same as that of a bell. It mainly relies on sound warning. The sound waves emitted by the explosion can spread far underground. With the hearing ability of the Zhang family, as long as it does not exceed five kilometers, it will definitely
Hear.
The bomb itself is actually not very powerful, but Zhang Zhuxun improved it and added a lethal mechanism inside. Once it explodes, hundreds of small needles of ox hair that have been tempered with medicine will pop out, and a blood seal will appear.
Throat, a piece of death within a radius of five meters.游
The only drawback is that it is one-time use, and when it explodes, it doesn’t matter whether it’s the enemy or the enemy. In short, “everyone will die.”
After setting up the mechanism, Zhang Zhuxun grabbed Ma Chongshan, who was still unconscious, and jumped into the cave. He raised his chin to the younger brother and said, "Let's go."
The passage ahead has been trending downward and is very deep. After walking about ten meters, you will encounter the first turn.
The further you go down, the more black pimples and cocoon shells stick to the stone brick passage. In some places, they even hang down half a meter long. They are stacked one on top of the other to form irregular columns.
There are also many broken shells that have fallen down on the stairs. When you step on them, they will make a rustling sound, like hypnotic white noise.
Zhang Zhuoxun observed these moth cocoon shells as he walked. Once when he was doing a lurking mission in a humid jungle in a mountainous area, the hiding place he chose was near a ghost-headed moth nest.
This is more convenient for early warning. Once a large beast or human passes by, it will scare the moths that are resting during the day. When their wings vibrate, they will make a sound similar to the flapping of bees, so adult moths often attack at night.
Stealing honey from a honeycomb.游
The larvae of the ghost-headed moth is a kind of insect with a yellowish appearance and a very fresh color.
But the cocoons we see now are different from the ghost-headed moths that Zhang Zhuxun knew. The larvae of the ghost-headed moths will burrow into the soil to form cocoons and pupate when winter is approaching, but there is no outside of their cocoons.
It will not be wrapped in a big black shell.
Zhang Zhuxun told his analysis to his brother, and carefully picked out a few black lumps one meter apart for comparison, "Brother, look, these cocoon shells are not evenly round, and their weight is not balanced. The cocoons inside are
They all seem to be leaning in a fixed direction."
This thing is definitely not a ghost-headed moth, but more like a special mutant species. Their larvae may grow deeper underground, and before the cold winter comes, they will climb to the top of the stone wall and form cocoons into shells.
The direction in which the cocoon approaches is also right in the middle of the spiral staircase. There must be a very huge queen underneath, just like the queen in the ant kingdom.
The further down, the bigger the cocoon shells became. Zhang Zhuxun thought to himself, when the moth hatched finally flapped its wings, it would be bigger than a basketball!
Is that still a moth? With such a big body, isn’t it like a little eagle? 游
He looked at the younger brother a little uncertainly, "These things should not have been brought out from Sizhou Ancient City."
The younger brother frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "No."
That's good, Zhang Zhuxun breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it's not related to the Zhang family, no matter how weird it is, how weird can it be?
At this moment, Zhang Shuxun saw that Ma Chongshan's body, which he had put aside when he was picking off the cocoon shell, moved, and seemed to be showing signs of waking up. Zhang Shuxun was about to knock him out again when he suddenly realized that
Something is wrong.
The skin on Ma Chongshan's exposed face and hands actually began to peel off. The skin that fell off was still the kind of large, yellow-brown mold-like spots that fell off like leaves blown by the wind.
Zhang Zhuoxun is a little confused, what's going on? Does this guy have a skin disease? Is he having intermittent attacks now?
That’s not right. Who has such a severe skin disease that would cause skin to fall off and the flesh to disappear? Even the most severe form of ichthyosis wouldn’t be like this.游
Ma Chongshan's eyes were closed tightly, and his whole body seemed to be itching unbearably. Because he was still tied with ropes, he could only keep twisting on the ground, which caused more skin to fall off on his body, especially on his two arms.
It's like a big jar of moldy and spoiled oatmeal has been sprinkled on it.
"No, no, this is definitely not a skin disease." Zhang Zhuxun frowned, his face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly lifted up his sleeves to check, "It's broken, the black dust in here is poisonous."
However, when I took a look, I realized that there was nothing strange about my arms. The younger brother also rolled up his sleeves and they were also clean.
It's strange. Is this moth's poison still dependent on people's food?
Ma Chongshan was still writhing on the ground like a bug, sniffing the air with his nose raised as he wiggled. He showed no self-awareness at all, and the direction of his writhing was toward the stairs.
Zhang Zhuoxun and the two looked at each other and decided to continue walking down with him.
After turning a few more turns, the black cocoon shell here was already bigger than a basketball. It hung there heavily, and the surface was covered with irregular bumps, which made people feel very uncomfortable.游<
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The passage going down is also getting narrower, and the inner wall of the passage is completely covered with black lumps, which are crowded together.
Zhang Zhuxun and his little brother could only carefully shuttle between the hanging pillars. Fortunately, the surface of these cocoon shells was dry. If they were covered with mucus, they would be heartbroken.
On the contrary, the insect-like Ma Chongshan was twisting very fast against the ground. Although his posture was weird, his movements were very smooth, as if he had crawled in this passage many times.
Ma Zhongshan, who was squirming in front of him, finally stopped at the end of the stairs. There was an iron gate. The pattern of the mural on the iron gate was very vague. The various messy colors looked like a child's graffiti. At first glance, it looked like a gray puff.
The big fluttering moth.
But when I took a closer look, I realized that they were hundreds of huge, ferocious-looking skulls. They were very dense and compact, crowded together, and filled with iron doors. It made people almost suffer from trypophobia. p>
Staring at those mixed stains for a long time will make people feel dizzy, and the eyes will start to feel sleepy unconsciously.
Ma Chongshan climbed to the iron gate, sniffing around with his nose pressed against the ground, his breath puffing out, and all the insect ash on the ground was sucked into his face.游
Zhang Zhuoxun and the two stopped, looked at each other, and were about to step forward to move Ma Chongshan out of the door. Ma Chongshan, who was still close to the ground, suddenly stood up and started banging his head against the door.
Bang, bang, bang, the impact was so hard that there was no room left at all. Ma Chongshan's head quickly broke open and blood flowed out. As if stimulated by the blood, Ma Chongshan's head banged even harder.
Zhang Shuxun was startled and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him and wanted to drag him away. Unexpectedly, as soon as he took two steps closer, the surface of the iron door suddenly started to move.
With all the laughter and laughter, all the ghost faces on the iron gate began to change their shapes, as if they had woken up from hibernation. All kinds of black twisted ghost faces of fear, resentment, laughter, and curses exploded, as if there were countless evil ghosts carrying gray...
All the resentment rushed toward Zhang Zhu.
"Holy shit, run, little brother!"
Zhang Zhuoxun's expression changed drastically, he grabbed one of Ma Chongshan's legs, dragged him and quickly retreated towards the road.
He and his little brother didn't care, they just kept their heads down and ran. All the cocoon shells along the way were smashed and fell to the ground.游
Countless buzzing sounds of flapping wings swept toward the two of them, and the air in the narrow passage seemed to be completely sucked out at this moment.
They seemed to have stepped into hell and were running on the underworld where evil spirits were roaming. All kinds of chaotic and sharp noises were like the wailing of revengeful ghosts. The cover of the wind lantern in their hands was shattered by the sound.<
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In the gray and black sight, Zhang Zhuxun kept running forward on the stairs. He felt that the thing he was dragging became heavier and heavier, as if something was holding Ma Chongshan behind.
Zhang Zhuoxun took out the hunting knife hanging from his waist and slashed towards the back. The blade sank into something soft and sticky like plasticine, and there were several hairy things running along the wrapped hunting knife.
The knife immediately crawled onto his arm.
However, before Zhang Zhuxun could withdraw his hand, the creepy feeling suddenly faded away like a tide.
There was a dull pain on the back of his hand. Zhang Zhuxun took back his hand and took a closer look. There were two rows of thin blood holes on the left hand holding the knife. Each bloody hole was as big as the head of a chopstick. The bite marks were very fine, and the flesh and skin were all scratched.
Almost cut off.
The blood flowing out of the wound has begun to coagulate, but fortunately the color of the blood is normal. Even if it is poisonous, it should not be very toxic.游
My ears were empty in an instant, and all the noisy sounds disappeared at this moment. Ma Chongshan, who was holding him with his other hand, also disappeared just now.
The dark passage in front of me seemed to have turned into the tubular mouth of some evil beast, quietly waiting for its prey to fall into its trap.
Zhang Zhuxun hurriedly looked around, "Damn it, where is the little brother? Where has the little brother gone? Wasn't he running in front of him just now?
Suddenly he recalled that when he was entangled with something, a shadow seemed to pass by him. Zhang Zhuxun immediately turned around and ran towards the iron gate.
The little brother must have discovered something and ran back after the soft thing.
When Zhang Shuxun arrived, the iron door was already wide open, and all the skulls lying on the door were gone.
Inside the door was a dark passage. Zhang Zhu held the hunting knife close to his elbow, braced himself, and walked into the door step by step.游
This passage is not long. The walls around it are no longer huge black cocoon shells, but countless light yellow hairs, as if they have entered the spider spirit's silk hole. Oh no, this should be a back now.
A moth hole with a ghost head on it.
The wool covered the entire passage from top to bottom, like cotton wool that had been beaten very softly. It felt very soft, and there was a gap in the middle. Zhang Zhuxun saw the broken wind lantern left by his brother in the corner. Pushing aside the hair with one hand, Zhang Zhuxun bent his waist and got into the hole. He felt that he had walked dozens of meters away, but the thin silk in front of him seemed endless.
The tip of the nose is filled with a fishy, sweet and astringent smell, which is very strange and seems to be vaguely familiar.
It's very similar to the idea that Zhang Chuxun and my little brother came up with when Fatty was so idle.
A kind of soup made by mixing pig blood and sheep blood with protein powder, adding some herbs, and finally putting it in a stone medicine pot to simmer for 24 hours - "Send you to see the Grandmaster in minutes".<
