After climbing more than ten meters, Wu Xiaoxie found that there was no movement behind him. He lowered his head and looked down in confusion. He saw Master Liang stopped there motionless and asked in confusion: "Why don't you climb up quickly and stay there to grow mushrooms?" Master Liang took a breath, struggled to get up, and rubbed his swollen and painful knees, "It's coming, you two go up first, and I will come later."
There was a climbing rope hanging in front of his eyes. Master Liang was stunned and looked up.
"What are you doing standing there dumbly?" Wu Xiaoxie shook the rope in his hand, "Climb quickly, I'll pull you up."
A warm current suddenly surged up in Master Liang's old heart, and his tired body seemed to be filled with energy. He propped himself up, tied the rope around his waist, grabbed the branches and used his strength to climb up.
Seeing that he was moving, Wu Xiaoxie tied the rope around his waist and freed his hands to continue climbing.
No one has the energy to speak anymore. I don’t know how long it has been. Their movements are completely mechanical, relying on willpower and not daring to stop. Once they stop, fatigue and soreness will rush over them, and they may even faint from exhaustion.<
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The branches above are getting denser and denser, making it easier to climb up, but you must always be careful of falling. No one wants to stay in this damn place to be buried with Uncle Tai who is like mud.
By the light of the flashlight, Wu Xiaoxie discovered that the rock walls around this section of the bronze tree began to change. Natural stalactite cones and some dissolved rock curtains appeared. The rock walls on both sides began to shrink, and some shapes of different sizes appeared on the rock walls.
The cave is obviously beyond the scope of artificial excavation.
The light passed by, and there seemed to be something reflective in part of the cave. Wu Xiaoxie was not sure if he had seen it wrong, but he did not dare to bet, and he became more and more uneasy. Even the old itch in front of him did not know when to stop.
Without paying attention, I bumped my head against my itchy buttocks.
"Huh?"
Wu Xiaoxie reacted and asked quickly, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Lao Itch looked solemn. Wherever he shined the flashlight, there were many white-haired monkeys with human-face masks that he had just encountered. When he took a closer look, he found that those monkeys had already cooled down, and their corpses were all buried above them.
The hot wind blowing turned them into mummies, with their hands and feet twisted weirdly and stuck in the dense branches. There were dozens of them. The faces on the masks stared directly at Wu Xiaoxie and the three people passing by, as if they could be killed at any time.
Come alive and jump in their faces.
The three of them slowed down and carefully observed these strange monkey corpses.
Most of the mummies are complete, except for the twisted bones. The fatal injuries seem to be in the neck. Some mummies have their heads turned over, as if some huge force had their necks broken and they turned around and died. Wu Xiaoxie couldn't help but substitute the younger brother and Zhang Zhuxun in his mind, and found that with the skills of those two people, they could kill these monkeys without a single blow.
Master Liang then climbed up and stared at the mask of the mummy for a long time, then suddenly hissed, "Don't you think the posture of these monkeys is a bit weird? And the human face on this mask, I seem to have seen it somewhere..." Wu Xiaoxie also took a closer look and asked him, "What's weird?"
Lao Itchy turned on the light, and Master Liang carefully took off the mask of one of the mummies. Turning it over, he found that behind the mask, where the mouth was, there was a fist-sized spiral protrusion like a snail shell, with a small hole in the middle.
