Brothers in Suffering

The dark and deep underground looked like an open door to the abyss, with only a few bright fires flickering below.

They were some dark cyan lights, swaying and dancing like flames, and like stars in the sky, dotting the darkness.

For me, it is a lighthouse.

However, when a ship lost in the sea sees a lighthouse, it represents the hope of life. But when I fell in the darkness, seeing these lights was no different from seeing the God of Death.

"It's too deep, my life is at risk!"

I sighed secretly, knowing that no one would come to save me this time. Even if there was a pool below, if I fell from this height, I would be killed alive. No matter how good my posture was when I entered the water, it would be useless.

Just when I closed my eyes almost resigned to my fate, my whole body hit an object in the darkness without any warning. The huge impact made a strange sound of "Wow" come out of my chest.

I was completely stunned, because the impact was so sudden and so huge that I didn't even feel the pain, I was directly numb and couldn't feel my body.

However, this thing was quite tough, and then it bounced me high, just like a springboard for diving, and then I hit another similar object hard.

Boom, boom, boom!

The continuous falling and beating made me lose my temper. I felt that I must look like a rubber ball at this moment, bouncing here and there.

"Old Ancestor, your entry method is a bit crazy. Did you ever think a thousand years ago that the first person you would trick would be your descendants?"

I lamented in my heart. Under the continuous impact, I had become completely numb to it.

I probably understood that under the tomb door, there were many extremely elastic springboards on both sides. The impact was very strong, but it would not kill anyone. Once you entered, you had to take a good posture and roll down in a parabola.

However, it is just that people will not die. As for whether they will be crippled or become idiots when they fall, the last heavenly official probably did not consider it at all, or in other words, he was originally prepared to let the person who fell down die.

7788, this kind of design is no different from a mechanism, it is just a deception.

As for why not just kill him all at once...

Maybe it’s a reward for finding the opposite door!

I have read the handwritten notes of ancestors from past generations, which are similar to their diaries. Some of their character traits can always be shown between the lines.

I roughly summarized it and found that the ritual officials of all ages had a very mean problem - the tombs, as carefully designed by them, are similar to works of art, but they are not so sacred in their hearts, and they are not even disgusted with them.

Tomb robbers will only look at this kind of thing with a cat-and-mouse mentality.

They design the rules of the game and wait for those who are not afraid of death to challenge them. Just like a game, there will always be a way to survive. One of them is probably the emphasis on not doing things to death, but more... It’s hard to say, there’s too much to say.

It feels like I'm scolding myself.

In the continuous impact, I lost count of how many times I fell.

Twenty? Or thirty?

No one can count clearly in this situation.

Boom!

Finally, I threw myself on the ground and hit a soft dirt bag hard. At this moment, I was glad that I was a paper man. At least I wouldn't lose arms or legs or anything like that. I just felt that my soul was a little unstable, as if it was invisible.

The tentacles were pulling at every inch of my skin, trying to tear me apart.

This is an almost soul-crushing rhythm...

I was lying on the earthbag, unable to move. I could only see the green lights here from the corner of my eye.

These lamps are like the street lamps on the campus paths, a bronze lamp two or three meters high, rusty and mottled, with a dark blue flame dancing on it, but I don’t know what it is burning, and it has survived for thousands of years.

There are many giant lanterns like this, one every four or five meters, spreading into the distance, the number is extremely astonishing.

This place is very big, stretching as far as the eye can see, rising and falling like mountains, except that the top of the mountain is slightly lower. With my eyesight, I really can’t tell whether it is artificially completed or formed naturally.

The location where I am now should be regarded as one of the relatively high mountains, surrounded by two small mounds that look like tombs.

After resting for a long time, I struggled to sit up, but the wounds in my soul still existed, and I was on the verge of losing my mind.

"Hey, big brother, it's fine if you just lie here and ignore me, but twisting around now is a bit too much!"

Suddenly, a harsh and harsh voice sounded in my ears.

I was excited and subconsciously held the Tianguan Blade.

"Who are you trying to scare with a broken fire stick?"

The voice sounded again, and then I felt something poking my butt: "Please move your butt, you are sitting on my head."

I jumped up and looked at the mound in disbelief, thinking that it was really a grave.

At this moment, a finger stretched out from the grave, covered with mud, and was performing a set of mysterious fingering techniques, digging and digging...

"who are you?"

I felt a little hairy and secretly thought that I was unlucky. The man who had just come down sat down on the head of an old man, which was no different from making trouble on Tai Sui's head.

I almost instinctively placed this man in the first class of evil spirits. How many good ones are buried here?

"Don't be so nervous!"

A pale hand has already poked out of the grave, groping around, as if trying to find a place to focus, but after groping for a long time, he gave up: "We are both fallen people from the end of the world, why should we have known each other when we meet? Come on, brothers.

A handful!"

I'll pull your head!

My first reaction was to rush up to the grave, stab it with a stick, and then run away. However, thinking that I was on the verge of losing my mind, I gave up this unreliable idea and gradually calmed down. After thinking about it, I felt

It's not unreasonable to think about this matter. I'm still a paper man, and this guy probably regards me as the same kind.

"Forget it, take it one step at a time, get through this level first, and then find an opportunity to run again!"

I sighed secretly, walked up and held the muddy hand, and pulled hard. The soil on the tomb cracked, and a thin man wearing an ancient coarse cloth blouse was pulled out.

"Hey, big brother, you should be more gentle!"

The thin man cursed, shook his head, and shook off the dirt on it. He didn't look scary, but rather vulgar, with protruding cheekbones, sunken cheeks, a mustache, and a treacherous look on his face. He put his hands on the ground and prepared to get up.

He staggered and sat down on the ground, and then realized that he only had one leg: "Look at my memory, I was so anxious that I forgot my leg. Brother, please help me dig it out. I will help you. I am very grateful."

Looking at his clothes, he was obviously an old ghost from ancient times. How could I dare to refuse this request? I reluctantly went to dig the grave again, and after a while, a calf was torn out.

The mustache took over his calf, secretly happy, and screwed it on "click, click, click".

"Two sticks, three bulls, get out!"

The mustache shouted at the other two graves: "Don't fall asleep, get up and work."

However, the two tombs were peaceful and there was no reaction.

The mustache was a little hairy. He rushed over and kicked the grave in anger. Suddenly, with a soft "Eh", he pulled out a crumpled black paper from the soil with a condolence written on it. He looked at it for a moment.

He was happy and said to me: "Um... big brother, I'm sorry, I was going to introduce you to my other two brothers, but it turned out that they woke up earlier and went out to do errands, and it seems that a big live person fell in

It’s over here!”

Big living person?

Came earlier than me?

The first reaction in my head was - Lao Bai!!

This grandson is not dead!!

However, I guess the situation is not good either, as he is currently being chased by two evil ghosts.

When my soul was wandering for nine days, the mustache began to tidy up the clothes, brush off the dirt, and bowed to me, a bit like a monkey: "You are just calling me two brothers. I forgot to introduce myself. My last name is

Hu, everyone in the world calls me Shopkeeper Hu, you can just call me Brother Hu."

My mind was not on this at all, so I followed his example and returned the salute: "My surname is Wei, and my name is Wei Jingzhe."

"Haha, it turns out to be Brother Wei."

Shopkeeper Hu smiled brightly and was very affectionate. He took my hand and sat down on the grave. He grabbed a handful of soil from the grave and stuffed it into my hand: "I think my little brother has hurt his soul. This is incredible. It's the first time we meet.

I don’t have any other gifts, so I’m just giving you this, don’t dislike it!”

Can you not dislike what you say?

Why don't you give me a handful of grave soil, you might as well give me a coffin board. At least I still have some hope and can comfort myself by saying that this means getting promoted and making a fortune...

I thought I was selling batches, with a smile on my face, but this shopkeeper Hu was not a fuel-saving lamp. He took the opportunity to lift my hand up, and all the dirt from the grave went into my mouth. It was called a diaphragm.

Man, this grandson came out of here just now. He is no different from forcing me to drink someone else's bath water...

As a result, the miraculous thing happened here. The soil from the grave melted into my mouth and turned into abundant Yin Qi. My body, which was on the verge of collapse, recovered in an instant.

"Is it my darling? I never cheat anyone when I'm in the world!"

Shopkeeper Hu smiled brightly and beat his chest louder than a drum. He probably forgot to look in the mirror when he went out and ignored the fact that his appearance comes from his heart. He pulled me as if he thought his sharp-mouthed and monkey-cheeked appearance could win me over.

He kept talking nonsense with his hands, and finally asked suddenly: "Brother, how did you die?"

Can this person speak?

I feel like eating a dead fly. I feel so uncomfortable. I have no choice but to be controlled by others at this moment. I can only make up nonsense: "Hey, my family is not poor. I saw that there is no tomb here, so I thought about changing it with nothing.

Order some firewood, rice, oil and salt, but I didn’t expect it.”
To be continued...