Chapter 187

It's normal that there is phosphorous fire in the ditch where the dead are thrown. Li Nanfang can't be frightened. When he was 14 years old in the robber's den, he once slept with two dead people. At that time, he was scared to death and cried all night.

But after this kind of thing encounters many, can sleep the dead when the pillow.

Li Nanfang hesitated when he put his foot on a raised stone below.

He suddenly felt that there was a ghost urging him to come here. He had to go down and look around subconsciously.

The bright moon in the sky is like a plate, and the mercury like moonlight is spread on the ground. It's as bright as day. You can see everything clearly, but it's very quiet. There's no cry of insects.

There is no shortage of insects in the deep mountains. When the night comes, there will be a party, and one night after another, it will never stop. Why can't you hear it here? Do they know that this ghost place is very fierce, and something will come out when they shout?

The fact that the insects who are used to taking the tomb as their home don't come only shows that this place is very evil.

Especially when the moon is so bright, it seems that you can see the bottom of the ditch all of a sudden. There are rats swimming all over with phosphorus, but you can't see clearly. On the contrary, the more you look at it, the more you feel like a monster with a big mouth. You wait for him to go down and close his mouth again.

"Come on, I'm still young. I don't have to break the 800 rule and put my life here to explore."

After thinking about it carefully, Li Nanfang repressed the strong impulse to go down, stood up, untied his trousers, sprinkled a bubble of urine, patted his ass and turned to leave.

He was very proud that he could resist some mysterious temptation. The old man said that only those with firm will can do great things.

After all, Li Nanfang is not a person who can do great things. As soon as he turned around and took two steps, a burst of sobbing suddenly floated up from the bottom of the manger. His voice was very weak but very clear, and it was also a woman's cry.

It's like a female ghost suddenly appeared behind Li Nanfang and grabbed him by the neck, making him unable to move forward any more. Only his body was a little stiff and slowly turned back.

Moonlight, as if in an instant dim a lot, see what is hazy, only the woman's sobbing cry, like a steel needle, pierce the fog, East and West, floating.

It's like asking Li Nanfang, coward, don't you dare to come?

"Grass, what do I fear? If I had been here today, I would have been killed by the old man ten years ago. I've even survived his brutal dictatorship. I'm afraid you're playing tricks? "

The woman's sneer arouses Li NanFang's stubbornness. He decides that no matter it's Longtan or tiger's den, he will go for a break. If he is betrayed by erlengzi, the old man will beat him up, which is much better than flinching.

If we don't cross the barrier of inexplicable fear today, Li Nanfang will habitually shrink back and be looked down upon when he encounters danger in the future.

After making up his mind, Li Nanfang took a deep breath, squatted down, propped his hands on the ground, put his foot on a raised stone, and walked down.

As early as more than ten years ago, he and erlengzi had walked on the stone beam above the manger for many times. Every time, they would stop and look down. They could see the strange stones standing on both sides of the gully, which was very suitable for settling down.

It's like looking at the bottom of a well in broad daylight, that is, you can see seven or eight meters - jingmangao, which is a deep pit with an angle of more than 70 degrees. You can't see clearly below ten meters, and the surrounding mountains block the light.

Soon, Li Nanfang came to the depth of his eyesight during the day. The smell of putrefaction was stronger, and the faint sobs of women could not be heard. The dead silence reminded him that he had better not go down any more, because no one said how deep the manger was and what was the terrain below. It was necessary to take risks for curiosity and face?

It's not necessary.

Li Nanfang stood firm, found a stone the size of a fist and threw it down.

Bata, the sound of the stone falling to the ground came from more than ten meters below. After a few jumps, there was no sound.

This shows that the bottom is not too deep, and it's still hard, otherwise the stone can't jump up.

But what if he went down? There was no naked beauty waiting for him.

It's only when you are sick that you have to go down and have a look because it looks like a woman's cry. When the wind blows through a crack in a stone, it will make a wind sound similar to the cry. It's not unusual.

"It's no fun. I'm leaving."

Li Nanfang thinks that if he can get to this depth in the middle of the night, he will have more courage than erlengzi and they will have enough capital to boast to them for a long time. If anyone is still unconvinced, he can come here in the middle of the night and have a walk at this depth.

Just as he was about to climb up, the damned woman's sob came from her feet again.

This time, it's clearer. Just a few meters below, Li Nanfang believes that he heard it right. This is the real cry of a woman. It's not the wind blowing through a crack in the stone. It's also a woman suffering from the vicissitudes of time. It's like kneeling in front of a grave crying for her son who died early.

"Who

Li Nanfang gave a big drink.

Drinking in the pit is almost straight up and down. The special environment will amplify the sound infinitely, and the echo can even shake the gravel the size of a billiard ball. Like rain, it rolls down from the top of the head and under the feet, making the sound of rain clatter.

"Ah --"

The woman's cry stopped, and then suddenly higher, it is really crying for her son!

Down here, someone!

Li NanFang's nerves were suddenly tense. Although the woman's voice of crying and shouting was vague, maybe he didn't say these two words at all, but in his subconscious, he thought it was these two words.

"Who are you?"

Li Nanfang yelled again.

Only intermittent cry, erratic, but did not say anything.

After biting his teeth, Li Nanfang decided to go down and have a look. Even if the woman below is a thousand year old wild ghost, it's a long night without the intention to sleep. It's also the capital to boast about her miserable life, isn't it?

Li Nanfang doesn't care whether she can climb up alive after seeing the ghost.

The old man said that when he was born, the sky in the northwest was as red as fire, which was a sign of the birth of a great man. Although the beautiful scenery of fire burning clouds has long been regarded as a rare thing.

Big people will never die in this ghost place for no reason. Wherever they go, they should be avoided by ghosts.

Li Nanfang lowered his right foot carefully, stepped on a stone and then released his hand.

Then, his body suddenly one after another, the center of gravity lost, strong gravity, dragging him to fall rapidly.

Lying trough, I forget that moss will grow on the stone that the sun can't shine on!

Li Nanfang, who fell out of thin air, fell on a big protruding stone. When he bounced up and continued to fall down, he yelled in his heart. He stretched out his hand and scratched around in an attempt to catch stones, tree roots and other things. Even if he hung in the air like bacon, it was much better than falling into the bottomless abyss.

He realized that the Pathfinder he had just dropped did not fall to the bottom, but fell on the small platform covered with thick moss, and then fell into the abyss below.

He didn't hear the echo. It was because it was very deep down there, or there were rotten leaves and so on.

As for the mysterious woman's cry, it can give him the illusion that it is just ten meters below his feet, because the sound is reflected upward after it swings on this protruding small platform.

He is falling. He has no strength. The only thing he can do is to dance.

Of course, he can also open his mouth and make a shrill scream to tell the hell below that I'm coming.

Bang!

This is the last voice Li Nanfang heard in despair, and then he didn't know anything.

If erlengzi and others follow him and light him with a flashlight, you can see that he is lying on a rotten leaf with a thickness of half a meter. There is nothing wrong with him, but his luck is not too good. When he falls on his back, his back brain just hits the forehead of a skull.

It's still a fresh skull. The calcium in the bone hasn't lost at all. It's as hard as a stone, so it can knock him out.

It was still a dead silence. The cry of the ghost woman disappeared. Li Nanfang was like sleeping in his own bed. He had a nightmare. He dreamed that a woman who could not see her appearance and figure came and squatted beside him. His white fingers slid slowly over his forehead, eyebrows, nose and mouth.

He didn't have to open his eyes, or even use his brain to guess, to be sure it was a woman.

The woman's hand, after sliding on his chin, stood up, turned and walked away. There was a sobbing cry: "my son --"

I don't know how long after that, Li NanFang's little finger moved, and all the nerves in the coma state woke up with the speed of electricity, which made him feel the pain of splitting headache first.

Pain nerve is the most sensitive nerve in human body, and it is not one of them.

He slowly opened his eyes and saw a small rectangular mirror, which was not much bigger than the horizontal mobile phone. It was bright, just in front of his eyes, within reach.

Slowly, he reached for the little mirror, but grabbed it empty.

His right hand was stiff in the air. After a moment, Li Nanfang realized that it was not a small mirror, but the sky under the moonlight.

It's the night sky above the manger. Lying at the bottom, he looks like the manger, which is tens of meters wide and tens of meters long, has become the size of a mobile phone. According to the formula of length multiplied by width multiplied by height, Li Nanfang sadly found that the manger is at least 300 meters deep!

He fell from hundreds of meters and didn't fall to death. It's a miracle, just like his premature aging.

It is also possible that his people have long fallen to death, and now the living is the devil in his body.

But no matter what, as long as he can live, he will win. The mountain is not high, so he can climb it with his hands. This is what Liu Yuxi said. Li Nanfang remembers very well, but where is the ghost woman who made him stupid now?

What's more, the rustling sound from the distance is like the spring silkworm eating mulberry leaves. What's the matter?

Li Nanfang turned over and sat up, slowly moved his arms, two feet, very good, four little fingers, all under the control of the brain, flexing dexterously, without any stagnation. The great thing is that his back brain is very painful.

It doesn't matter. When a three-year-old plays, he breaks the back of his head. At most, he pulls down with two howls. Will Li Nanfang be inferior to a three-year-old?

I took a deep breath of the air full of rotten smell. I had a disgusting tendency. I quickly shut up and looked back.

A vague white shadow, in his right hand more than ten meters away, erratic, flashing phosphorous fire.