Ghost Blowing Lantern II

There was a turntable-shaped lock on the iron door marked with the "zero" mark. Lao Yangpi and Fatty pushed the door with their backs, put more force on their waists and legs, and closed the iron door that had not been opened or closed for more than 20 years. There was a creaking sound, and I held the turntable door lock, preparing to lean down and use my own weight to make it rotate and lock the door when the iron door closed.

It was about to close the iron door, but there were already several pale arms of rotting corpses stretching out from the brick room, and they were all added to the cracks of the door. Those dead fingers scratched the iron door, and there was a sound of nails rubbing against the iron skin. , there was so much movement in the empty tunnel that it made people's scalp tighten, and they wanted to reach out and cover their ears, not wanting this bone-deep sound to penetrate into their heads.

The fat man snatched the long knife from Lao Yangpi's hand and chopped it off, cutting off several arms and a rotten corpse's head that poked out from the crack in the door. A lot of black and sticky liquid suddenly flowed out from the severed limbs, and the smell was strange and foul. , the man felt like vomiting, and the fat man slashed a few times, but more and more corpse limbs were sticking out of the brick room. The iron door that was about to close was forced open for a few inches, and there seemed to be something behind the iron door. There is an endless mysterious power that is beyond the range that humans can resist. Ding Sitian saw that the three of us were in a tight situation, so she also struggled to come to help. The four of us gritted our teeth and used all our strength, but not only did the iron gate no longer hold up, Unable to push back, the gap in the door was stretched wider and wider. Finally, under the huge force of the waves, we were knocked to the ground, and the No. 0 iron door was finally completely knocked open from the inside.

The "Zero" iron door was blasted open by the huge force coming from the brick room. There seemed to be a mountain behind the door that was about to move. Although the rotten corpse that Fatty and I encountered in the secret room was strong, it moved slowly and stiffly. Those zombies full of maggots would never make such a noise. There must be something unusual buried in that mysterious brick kiln.

But it was impossible for us to stay in front of the iron gate, waiting to see what would crawl out from inside. Seeing that my plan to rely on the iron gate to take a defensive position had failed, I quickly asked the fat man to carry Ding Sitian, whose legs were weak, and the four of them I endured the pain and retreated out of the passage. I smelled the stench behind me. In the middle of my busy schedule, I held up the engineer's light and looked back. In the blink of an eye, I saw countless dead body parts pouring out of the iron door. These were The corpses seemed to be wrapped in some kind of plant, all connected together, and they were squirming out of the brick room one by one.

These gray dead bodies were mixed with countless plant roots, and were covered with soil and flesh maggots. I was secretly surprised when I encountered a rotting corpse in the brick room. At first, I thought it was a dead person, but I stared at it with my eyes. But I couldn't restrain it with any method. At that time, I began to suspect that it was not a zombie, but it was difficult to determine what it was. When I looked back in a hurry, I found that all the dead bodies seemed to be growing in some white plant roots. The thing with a white inside and a yellow head actually looks like a rare giant ginseng. The upper half looks like an old woman, with a wrinkled face and a bloated body. The lower half is like a ginseng, with branching roots and long roots. It has short tentacles, and each root has bristle barbs. Dozens of rotten and dry corpses are integrated with its roots. God knows what kind of monster the Japanese devils raised in that brick kiln.

But even the old wild ginseng that has been formed for thousands of years is definitely not that big. If this is really an old ginseng that has been around for thousands of years, it must be a demon ginseng. The fat man also turned around and looked at it, and said in surprise: "Old Hu, you are looking at a dead man." Why are carrots growing on your body?" I said to the fat man as I supported Lao Yangpi and ran forward, "What are you looking at? Look carefully, it's a large ginseng tree with a lot of dead bodies growing on it, not dead bodies growing on it. Are there radish and Russian liquor? Quickly throw a bottle and light it to stop it..."

But we had just retreated in a hurry. In our panic, we threw the package rolled out from the Russian's room near the iron door. It was impossible to go back to get it, so we had to speed up our escape. However, the four of us were extremely tired, and our feet were underfoot. It felt like it was filled with lead. Although I was anxious, my feet were unable to move forward. However, the alien plants wrapped in carrion behind me were getting closer and closer. I could only hear the sound of dead tree bark rubbing against the cement of the wall. The fishy smell in the back of his head almost made him faint.

Most of the underground passages were closed with iron doors, but some were locked and could not be opened. We panicked and saw an iron door with iron gratings at the corner of the passage that was not closed. We quickly supported each other and kicked the door and rushed in with our backhands. When he closed the door, he was half a step too late. The tentacles of the ginseng-like plant had already poked through the door. The fat man was about to push the door open, but he was the first to be tangled up by several rotten corpses on the tentacles.

Lao Yangpi and I were holding the iron door tightly, unable to save him at all. At this time, one arm and two legs of the fat man were hugged by the corpse. He only had one arm left to move. He cut off the arm with a knife. The root tentacles of the demon ginseng slowly splashed all over him with stinking juice as thick as splashed ink. As soon as the roots of the demon ginseng were broken, the elephant shrank back suddenly as if it was aware of the pain. Lao Yangpi and I pushed the iron door open. , the air lock on this door has lost its function because it has not been used for too long. I pushed a chair over the door, and the sound of fingernails scratching outside was still constant, and I banged against the iron door.

We leaned against the iron door with our backs, our hearts pounding, and there was only one thought left in our minds: "Chairman's blessing, I hope the iron door and the wall are strong and solid, but don't let that monster break in." Although there were constant noises from outside, this basement was built entirely according to the standards of solid military fortifications, and it might not be able to explode with a bomb. We retreated here and finally achieved temporary safety.

The fat man quickly reached out and touched himself. He saw that there were no missing parts on his body, so he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he looked at the demon ginseng root that was cut off by the long knife. It was nearly two meters long, as thick as a sea bowl, and flowed out from where it was cut by the knife. There was a lot of sticky, foul-smelling sap, and it was extremely fishy. Although half of the roots were broken, they were rolling and shaking like a gecko tail that had been cut off. However, the three rotten corpses that were born as one with it had completely lost all signs of life. , dark liquid flowed from his eyes, and he just followed the twisting demon ginseng roots and whipped the beast, and it didn't seem to pose any threat anymore.

Both Lao Yangpi and Fatty lost their strength and slumped down against the iron door. I forced myself to use the engineer's lighting tube to illuminate the basement where we were. The room was full of messes, including scattered tables, chairs, cabinets, and air conditioning ducts. It seemed to be blocked, and the underground air was cold to the bones. I was thinking about Ding Sitian's condition and had no intention of looking at her any more, so I helped her sit down against the corner.

I saw that Ding Sitian's face was as green as if it was dripping with water. Although she was still conscious, her breath was like a gossamer. There was more air coming out and less air going in. It seemed that she might fall asleep at any time. I comforted her. Let her persist to the end no matter what, take a breather and rest, and find the antidote even if she exposes this research institute to the ground.

Ding Sitian seemed to have known that her death was approaching, and she couldn't help but feel extremely sad. She said to Fatty and me with difficulty, "I know I'm hopeless this time... Please don't tell my mother about this. I really miss us being together." In the days that connect the whole country, don’t feel sorry for me, you must find a way to get out alive, and remember that death does not belong to the working class.”

The fat man and I held Ding Sitian's cold hands tightly and replied tragically and with tears in our eyes: "Vulgar taste is not guilty..." Thinking of the imminent separation of life and death, we both choked up and found it difficult to speak. At this time, Lao Yangpi came over and said: "This girl Her life is in danger, we can't let her die in this dark room like this."

The fat man said with a sad face: "Looking at Sitian's current complexion, 80% of the poison from the golden-scaled locust has dispersed into the bone marrow. We are clever women who can't make a meal without rice. There is no antidote for this neurotoxin, so there is no way to save lives."

The wound on my shoulder hurt so much that the veins on my forehead were jumping. If it weren't for the dangerous situation I was in, I would have fallen to the ground and slept in a coma for three days and three nights. But seeing everyone depressed and desperate, I couldn't help but feel a wave of pain in my bones. I felt an extremely strong rebellious emotion, and my spirit was lifted. I remember a Russian philosopher once said: "The suffering of life will always make you breathless. If you don't resist, but just listen to fate, If you are manipulated, you will only sink deeper and deeper into the predicament until you lose everything in the end.”

I gritted my teeth and said to everyone: "If there is rice... even a fucking stupid woman can make a meal. I can't just watch our most important comrade sacrifice in front of my eyes. If there is no rice, go to the rice, and go to the myrrh." Find medicine, it's not time to hold a memorial service for her yet, as long as you still have breath, never give up."

When I told the fat man, he started to rush out violently. I stopped him to analyze the situation at hand for everyone. If there is really a medicine to treat locust poison in the research institute, it is probably in a relatively closed warehouse or laboratory, but this underground The scale of the facility is unexpectedly large. Let alone finding a specific location, it's difficult to get lost without losing direction. However, the first thing to do now is to find a way to get out of here.

I listened carefully and saw that the movement in the corridor outside the basement was much quieter than before, but the ginseng essence that looked like an old woman seemed to be waiting outside. The guy's body was covered with mud and flesh maggots, and his roots were wrapped in There are so many rotting corpses that they almost fill up the passage outside. Let alone finding a way to get rid of them, we don’t even know what they are.

I soaked the last bit of cold water in the kettle and put it on Ding Sitian's forehead to cool her down. Then I walked back and forth in the room, racking my brains to think of a way to escape. I walked back and forth several times, and finally closed the basement. When I opened the iron gate, half of the roots that looked like old ginseng were chopped off by the fat man. There were several pale-skinned corpses on the roots. I used my feet to poke at one of the corpses to see if it was a plant or a corpse. ?

The white rotting corpse was covered with a thick layer of fat maggots, and there was something black under the maggots. Seeing something, I quickly brought the engineer's lighting tube closer. When I looked at it, I found that the corpse was wearing a black coat. , there was a red ribbon tied around the waist, and the legs below were sucked into the thick roots, blending into one with it. It was difficult to tell what kind of clothing the lower body was wearing. Looking at the other corpses, they all had no clothes on them. Clothes, he was probably naked when he died.

My heart moved, and I hurriedly said to the fat man and others: "The Russian suicide note clearly stated that many captives from various countries were also imprisoned in this institute as subjects for live experiments, but look at this rotting corpse in black. The man in black and red sash looks very familiar. Have we seen him somewhere? It seems to be a tomb-robber bandit organization in the Xing'an Mountains. This is definitely a member of the Ni'er Hui."

The fat man nodded repeatedly when he heard this. It is not difficult to imagine this matter. It was probably the Ni'er Hui people who stole some secrets from Wong Tai Sin Temple, and then the devils killed the donkey and threw it into the brick room to feed the demon ginseng. , but there is one detail worth noting. The rest of the rotting corpses were in the same state of death, but they were all naked. Obviously, this gangster from Ni'erhui died in a hurry. It didn't seem like a premeditated act by the Japanese devils. Maybe this gangster died in a hurry. Like the rest of the people in the institute, Bandit was affected by the sudden disaster. He fled into the brick room in panic, and the result... was like this. If it hadn't been for the sharp Kangxi sword of Lao Sheepskin, Fatty and I will probably end up like him now.

The fat man reached out and rummaged around in the deceased's clothes, trying to find out if there was anything useful. He found a pair of black donkey hooves, a few ropes, and some evil cinnabar, which further confirmed the identity of the deceased. His identity was 100% that of a bandit from the Ni'er Society. Looking at the withered corpse, the limbs and bones were as stiff as rotten wood, and the hair and nails were still growing. They were all the same as zombies. It was really hard to imagine how it turned into this appearance.

In order to find a way to escape, Fatty and I thought about it and suddenly remembered that the brick kiln-like secret room was very strange. We changed the customs in the village where we jumped in, demolished many ancient tombs, scraped the tomb bricks and reused them. , although the shape of those tomb bricks is different from that of this underground brick kiln, there is a cold and choking atmosphere on the tomb bricks. Even under the noon sun, you will never feel a trace of warmth when holding a tomb brick. I mean, the tomb bricks always seem to have just been taken out of the ice cellar. Fatty and I have a deep understanding of this. The chilling feeling after entering the brick kiln is not wrong. Maybe the bricks are marked with "zero" The secret chamber code-named is actually the tomb chamber of an underground ancient tomb. Why is there a giant ginseng buried under the soil of the tomb chamber?

Lao Yangpi, who had been silent at this time, heard the discussion between me and the fat man, and suddenly interjected: "I thought you educated young people had knowledge and knew that the god was a ginseng, but you said it was ginseng? You are wrong? , in my hometown there is also the God’s corpse place, if I remember correctly, it is a treasure dug up from the Western Regions.”

I didn't expect Lao Yangpi to know, what is returning to China from the Western Regions? I asked him to explain clearly, what exactly is that ginseng with many corpses growing on it?

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