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Chapter 514 Deep in the Underground River
Thick dark clouds cover the sun.
The valley became dark.
The air is getting duller and duller, and the rain is coming.
The grass rolled like waves, and I moved forward along the river, walking alone on the path in the mountains.
The wind blew the hem of my clothes, and my memory was sometimes blurry and sometimes clear.
I kept going over what I was going to do in my head.
Butcher.
Treasure key.
restart.
The remaining time is 15 hours, 10 minutes and 21 seconds.
I finally saw the sinister entrance to the cave.
Hanging at the entrance of the cave are sharp stone stalactites, like fangs, and there are two holes above.
Like a ferocious skull stuck at the source of the water flow.
The smell of blood wafts in the air.
When I walked to the river, I couldn't help but frown.
A stream of scarlet liquid flowed out of the hole and mixed with the river water.
Something happened to the butcher?
My heart suddenly lifted, I quickly got into the water and ran into the cave.
The cold river water was up to his legs, the cave was extremely dark, and the humid air was mixed with the smell of blood.
Turn on the flashlight.
Cold white light shines on the turbid water.
Blood stains could be seen in some places.
The uneasiness in my heart amplified, I quickened my pace and started running.
Butcher, you must hold on!
Water splashed everywhere, and the sound of treading water echoed in the cave. I ran eagerly for a while, but the situation ahead forced me to stop.
Eight irregular holes lay in front of me.
Every cave entrance is filled with gloomy air and fishy wind.
Which one should I choose?
Bloodstains!
Thinking of this, I immediately stepped forward and looked carefully at each hole with a flashlight.
The intermittent blood stains on the ground extended into the fourth hole, like a broken tongue that had been spit out.
"right here!"
I took a deep breath and got in without hesitation.
The space becomes narrower, and there are rugged rocks on both sides.
Some places were sharp, like knives, and they squeezed through the middle, and soon my clothes became tattered.
From time to time, I stepped on some animal bones.
The fishy smell is getting stronger and stronger.
It's not the smell of blood, it's the fishy smell of animals.
I rubbed my nose and kept walking without slowing down at all.
Both the front and the rear became so dark that there was no end in sight.
But there was no fear in my heart, because I had something more fearful. At this moment, I just wanted to find the pig butcher as soon as possible.
Gritting his teeth and enduring the pain, the passage finally opened up.
I missed the mark and fell suddenly.
Wow!
Water splashed everywhere.
I fell heavily into the water.
The cold wetness suddenly soaked all over my body, and the smelly and turbid water got into my mouth and nose.
Fortunately, the water was not deep. I stood up after a few splashes, and the water just reached my knees.
The place where I fell was not high and there was water to buffer me. I was not injured.
It's just that the dirty and smelly water has soaked the wound, which makes it a little uncomfortable.
Wiping the water off my face, I held up a flashlight and looked around carefully.
This is a large space, full of darkness, and the turbid water surface glows coldly under the flashlight.
The bloodstain disappeared here.
It was very quiet, with the sound of dripping water all around.
Where is the butcher?
I moved carefully, one foot deeper and one shallower, walking in the water, looking for traces of the pig butcher.
The broken carcasses of some animals floated across the water, some were bones, and some looked rotten.
The humid air was filled with an unpleasant stench.
After walking for a while, my sense of smell seemed to have failed, and I couldn't smell anything.
This place is so big that it should be an underground river in a cave.
The river is winding, with strange-shaped stones piled up on both sides. Looking at it, it seems that it is almost the same in every direction.
I calmed down and observed carefully for a while, and still found the difference.
The river was high on one side and low on the other, and the turbid and smelly water slowly flowed past my legs.
Along the upstream and downstream, you can always find the end.
But the question is, should I go up or down?
The pig butcher was heading for the old monster in the cave, so wherever the old monster was, he should be in that direction.
If I were such an old monster, what position would I choose?
The cave was dark, damp, and dark.
It can be seen that this old monster cannot see the light of day.
Such a monster would definitely want to hide as deep as possible.
Downstream!
Time was passing by, and I didn't have much time to hesitate. I raised my legs and set off in the direction of the water.
Holding on to the cold and rough rocks, I walked down carefully.
The water is getting deeper and deeper.
Gradually spread from the knees to the thighs.
The resistance increased and I had to slow down.
My feet were stuck in the mud, and something would slide by my legs in the river from time to time. It felt very bad.
But I am becoming more and more sure of my judgment.
Because the animal's fishy smell is getting stronger and stronger, to the point of being pungent.
If it weren't for the air flow driven by the river, the environment here would be almost suffocating.
The old monster should not be far away.
The tired body has a little more strength. Compared with being wiped out by the live broadcast room, the suffering in front of me is nothing at all.
I don’t know how long I have been walking forward, but there is no longer a single sound of water around me, but there seems to be a strange sound.
I stopped sensitively, turned off the flashlight, and listened carefully for a while.
It was a faint, faint sound caused by the friction between metal and stone.
It seemed that there was also the clanking sound of the chains.
I seemed to have heard this voice before, but my vague memory prevented me from recalling it for a while. I just instinctively felt that it was related to the old monster.
Living in such a large water hole, it might be a giant creature.
I took a breath, didn't turn on the flashlight, felt the stones and walked along the river as quietly as possible.
The monster's movements became more and more obvious.
The clattering sound of the chains and the harsh friction echoed on the river.
I finally remembered that it was the sound of something rubbing against the stone.
scales.
It should be snake scales.
In other words, what I am about to face is an old snake demon.
Heart pounding.
Is this snake demon related to Mr. Hei Liu from Hunlai Inn?
I can't think so much now. No matter what it is, it is what the butcher wants to kill. I will kill it even if I risk my life.
I took out a blood-stained scalpel from my backpack, held on to the cold stone, and groped my way forward in the darkness with my legs soaked in the water.
Not long after walking, a fishy wind blew in front of me, and the sound of swaying chains echoed in my ears.
That sense of danger made me rash and I couldn't move forward rashly.
I stood quietly in the water and waited for a while. The old snake demon didn't seem to notice my presence.
I took advantage of the cover of a big rock, held the flashlight in my hand, and carefully turned on the switch.
Dim lights came on.
I took this opportunity to look ahead.
A vague and huge long shadow coiled in the depths of the underground river, and there seemed to be several iron chains wrapped around its huge body.
There is still a certain distance, so we can only see an outline.
But this figure is terrifying enough.
I instinctively buried my head, only to find that the river water next to my legs was stained red with blood.
My heart trembled.
The fingers were slightly spread apart, and the light extended forward.
Behind a strange rock, there was a tall figure lying in the water with scars.
The body remained motionless, swaying slightly with the waves.
Next to it, floated a sharp long knife.
"The butcher!"
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