Volume 2 chapter 37: The Cave of Thieves

I was about to start climbing when I heard him ask, and I couldn’t help but shrug my shoulders. I was so nervous just now that I didn’t notice it, but in fact, when I was in the tunnel, I already felt that the wound that was cut by the lotus arrow was a bit inflamed, but as I scratched, it seemed to get better. I lifted up my shirt and looked at the wound, and found that the redness on the wound had subsided, and there was no strange feeling. He said “I can feel it, but it doesn’t itch anymore. It’s probably an allergy because it’s so humid here.”

The fat guy was itchy and said, ‘Is there any way to temporarily treat this allergy? I just had a cold sweat and now it’s itchy and won’t stop.’ He said and kept rubbing against the wall. I saw that there was blood coming out of the back of his body, and I thought something was wrong. I asked him to show me, and he turned around while wriggling his body and scratching his back. I slapped his hand away and shone my flashlight on it. I saw that a lot of white hair had grown on the wound on his back that had been scratched by the arrow of the lotus flower. I was disgusted and said, “Fatty, how long has it been since you last took a bath?”

The fat guy said, “A bath? Why are you asking this? This is personal privacy, I can’t answer.”

I said, ‘You haven’t bathed in a while, I’ll tell you, don’t be afraid, it looks like you have mold on your back, white mold, a wonder of the world, I guess you can grow a lingzhi in a few months.’

The fat man was confused, and said, ‘What, white coal? Coal is white? Don’t talk so hard, what’s going on?’

I looked I frowned at the oil bottle, as if the situation was not good, and I dared not joke anymore. The oil bottle squeezed over and pressed it with his hand. As soon as he pressed it, a bag of black blood came out. He whispered to me, “I’m in trouble. There’s something strange about the lotus arrow.”

I felt strange, but I was also shot by an arrow just now. In theory, I should be the same as him. Could it be that my grandfather’s constitution is really so special? I hurriedly showed my wound to express my doubt.

The oil bottle Bottle looked at my wound, and said, “What the hell! Don’t be so vague, where did the hair grow?” He then reached out to touch it again, so I quickly grabbed him and said, “Don’t move, you seem to have a skin disease, let us take a closer look at you, you must not scratch, or you will leave a scar.”

He was itchy It was so itchy that he couldn’t help it. I said to the bottle, “This can’t go on. We have to think of a way. I’ve heard that some people can’t control the itchiness of skin diseases, and some even commit suicide!”

The fat guy cried out, “I want to commit suicide now! But it’s so itchy! If you don’t want to, you can learn from Guan Gong and scrape the bones to heal the wound. Just cut out those two pieces of meat for me.”

I had I had skin disease when I was young. The traditional method is a bit disgusting. I said to him, “You don’t need to dig out the flesh. Do you really think you have a lot of flesh? I’m not Hua Tuo, but I have some skin lotion on my body. I’ll apply it to you first. It may hurt a little, but you can bear it.”

The The bottle froze for a moment, and the fat man also let out a cry, saying, “So you city people are so delicate. He even brought toner with him when he was digging. Next time you might as well bring a deck of cards, so that when we get trapped we can play cards.”

Of course, I couldn’t possibly bring such I certainly couldn’t bring this kind of thing with me. I spat twice and smeared it on the fat man’s back. I put on gloves and started to smear it on him. I didn’t expect the fat man to be so sensitive to pain. As soon as the saliva was smeared on him, he screamed and ran straight forward, cursing, “What the hell did you smear on me? My grandma, you might as well cut me out, now that the fat guy is really going to be put in his place.”

I looked at it and said, ‘Look at your little achievements, it’s better to be in pain than to itch, are you still itchy now?’

The fat guy danced around for a while, and then he calmed down and said, ‘Hey, Wu, that’s great, what is it that’s so effective, it’s really more comfortable, what brand is that lotion?’

I saw He knew I had put the saliva on, and he would kill me if he knew. I hurriedly said, “Don’t be like a woman. Let’s go.”

Muyoubing looked funny and shook his head. It was the first time I saw him not smiling wryly, and I couldn’t help but feel that he had become a little more human. It seems that people still need to communicate more.

However After he smiled, he turned into a poker face again and called out to us to keep up. The three of us followed the tunnel around and up, climbing for about half an hour. Mian Youping said in front, “Fork in the road.”

I squeezed up, sure enough, there were two passages on the left and right. I looked into the one on the left and saw that it only went a little further inside, and there were bricks piled up. It was a dead end. It seems that the bricks outside were the path that Mung Youbing and the others took from the right ear chamber to the left chamber. I don’t know why he sealed it up. Was he afraid of something coming from the coffin?

But Since he had sealed it up, the exit hole for the last thief must be on the right. Mung Youbing and I thought the same thing, and he pointed at me. The three of us continued to climb without saying a word.

To be honest I have never climbed for such a long time in my life. I am already sweating profusely. It is not as tiring as climbing a normal cave. The main reason is that my knees are not in contact with anything, so they don’t hurt. Now, there are bricks and slag underneath, and it feels like I am being tortured when I climb on top of them. I feel like my knees are burning hot. It seems that being a human is still beneficial. I have to strive to be a human in my next life.

I was I was thinking about it, and the smelly oil bottle had stopped. It made a gesture telling me to be quiet. The fat guy couldn’t see in front of him, so he asked me in a low voice, “What’s wrong now?”

I told He didn’t say anything. At this time, the dim light had already been turned off. Me and the fat guy were very considerate and turned off the light immediately. All of a sudden, we were plunged into absolute darkness. At this time, I was very calm, and my heart didn’t even beat faster (afterwards, I thought about it and realized that the experience of almost being crushed to death by the wall had a great impact on me. I had already overcome my fear of the tomb psychologically). I still didn’t know what his intentions were, but in the tomb, it was always right to listen to him.

We We were quiet for a while, our breathing slowed down, and the sweat on our bodies dried up. At this time, I heard something walking past on the top of the brick roof above. It seemed to be a person. I was shocked. It seemed that we should be in the back hall or the corridor above. Who was this person? Could it be Ning? Or could it be Uncle San?

While I was guessing, I suddenly felt an itch on the back of my neck. I was startled and thought to myself, “Could it be that I’ve grown hair too?” I hurriedly turned around I touched it and felt a wet lump on my neck. I thought the fat guy had squeezed over, so I cursed him and pushed him back. When I reached back, I suddenly felt something sticky between my fingers and a faint fragrance.

I hated I smeared the stuff on the brick next to me, thinking that the fat guy must have sprayed a lot of hair oil on his hedgehog head. If I find a water source later, I’ll definitely wash it well. The hair oil on the fat guy’s head may not be a few months old.

Just as I was , my neck itched again. I couldn’t help but get angry. I grabbed the ball of hair and pressed it against the wall. At this moment, I suddenly realized that something was wrong. How come the fat guy’s face was so small? I carefully I carefully propped myself up and touched it. I felt a thump in my heart. Those wet, pimply things seemed to be all hair. I touched it again and found that all the hair was tangled together. When I reached in, it was all tangled up. I swallowed and began to sweat. The fat man definitely didn’t have this much hair. Whose hair is this!

I thought I thought of the mass of hair in the watery tomb passage that was eating people. I began to have difficulty breathing and dared not turn on the flashlight. It seemed that the thing was only a few centimeters away from me. If I opened it, I would definitely get an eyeful of it. I couldn’t stand this kind of stimulation. Just as I was thinking, I felt a slim, wet hand suddenly touch my face. It was cold and cold, and the fingernails were very sharp. My scalp began to tingle, and the flesh on my face involuntarily began to tremble.

The hand scraped my neck, then retracted. After a while, I felt the head of the thing coming closer, and the wet hair suddenly pressed against my face. I was so disgusted that I clenched my teeth and was ready to explode. Suddenly, a female voice came from the hair, very soft. She whispered in my ear, “Who are you?”

The voice was really very soft, but I heard it very clearly. I was shocked, and at the same time, the woman’s body leaned over and squeezed into my arms. Her slender hand rested on my shoulder, then wrapped around my neck. I instinctively shuddered, feeling that this woman was very petite. Her mouth was pressed against my ear, and the breath she exhaled was cold. I was completely confused, and I only heard her say, “Please hold me.”

I heard I heard this sentence, like I was possessed. Although my hands kept resisting, they didn’t listen to my brain’s orders at all. I suddenly felt that this woman was not wearing anything at all. Her skin was cold but surprisingly smooth. I couldn’t help but feel confused, and my face turned red. At this time, the woman mouth had moved to my chin, touching me, as if to suggest that I kiss her. I completely lost control, and just as I was about to kiss her, suddenly the flashlight in the oil bottle lit up, and I saw the “thing” in my arms at once. I couldn’t help but have a shock, and all the hairs on my body stood up.