Chapter 20 Life

It's the damn black cat again. This beast is simply haunted. Beck thought to himself that he seemed to be trapped by the group of bats. I don't know when they will disperse, but the cloud in Beckham's heart has been shrouded.

The fat man said, "Have you finished reading it?"

Beckham nodded, and the fat man took the cigarette away from his nose and asked, "Do you know what it is outside?"

"Bat."

"Yes, but it's not an ordinary bat. I've heard from my predecessors that it's called the Azia Ghost Bat. They move extremely quickly. The sound is not straight, but reflective. From afar, it's the kind of radio sound we heard before. That sound doesn't exist here! At first, I didn't remember this thing. Their wings had an amplitude of 180 times per minute, and the radio signal dissipated when they got close.

"Is that why we can only hear that huge buzz now?"

The fat man nodded, then took a deep breath and said slowly, "If we are not trapped here, we will be sucked into mummified corpses. It must have been mentioned in the diary, right?

Waiting for Beckham to answer, he smiled again: "I know this jade pendant must have something to do with this body."

Beckham was surprised, and the fat man's precise guess set a huge wave in his heart. This jade pendant should be taken out by the person who jumped into the bottom of the pool, or the man is dead. This jade pendant was inadvertently obtained by someone who flowed out with the water. With that, he briefly described the contents of the diary to the fat man.

"Someone must have been to this tomb before." The fat man's words are unquestionable, and his tone is resolute.

Beckham also vaguely guessed, because he did not see too many ruins and traces when he came, even if it was corrupt, and the collapsed walls on the other side of the altar also disappeared. Was it artificially repaired?

Who on earth would do such a thing? He smelled the conspiracy, but there were not many clues, and he couldn't guess, so he could only hide it in his heart.

Beckham put forward the idea that these ghost bats should look for the secret door after they subside. He was very curious about what was inside, and it was not written in his diary, which made him feel itchy.

"You're here. I know those things are extremely ** for the smell of blood. I'll lead them away later. You can go from the bottom of the pool!" The fat man made a lot of determination, because he knew that if it hadn't been for the shock mentioned in the diary, the group of pestering guys would not have left at all. It was just a coincidence, and this coincidence would not have appeared on them.

"Hear." Beckham took a breath of cold air and quickly stopped the fat man from getting up.

"You will die! Let's go together!" Beckham shouted, with an extremely excited expression, and there was already water vapor in his glasses.

"Ha ha, rookie, I'm not a good person. Maybe this is doomed. I can't escape this disaster. Death is the only relief." The fat man said resolutely. Without waiting for Beckham to react, he pushed Beckham's arm away and moved the big stone at the mouth of the hole and drilled out.

The figure of the fat man was sad. As said in the book, Beckham also forgot where he saw it.

He came alone and left alone. Maybe he has no regrets. This is a kind of awareness that people originally have. A big dream.

"No!!" Beckham jumped up, but hit a stone and fell to the ground. He rolled and climbed to catch up with the fat man.

Outside, I remembered the dense "sizzle" sound. With a hula, a large area of shadows gathered from around, forming a cloud, and the air was covered with haze. A slightly bloated figure wrapped his head in ragged clothes and ran away with his arms open.

Beckham's eyes seemed to be bleeding, and his lips had been bitten unconsciously by him. Looking at a large area of ghostly cloud roaring and moving rapidly, Beckham sat heavily on the ground.

Is it over?

Fat people can sacrifice themselves! He can lie to himself and give himself a hope of escape!

Beckham cried.

Although the fat man is a tomb robber, his behavior is much nobler than those crazy archaeological teams. A person's life is insignificant, and compared with hundreds or even thousands of people, it is like water droplets in a cup. But isn't it tall?

Beckham will never forget this back.

The fat man interpreted the world with his own life, and now this world is full of darkness and dirt. Beckham thought that he would not complain about anything, because this is the status quo that a person can't change, and it can't change the selfish and crazy world. This world where darkness and light coexist.

People living in the dark may not be hateful. Night does not hate the dawn, because behind the darkness, it is a reflection. It is because of boredom that this color is reflected from itself.

"I feel that you are quite interesting after a long time. Take this thing. Anyway, you have also been pulled in. Maybe you can unlock the secret. Haha, I have also become a fucking good person! Finally, you don't have to suffer! Come on!" The fat man laughed wildly like a sharp dagger, stabbing under Beckham's heart, and the knife saw blood.

A shining jade pendant was thrown from a distance and fell in front of Beckham without being broken.

Xiaobei sat there in such a daze, with his eyes straight.

No, no, I can't stay here! Fatty, not only for myself, I will definitely solve all this! I want this damn curse to disappear completely! Do you have to obey this whirlpool? No! Grass! I don't care what kind of demons and monsters he is, damn it!

On the other side of Beckham's heart is the last fireworks lit by the fat man with his life, and this gorgeous and grand enough fireworks are about to go out.

Xiaobei's palm blue veins were exposed and buckled into the ground. She stood up and ran to the pool. He knows that the fat man doesn't have much time to exchange his life for, and there must be a way out under this pool!

With a bang, Beckham jumped into the pool, and the cold water stung his skin, which was colder than the cold jade he clenched.

The pool poured a mouth through his mouth, and Beckham, who endured the cough, dived desperately.

The bitter and salty taste lingers in the mouth. I don't know if it's water or tears.

He is like a green leaf, lying quietly in the water, floating lightly into the distance, not knowing the final other side. This competition, either fate or man-made, unfolded completely at this moment.

......

A small river stood quietly in the mountains, and the girl picking flowers appeared in the grass humming a country song, looking east and looking west.

When she walked to the river to wash her face, the expression on her face became solemn, and then she exclaimed.

Because there is a person floating on the river not far away.