Daomu Biji

I heard a lot about it in Changsha, and I was immediately confused. After listening for several minutes, I decided that this was it.

I understood it in an instant, and my heart said, holy shit, is this the little flower? Xiaohua is trapped in this ball of hair?

Thinking about it, it must be like this. If there is a monster here that can sing flower drum opera, then I might as well just kill it. But, then, what was that thing that was knocked under this iron plate just now? And how did Xiaohua become like this? Did he get tricked? Did these hairs grow from his body or something?

I looked at the iron plate, looked at the ball of hair, and decided not to worry about it yet. I waited calmly. The thing seemed to have seen it and put down the hammer and stopped hammering.

As soon as I calmed down, the coldness of the whole cave came through my bones, and the feeling of desertion suddenly appeared, a bit like the feeling when I walked out of a disco. I felt a little funny for a moment, so I had to grit my teeth and hold my breath. He waited until the ball of hair slowly walked to the opening of the stone room and stopped.

Big clumps of hair were blocking the entrance of the hole. Goosebumps stood up on my face. I swallowed. Then, I saw a stick sticking out from the hair. It was handed to me and waved. Pointed to the side.

I recognized that it was the one Xiaohua used to fly over the walls, so I looked along the stick and saw him pointing at a depression in the rock wall on one side.

That depression was huge, bigger than the others, and there were several others of similar size on the side. I walked over and saw a strange thing inside. It looked like it was made of iron. I glanced at the hair and saw him shaking his stick, signaling me to hurry up.

I dug out the iron mass from the depression and found that it was extremely heavy. When I shook it open, I saw that it turned out to be an iron coat.

All parts are connected with iron plates and fish skin, with a layer of dried oil on top that can be torn off just like molted athlete's foot. I tore off the skins and found that the contents were quite well preserved.

I looked back at the thing again, and he waved his stick again, as if to tell me to put it on.

Well, I thought to myself, things went from scary to downright hilarious in one fell swoop.

It took me a lot of time to study the iron suit, but fortunately it was not particularly complicated, so I put it on with a lot of effort. The corrosion inside was much worse than the outside, and there was a very strange smell all over the face. Moreover, this thing actually seems to be completely sealed, without even eye holes.

It was dark in front of me, and I didn't know what to do when I felt a pole poke me outside the iron jacket. I raised my hand and grabbed it, and he pulled me and started walking. In the dark, I felt like a blind man being led in one direction by a stick. Soon I knew I was walking back into the passage.

Then walked over to those hairs.

The iron clothes were unexpectedly heavy. I couldn't even stand up without trying my best. I understood that the slow speed was actually out of necessity. Fortunately, this weight represented the thickness of the iron clothes. Chinese people like this solid feeling of porcelain.

After entering the passage and walking up to those hairs, the soles of my feet felt very uncomfortable. However, because I wore solid iron boots, I felt extra confident when I stepped on them.

Stopping and going, the rhythm was always controlled by the stick in front of me. After walking for more than half an hour, I felt that the feeling of hair under my feet disappeared and I stepped on the rocks again. Then I felt the gravel start to appear and we were back at the entrance.

Still unsatisfied, the stick continued to lead me forward until I crawled out and began to hear birds chirping outside, and realized that I had reached the entrance of the cave.

The smell in the air changed subtly. It was the smell of rocks, jungle and mist. The stick stopped moving forward. I took a breath and wondered if I could take off my iron clothes now. At this time, I heard several very strange sounds. An unpleasant voice: "Are you stupid or naive, for making me walk here and back again?"

The sound was like that of a person who smokes a cigar a day. I moistened my throat and found that I could also make a sound. But maybe it was a matter of lung capacity. I even replied that I didn’t understand it.

I heard him continue: "Take off your helmet."

I leaned against the wall of the cave, then used all my strength to take off the helmet, and a feeling of wakefulness came over me.

Sure enough, we arrived at the entrance of the cave. There was a bright moon in the night sky outside the cave, casting a cold silver light on the cliff and the trees growing outside. The guy from Chengdu hasn't come up yet, but he saw a rope shaking tautly on one side, obviously he was working hard.

That ball of hair was just opposite me, lying on the ground, looking like a moldy winter melon, which was a bit funny. I cleared my throat, spit, and then I spoke clearly, and asked: "How did you do it?" What's the matter, how did you get such virtue all of a sudden?"! ~!