Chapter 300 The Man in the Cocoon The Monster Hunting Manual records the experiences and knowledge of more than ten generations of descendants of the Mao family.
Some are personal experiences, while others are just observations or hearings. There are many types, detailed or rough.
Most of the rough records are just mentioned in passing, while some detailed records will be followed by comments and additions by latecomers.
Probably the ancestors who wrote down their deeds in this book never expected that in the future world there would be such a person as unlucky as Yin Xiu. He would encounter all the things they had never encountered in their lifetimes.
What's even more unfortunate is that the description of Tufutu in the Monster Hunting Notes only ends in a few lines.
There is no record of their specific appearance, origin and habits, or even how to deal with these tufutu.
"Whether you are human or demon, you will die as long as you are bombed!"
Taking a deep breath, Yin Xiu ran at the front and threw a few talisman papers towards the front. The moment the talisman papers left her hand, she pinched out another sword formula. Several bright sparks exploded and gravel flew. .
In the smoke and dust, first Yin Xiu, then Chun Dai, Li San, Ma Xiaoyu, and several others filed in and ran straight to the source of the crystal veins! Instead of returning the way they came, it would be better to rush in and survive.
On the rock wall, those vague shadows paused for a moment, and then slowly moved again. They looked like rafts on the water. Although they were stagnant, they were moving slowly.
Although Tufutu starts slowly, it moves through the rock wall very quickly, and vague "rivers" appear in the rocks.
As Yin Xiu expected, these tufus only closed a section of the rock wall. They used their own body fluids to change the properties of the stone, causing the rock wall to "grow" for a section, blocking the passage.
But even though the few people moved quickly, after running forward for a certain distance, the next time Yin Xiu threw the talisman, after a few sparks went out, only a few potholes appeared on the thick cave wall.
The bottom of the pit is still stone, rough and cold, like a layer of frost.
Yin Xiu turned around, and saw that the previously unsealed tunnel had become "full" unknowingly, and was tightly closed. Just like the front, a rock wall blocked the passage, cold and cold.
The four of them were completely transformed into insects in a cocoon at this moment, isolated from the outside world.
Yin Xiu tapped the rock walls with her fingers, but there was no response. It was obvious that this was a real stone, a mountain rock, and not some kind of illusion or disguise.
After he stopped, there was another gurgling sound from the rock walls, like bubbles, or like the laughter of the Tufu Tu mocking the four of them.
Haruyo and Li San obviously heard these noises, and their faces turned pale.
At this moment, they have determined that the four people here, whether active or passive, have fallen into the trap set by Tufutu and cannot escape.
Yin Xiu was not as depressed as the two of them. She just sat on the ground calmly with an indifferent look on her face.
While sitting down, Yin Xiu casually uncovered the talisman paper on Li San's body, and the latter immediately felt that the blood on his back had resumed circulation.
Li San looked at Yin Xiu in confusion.
Yin Xiu glanced at him, "Now that I'm letting you go, do you think you can escape?"
Li San looked at the surrounding rock walls. The shadows of the Tufu Tu were slowly moving on the rock wall, like squids surrounding a school of fish, waiting for an opportunity to move.
He was very sure that as long as he dared to use earth magic to drill into the rock wall, these monsters would eat him up like fish that saw food.
After all, his skills are only as good as those of a three-legged cat among Qi Practitioners. If he is not careful, he will make mistakes and get stuck in the wall or unable to get in.
At this level, it is almost impossible to escape from the attack of these monsters.
Sighing, Li San sat down slumped, leaning his head on the wall, silent.
Although Yin Xiu was also sitting on the ground, he was not as depressed as Li San. He was just sitting, recuperating, and calming down to think.
Seeing Yin Xiu like this, Ma Xiaoyu knew that he had his own plans, so he naturally sat down next to him.
"I used one of the three talismans I bought at Arms Li last time at the Hongmen Conference, and there are two left. If necessary, I can use them all here."
Yin Xiu grinned, "Don't waste it so much. These mud-headed bastards may be more anxious than us."
"Oh?"
Ma Xiaoyu looked up and saw that the surrounding rock walls had indeed become thicker and narrower without realizing it.
"They're not just planning to trap us to death?"
"Ah."
Yin Xiu nodded, "According to the records in the monster catching manual, these earth Buddhas are afraid of light and fire, so miners often use kerosene torches to drive them away.
That just shows that these guys are not just hiding in the rock wall forever. If they are always hiding in the rock formation, what kind of flame can burn through the rock wall and hurt them?
From another perspective, if their magical powers were so vast, they would definitely be able to squeeze the miners to death, leaving them no chance to see or use fire.
Maybe at a certain moment, such as when they want to eat, those tufus will break out of the ground and take human lives. "
When Chun Dai heard this, he suddenly became enlightened. When he looked at Yin Xiu, he no longer just looked at a martial arts master, but with a hint of admiration for his "comeer". "I used to think that you were just good at fighting. As for your brain... Oh! I don't mean to be stupid, but because you can solve everything with your fists, so you don't need to spend a lot of time using your brain. That's what I mean.
You are indeed a first-class smart person when it comes to harming and scheming others. You have a keen sense of smell and intuition that others cannot achieve in their lifetime. "
Yin Xiu glanced at him and said thoughtfully: "Why do I feel that you are not praising me?"
There were also two pear dimples on Ma Xiaoyu's face. "As long as there is a chance to have a fight instead of being suffocated to death, I feel that being trapped is not a big deal."
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Uncle Ming and Po Lan sat on the left and right sides of the sacred table, each thinking about things.
The two of them stayed up there, partly to monitor the movements of Crystal Mountain, and partly to provide backup.
After all, they have no idea where the Crystal Mountain leads. If everyone goes down, if something happens, no one will be able to support them.
After pouring out two cups of scalding black tea, Lan Po opened the lid of the teapot and gently moved the steaming tea leaves into the trash can with a tea spoon.
"Uncle Ming, according to our rules, you are a young man, so you should make tea for me."
Uncle Ming snorted coldly, "That's the rule in your southern Fujian area. In our place, whoever is the master will make tea. If others rush to the master's seat to make tea, they will be said to not understand the rules. .”
"Oh? You also obey the rules?" Lan Po raised her eyelids.
"Tsk, who do you think I am? I can block people and kill people by myself, and kill Buddhas when I block them?"
Uncle Ming said that he was not polite, picked up the tea cup and took a sip. The unique rich aroma and bitterness of Southeast rock tea rushed into the mouth, leaving a refreshing fragrance.
"Speaking of which, when I was young, I had an encounter with a hermit from underground.
At that time, the situation on the ground was not as difficult as it is now. Prices were rising, rents were rising, everything was rising but wages were not rising.
Oh, by the way, the patrol police back then didn't seem to be as vicious or vicious as they are now.
So at that time, only those with abnormal minds went underground. Who stayed underground among those with slightly normal minds?
As for the hermit, he is a very smart person with some brain problems. He once told me some things about Wu Jian, but I have almost forgotten about it.
There is only one thing I remember clearly. He said anything could happen underground.
Maybe half a person suddenly appeared out of the soil, with half of his body outside and the other half in the soil.
Or when you are walking, the road behind you suddenly disappears, and the boulders seem to come to life, grow legs of their own and run away...
There are all kinds of strange things, so no matter what happens that is difficult for you to understand, you have to believe that it is not that you are crazy or delusional, but that this is the fact.
No matter what kind of visions you have, they are all happening before your eyes. You cannot escape and there is no need to question. Only in this way can you survive underground, otherwise you may become a monster before you die. madman. "
Lan Po exhaled a breath of hot breath, "Oh, what a scary place. If that hermit is still alive now, he must be very young, right? Living in a place like that, you will inevitably get rheumatism."
"He has no chance of getting rheumatism."
Uncle Ming put the cigarette butt in the ashtray and took out another cigarette from his pocket to refill it.
"Think about it, the people who came down from the ground, the other world, the world under our feet, how strange it is!
Our brothers and sisters were all young people at that time, and they were very curious. They pestered him all day long to talk about underground things, and drank and ate with him.
A few people even followed him on several secret trips to Wujian. Every time they came back, they said they had met many things, including sapphires bigger than their heads, natives speaking a strange language, and a giant red snake with scales as big as the palm of a hand. , the more you say it, the more exaggerated it becomes.
Later, I asked the hermit, and he only said that the ground was completely dark, and nothing could be seen. The only things that could be touched were rocks and mud, and there was nothing else. How could there be so many strange things. "
As he spoke, Uncle Ming couldn't help but laugh and exhaled a few puffs of smoke.
"Oh, by the way, I said he had no chance of getting rheumatism, right? In fact, it's not like anyone killed him. It can only be said that everything was destined.
The monk said that he hid underground because he had given himself a decree saying that he was averse to water. If there were ponds and reservoirs on the ground, he would be easily drowned. But underground, there was not even a small stream. Naturally, there is no such concern.
But one day, some of my senior brothers drank with him late. They were afraid that the road would be too dark for him to go back, so they left him to have a midnight snack while we went to the bathhouse to take a bath.
As a result, as soon as he dipped into the pool, for some reason he only said that he felt something was pressing on his chest, he couldn't breathe, and he died. "
After Uncle Ming finished speaking, he laughed twice and put out another cigarette butt.
The sparks in the ashtray flickered like eyes that couldn't sleep.
(End of this chapter)