Underground construction work 70

  By the light of his flashlight, Liao Dongfeng saw that there were many excavation tools scattered on the ground, rusty and unusable. Next to the tools were several incomplete bones, which appeared to be human bones. From the fractured surface, it could be inferred that these people had suffered external impact or savage beast attacks before their death. Upon closer inspection of the wall, he found that the concrete wall and the yellow earth wall met, with the edge of the concrete wall being very disordered. It was estimated that some emergency event had occurred during the construction process, causing work to stop halfway. There were also many bullet holes on the wall surface, which had all weathered into large deep pits.

  Liao Dongfeng struggled to get up, walked onto the cement floor and stomped his feet. Suddenly, he felt an unbearable pain in his chest. He opened his buttons and found out that a small stone had been blown into his flesh by the blast earlier. Half of the stone was still exposed outside, and blood was flowing out continuously. Liao Dongfeng didn't dare to pull out the stone immediately, fearing it would cause unstoppable bleeding. Instead, he looked around for any medicine or medical supplies left behind by the devils, even if they were expired, which would be better than nothing.

  He held the wolf eye flashlight and slowly moved forward, soon the concrete walls around him were also filled with irregular black graffiti. He reached out to touch the black powder and put it under his nose, muttering: "Blood, these are all bloodstains. It seems that something must have happened here."

  As I went deeper, the cement floor under my feet began to get slippery, and the temperature around me also made me feel hot. Under these conditions, if there was oxygen, I'm afraid nothing would be preserved. As I thought about it, a spiral steel welded fence door appeared in front of me, with an iron chain wrapped around the lock. Although it was also rusty, at least it hadn't broken off. In the center of the steel fence, there was a hole that was over a meter high and two to three meters wide, curved inward, which looked like it had been damaged by something big passing through here.

  At this time, Liao Dongfeng shone his flashlight on the ground and saw that there were five scratches on the ground, each about one centimeter deep. These long scratches extended into the darkness, and as he walked along them, iron gates began to appear on both sides. Some of the gates were closed, some were open, and others had fallen to the ground. There were also many scratches on the gates, with a depth similar to those on the ground.

  "What the heck is this? Isn't it a bit too much?"

  After he finished speaking, he walked into one of the rooms and found that there were hundreds of large wooden boxes piled up like mountains inside. These boxes had been painted with oil paint on the outside, so they were not severely corroded, and since no one had intentionally moved them, they still maintained their original shape without collapsing.

  Liao Dongfeng walked around the wooden box behind Chengshan, saw a single wooden box lying in the corner of the wall, and walked up to it. He raised his rifle and used the butt to smash open a gap. At this time, he saw that there was still a layer of oilcloth inside the gap, and when he tore it with his hand, it couldn't be torn apart, showing its sturdiness. Then he took out his dagger and cut a big mouth on the oilcloth, only to see that inside were neatly arranged paper boxes, and inside the paper boxes were shiny bullets.

  "What's the use of giving me so many bullets? The kid's toy and my rifle don't match, it just got me excited for nothing." As he thought about this, he felt like he had overlooked something, and then he thought again: "With bullets, there must be a gun too, a Type 38 Arisaka! Let's go find one quickly."

  After searching around the room, Liao Dongfeng didn't find any rifles except for a pile of wooden crates that he didn't dare to move. He carefully went outside and swung an SVT-40 semi-automatic rifle at a nearby crate, causing it to collapse with a loud crash. The crates shattered, revealing a sea of shiny bullets. Liao Dongfeng felt a bit disappointed and turned around to head towards another room.

  As soon as he entered the room, a strong stench of corpses hit him in the face. Liao Dongfeng hastily shone his flashlight forward, his eyes wide open.

  All that could be seen were corpses piled up against the wall, numbering in the hundreds. The clothes on these bodies were still intact, with some even having Red Guard armbands on their arms. The bodies themselves had not decomposed, indicating they hadn't been dead for long.

  Seeing this, he slowly walked over and squatted down, turning one of them over to take a look. When he saw the emblem on the chest of the corpse, then looked at the face of the dead person, he suddenly fell backward, exclaiming in surprise: "This... isn't this the Xue Zong that I've seen in the hospital? He's always been following Luo Hongjun, how did he end up dead here? Could it be..."

  Liao Dongfeng didn't dare to think about it anymore and hurriedly ran back to the pile of dead bodies to take a look, actually he just simply wanted to know if Lou Hongjun was among them.

  Originally had a wound on the chest, as a result of flipping the dead man too hard, the wound started bleeding heavily. If it wasn't stopped immediately, there would really be a risk to life.

  Covering the wound on his chest, Liao Dongfeng returned to the first room, picked up a pile of wooden boards and lit them, then picked up a bullet and slowly cut it open with the serrated back of his dagger. He sprinkled the gunpowder onto the wound and ignited it, making a hissing sound. Liao Dongfeng was in so much pain that he sweated profusely, but at least the bleeding from the wound had stopped. Next, he would rest for a while before setting out to find his companions.

  Time passed bit by bit, and Liao Dongfeng fell asleep unknowingly. He was indeed very tired, as if he had never been so tired before. The door of the house occasionally blew in a hot wind mixed with a corrupt smell, which also reminded him at all times that he was still in the depths of the treacherous dungeon.

  Also don't know how long it took, Liao Dongfeng suddenly woke up from the nightmare, the image in the dream was so real that it was deadly, and eight sacred objects that overturned common sense appeared one after another. What Liao Dongfeng remembered most clearly was a fire, called Nirvana by the people in his dream, a black flame that turned everything into darkness wherever it shone, because darkness was its light.

  Recalling the black fire in his dream, Liao Dongfeng quickly took out his little red book to look through it and soon found some scattered records about the black fire.

  It is said that the Snow Domain Demon Country once had eight Soul Officials who were in charge of eight sacred objects, one of which was the Black Fire Nirvana. The official in charge of it was named Sading, which means "Control Fire" in Chinese. He left before the downfall of the Demon Country, and the other Soul Officials also left after him. As for the Black Fire Nirvana, the Little Red Book does not mention its origin, only that its light is black, so black that no other color of light can penetrate it, not even the brightest wolf eye flashlight can see anything except the light at the lamp mouth. Moreover, the temperature of the Black Fire Nirvana is not high, as people can approach within half a meter of it. However, do not try to touch it, because once you touch its flames, the flames will quickly spread throughout your body and turn you into ashes in less than 2 minutes.

  "Ridiculous, is this kind of thing still out there in the world? I really don't believe it, but most of the stories my grandfather told me were true, and even the records in his little book have been happening one after another. My grandfather's temper only believes what he sees with his own eyes, could Black Fire Rebirth really exist? If I really encounter it, what should I do?"

  Just thinking of this, I suddenly heard a loud noise coming from outside the door, and it sounded like something had fallen from a high place. Liao Dongfeng quickly got up and hid behind the wall, revealing half of his head to see what had happened, but at this time he completely ignored the burning fire on the ground in the room.

  It was just as his head had barely poked out that a claw with razor-sharp fingernails suddenly landed on the door frame, its sharp nails only a few centimeters from Liao Dongfeng's forehead. If he had poked his head out one minute earlier, those nails might have ended up embedded in his own skull.