Chapter 4 of Part 1: Secret Passage, Narrow Escape (8)

  At this time, the swirling vortex looked even more striking, with countless sparkling water columns descending from the sky like a magnificent scene. I thought that the sound of accumulated water I heard in the underground tunnel might have come from these water columns. After a while, the water column gradually weakened and finally disappeared. However, I found that those vortices swirled up to the Mongolian-style building on the opposite side. Jin Douzi and I exchanged a glance, and something flashed through our minds.

  Those wooden sticks in the cave just now.

  Yes, I should have thought of that earlier. The thickness of those wooden sticks and the size of the concave holes are almost perfectly matched. It's possible that people left those wooden sticks behind and carved out the concave holes on this cliff wall in order to reach that "Mongolian yurt" above.

  "Rozego, do you remember those wooden sticks from earlier?" Jin Douzi suddenly said. I slapped him on the head again and said, "You little guy really aren't stupid."

  After finishing, he hastily ran towards the underground passage, and finally had some hope in his heart. Jin Douzi rubbed his head with one hand, cursing me with his mouth, while following closely behind me, rushing quickly inside.

  Once a person has a goal, even a small universe can burst forth. I recall that just half an hour ago we had only walked this route, but this time it took us only ten or so minutes. Panting and out of breath, I ran to the pile of wooden sticks, picked up over a dozen, and then turned back again. The first time I didn't pick up too many, fearing that my guess was wrong and I would waste my energy.

  When we turned back, the two of us were already panting, and at this moment, my stomach suddenly called out loudly, followed by Jin Douzi's stomach also calling out. It seemed that it had been a day without food, thinking of this, I glanced at the wild chicken standing next to us with its neck raised.

  "My goodness, this guy really has a spiritual nature, seemingly understanding the meaning in my eyes. He leaned over to Jin Douzi and whispered something, Jin Douzi hastily picked up the wild chicken and said: 'This... you can't have any ideas about eating it.'"

  That wild chicken let out two "cack cack" cries as if it had received approval.

  I swallowed my saliva, a faint smile appeared at the corner of my mouth and I said: "Look at you, where did you think you were going? You're also considered one of my smoking buddies, how could I bear to part with you?" After saying this, I swallowed my saliva again, and Jin Douzi cautiously held the wild chicken even tighter.

  It seems that if I continue to hit this wild chicken, Jin Douzi will have to fight me to the death. I might as well try these wooden sticks quickly. If I can make it to the "Mongolian yurt" on the other side, there may be food inside. Just looking at the plum blossoms won't quench my thirst.

  I had Jin Douzi pull on my waistband, then carefully made my way to the edge of the platform, found that platform, carefully inserted the wooden stick, then used another wooden stick to gently tap it inwards, and pressed it with my hand to make sure it was secure before standing up. At this time, Jin Douzi handed me another wooden stick.

  I moved my body forward one step at a time, stepping on the wooden stick. It was indeed sturdy enough to support my weight. On the slant above this stick, I found another depression and gently removed the attached moss. Following the same method as before, I inserted the stick into it.

  This absolutely belongs to high-risk work, we fixed dozens of them like this, the wooden sticks we just took out were all used up, we retreated back, and Jin Douzi ran into the tunnel very consciously. At this moment, I suddenly heard a cry from Jin Douzi in the tunnel, my heart sank, could it be that the groundhog we saw earlier had rested and caught up with us? Thinking of this, I threw away the remaining half cigarette and rushed towards the depths of the tunnel.

  Jin Douzi only shouted once, and then disappeared. I ran with my heart pounding in my chest, afraid that if I encountered the giant Di Gui again, all my previous efforts would be in vain. Perhaps it was because I was too anxious, so I ran extremely fast. After about ten minutes, I finally arrived at the original place where the wooden sticks were piled up, but there was no sign of Jin Douzi in front of me. I wanted to shout, but I was afraid that if I really shouted, Di Gui would attack me again.