The Dead Zone: Maya Stela - C53

I didn’t know what to say. Old Song said, “Let’s go.”

In front of him was a large gap. From above, he could see that there was a bulge on the ground and a black humanoid shape on it.

I shone it over and over, but I couldn’t tell if it was a pile of human bones or a skeleton beneath it. Master Song took out two claw hooks from my bag. He pressed them close to the cracks in the green stone beneath my feet, then used both hands to grasp the rope and began to climb down.

I kept an eye on the place where the hook and nylon rope were tied. The place where the hook was held was divided into two parts.

I waited anxiously, waiting for the rope to shake violently. Song Ping, who was in charge of lighting, waved at me, “We’re here.”

Following my example, I sent Song Ping, who was tugging on a rope with one hand, down to the bottom of the pit. When Elder Song saw me coming down, he waved his hand, signaling us to walk towards the raised stone platform.

My eyes were fixed on the stone platform. I could only make out a rough outline with the light from the flashlight. It was indeed a humanoid shape. If there was still skin on it, it would be as thin as a bag of bones. Under this atmosphere, the sound died down involuntarily.

I held my breath, waiting for my heart to start pounding, and then I took another deep breath.

Taking a closer look, all that entered his eyes were black fragments. The area of the package extended all the way to the part of the stone platform that was surrounded by depressions, and was then surrounded by a ring of high walls.

Song Ping felt his heart itch. He took out a tool from his bag and was about to attack. I remembered that I also had a box of my own in my bag. I was about to take it out when Eccentric Song said with a frown, “Don’t touch it.”

Old Song scoffed at our desire for knowledge. “What do you think is underneath? can make you all move freely? ”

I think so too, what if there’s a corpse puppet below? But what exactly was this layer of black? Or was it really a corpse that had been weathered?

Song Ping’s head was almost touching it. After carefully examining it, he said, “This is carbonized rice.” He did not dare to stretch out his hand.

“Carbonized rice…” “Is this the adult form of the rice heap, or …”

“This is a skeleton. The inside and outside of the skeleton are filled with rice.” Old Song said leisurely, “The skeleton carved on the door just now — it’s recorded in the drawing.”

He was probably referring to the murals on the ceiling when he first came in. I couldn’t help but smile, and Song Ping retracted his head.

His head was still tilted upwards, this sneeze was too loud, causing Eccentric Song’s expression to change. After pulling us back a few steps, just as I was thinking in horror about whether I was going to extort a corpse, I suddenly saw the rice puddle start to shake, and my heart thumped loudly. Oh my god, the corpse didn’t sit up, and before we could even breathe, a hole suddenly opened at the bottom of the stone platform.

Although the mechanism was revealed, we were not anxious. It was a wooden loom with golden threads still moving on its surface. “Permanent motive?” Quick, dodge it! ” Sir Song grabbed my arm and flung me to one side, causing me to stumble, as if I had been struck in the heel. Fortunately, my boots were thick enough, but I couldn’t get rid of the feeling. I was startled when Eccentric Song started to run in the direction of the rope, scattering my arms. I immediately ran after him. When I lifted my foot, I almost fell down. I tripped over a thin thread and was about to step over it when two threads of silk fell across my foot.

This speed is astonishingly fast. I opened up my legs to jump, but I was unable to reach that speed. I tripped on the road several times, wanting to step on those lines. A golden light suddenly pierced by my neck.

I was stunned. My legs were caught off guard and the golden silk threads caused me pain. I didn’t know when, but the threads had already wrapped themselves around my ankle three times. It seemed as though they had a will of their own as they tightened. In my heart, I tried to pull it off immediately, but unexpectedly, the moment my fingers touched the thread, a hole opened up in them, and the thread immediately started to twist violently, wrapping itself around my finger, the wound started to hurt as if there was a mouth trying to suck my blood from that small wound. The loss speed was so fast that it made my fingertip go numb. If I pull it out forcefully, the wound will be extremely painful, but I can’t care about that anymore. I knock my elbow forcefully against it, and a large ball of thread is flung to the side. After the inertia, it doesn’t fall down, but just stands there.

The pain in my wound intensified, and a scorching, tearing sensation spread to my brain, as if a large chunk of flesh had been bitten out of a shallow wound. I pressed lightly on my finger and felt a sharp pain.

I didn’t care about that. It had already taken me a few seconds to loosen the thread on my hand. My feet were tightly bound, but I wasn’t bitten. There were also threads on my legs, but they were all parallel to each other. Song Ping’s hands, which were wrapped in gauze, had almost turned into golden dumplings. The screams that continuously came out of his mouth made my scalp tingle. I knew that this thing was very powerful, so I reckoned that he even had thoughts of death on his mind right now. Old Song had already reached the wall, but he jumped back to pull Song Ping along. His legs were also tightly bound.

F * ck! I tilted my head to avoid the golden threads shooting from my ear. Luckily, there was only one side. If there were both sides, I might as well f * cking wait for death.

I cursed in my heart as I felt my body getting tighter and tighter. My upper arm was also being strangled. I was gritting my teeth, wondering how Song Ping’s sneeze could be so powerful. But then, I suddenly stopped shooting and the sewing machine returned to its original state. There was a sudden movement behind me.

“Clang clang clang!” A rhythmic sound came from behind me, like the sound of a weapon striking the ground. I immediately turned around to look and felt like fainting.

A one meter tall purple spider stood on all fours, its tiny eyes cold and inorganic. Its abdomen was connected to three golden threads that dragged on the ground with its mouth wide open. Four pairs of scythes, with spikes on their joints and red lights on their tips, and dense black hair on their bellies which were as straight as needles, caused my fingers to unconsciously move, but my fingers knocked against the hard object in my pants pocket, causing my two elbows to suddenly pop out. The golden threads were unable to loosen their grip, and they cut through my thin autumn clothes to the point that was close to breaking my body.

The spider seemed to see my intention, and two sharp knives immediately stabbed towards my head, the military knife slicing through the golden threads like tofu. I was constantly using both my mind and body to dodge the spikes, and just as they were about to pierce through the back of my left foot, my boot had a hole in it. It pierced through my foot and the sole of my shoe, and with a ding sound, it landed on the ground.

My left foot was stabbed right through, and I could feel my stocking soaking wet and the pain in my foot. The saber in my hand had cut through all the golden threads. I bent down to cut my foot and looked at the spider distractedly. Just then, I felt a wave from above my head, dodging half of my body, but I saw that the spider was motionless, and there was no sound of the spike hitting the ground. I was startled. Don’t block the light! ”

Naturally, I did not dare to move, and just as I was in this position, the thread on my leg was cut open, sweeping it to the side, then spinning it in a circle to the side. Elder Song was holding onto a flashlight, his arms firmly held up in the air, and I quickly cut off the rope on Song Ping’s body, then supported him as we ran to the side of the rope. I was stunned. Eccentric Song had already pushed me out, his left sleeve was cut in half, and a large chunk of flesh was torn from his shoulder blade. The spider seemed to have caught a whiff of the delicacy as it frantically moved towards me. Lifting its two front blades, how could I dare to be careless? Eccentric Song’s foot turned backwards and the sword blade he dropped smashed onto the ground. I jumped onto his back with spikes sticking out from the side of his shell.

This thing had gone completely mad, but it couldn’t poke me in the back. I tightly gripped the shell to prevent it from throwing me to the ground, and I only felt the world spinning around me. Not daring to relax my grip on the dagger, I abruptly pushed it — —

Half of my arm was smeared with pus, but the front part of the spider’s body was as soft as a layer of skin. I tried my best to stir it up with my knife, only feeling a few violent thrusts before I lost my breath.

I did not dare to be careless. The spider did not move and I stirred it within the head, only to see its eight legs suddenly stabbing twice, not moving at all. After lying on the head for a long time and confirming that it was dead, I wobbled down.

Old Song had a gaping hole in his left shoulder. Apart from the fact that he had lost a lot of blood, Song Ping was fine. His blood was squeezed out of his body and not injected into his body like I did. When it came down to it, I was the most miserable.

Eccentric Song used one hand to support the rope to climb up and retrieve my bag. After wrapping it up, I couldn’t wear my shoes anymore, so I just sat there and didn’t move. The spider seemed to be the only living creature in the area (although I didn’t know what it was eating exactly), after all, the attack area was really huge, and even if there was anything else, it wouldn’t have been very powerful. I sat by the wall, Song Ping had water in his bag, and I had cans of canned food and compressed biscuits in my bag.

Old Song told us that this kind of creature that had stayed underground for too long had a high chance of not getting used to strong light, and even falling into a short period of stillness.

“Why does it sound like a frog?” Song Ping chewed on his biscuit as he said, “But I have never seen anyone of such size…” “Why don’t we drag the corpse out. It might be a big discovery.”

I didn’t know how to reply, so I could only listen to his whimsical imagination. Old Song snorted and said, “Don’t even think about it, do you think this is the first time you’ve discovered something like this? It’s just that you don’t know. ”

There was a look of astonishment on Song Ping’s face as he said,

Do you think this is the first time you’ve seen it?” You still think that this thing can cause a sensation? Not to mention being a sensation, it was something you couldn’t say! Since ancient times, the underground was a place that the living should not be involved in. When we first started this business, we had to sign a confidentiality agreement before we went underground.

“Aren’t you that thing …?” How did it become archaeology? ” I wondered.

“Archaeology?” Old Song looked at me strangely. “I’ll tell you about it in the future.” At that time, you can’t tell others about this, so you might as well follow. Underground is not a place where strangers should go. ” He repeated himself and then looked at Song Ping, “Since all of you were sent down this time, it means that the next one to take over from us will be you.”

Song Ping looked surprised, “Ah?”

“What ah?” Old Song exclaimed. “Why are all of you so dumb? Let’s talk after we reach the ground.”