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  Fatso chose a spot right next to the stone wall, with his shoulder against it. He spat and said, "Alright." Next thing I knew, my hands were gripping the steel pipe, my left foot had left the stepping stone, and I was swinging in mid-air. The pipe was swaying back and forth, Fatso's muscles bulging all over, sweat dripping down his face despite the cold environment. He gritted his teeth, pulling on the pipe with all his might, not saying a word. Just as he was about to pull me up, a strange grinding noise echoed through the empty space.

  Pangzi's movements stopped, and I was instantly stiffened. The sound was very familiar, and it instantly triggered a bad memory. Could there still be blood corpses in this place? But I didn't smell that pungent smell. I knew something was wrong, so I immediately shouted: "Pangzi, pull quickly!" Pangzi had obviously thought of the same thing as me just now, so he was stunned for an instant. After my reminder, he immediately started pulling me up.

  At the same time, the sound of grinding teeth was getting closer and closer. Gradually, I also heard a humming noise, as if a swarm of bees were flying over. The sound seemed to be coming from under me. I immediately looked down and saw that in the bright flames below, the dark cliff wall was slowly moving, as if we were currently inside the stomach of some kind of monster.

  And at this time, the stomach is constantly peristalsing and contracting.

  At this moment, I heard the fat man let out a strange cry, and then he pulled my steel pipe down suddenly. My arm unconsciously tightened its grip, and the veins on my arm seemed to be about to burst out. My heart instantly rose to my throat.

  The fat man seemed to have been attacked by something, and he had already fallen over. From my angle looking up, I could only see his head and both hands tightly grasping the steel pipe. His eyes were wide open staring at me, as if wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word. Suddenly, he began to exert force again, trying to pull me up, and just then, I saw someone standing behind the fat man.

  It's that German guy.

  He's still alive, how is he here? The exit has been sealed off, how did he get in?

  A loud noise echoed in my head, and I stared at the German, saying, "What do you want to do?" The German's entire face was pale white, with tiny wounds all over his face, clearly caused by those insect bites. Then, he stretched out his foot and stepped on Pangzi's hand, starting to trample it fiercely, grinding it hard, while staring at me without blinking, a strange smile spreading from the corner of his mouth. Next, I heard him say, "Thanks for bringing me here, goodbye."

  Fatso's forehead was bulging with blue veins, I felt the steel pipe loosen a bit more. If Fatso let go of the pipe at that moment, he could have gotten up and fought the German, but if he did, I would be done for.

  The fat man's hand grasping the steel pipe was being trampled by the German with great force, and had already ground out blood. If this continued, both of us would end up dead. Just for a moment, I calmed down, then I said to the fat man: "Let go." When I uttered these two words, I felt a strange sensation in my heart - I was also going to die in the struggle, and one by one, all the important people around me had died in the struggle; now it was my turn?

  I don't want to die, nobody wants to die, but now the situation is that if I don't die, Fatso will be implicated, and in the end we'll both have to die. As long as Fatso lets go now, he can immediately turn around and fight against the Germans.

  When I say these two words, I even have a sense of relief, as if this is my fate.

  The fat boy stared at me with his eyes wide open, and after a long while, he squeezed out two words: "Fart."

  My eyes suddenly became a little moist, and I said: "Fatty, although you're full of nonsense, with a brother like you, Wu Xie's life is worth it." My hand relaxed slightly. If Fatty didn't let go, then I could only send myself on my way.

  I looked down at the dimness below, what was there? Was it the old nest of radish? Would I also grow on that radish like the blind man's people?

  Fatso saw my movements and suddenly roared: "Wu Xie!" I subconsciously looked at him, only to see his wrist constantly dripping with blood. He said: "So many years have not died, little brother walks away and you die, in the future when little brother comes out, what face will I use to see him?"

  The German stared at us with a cold gaze, his voice flat and toneless, saying "How touching." The fat man turned around and shouted angrily: "Shut up!" The German sneered and bent down to pick up the small flashlight I had placed in the hole, then said word by word: "None of you will survive."

  I saw him cock the gun, and suddenly he was stunned. With this shot, I could almost imagine the picture of Fat's brain bursting, and before I knew it, I shouted: "Stop!"

  The German stopped in his tracks and asked fluently in Chinese, "Do you have anything else to say?" I clutched the steel pipe with both hands, my arms trembling nonstop, panting heavily as I stuttered, "I...I..." I just wanted to stall for time, but now that it was my turn to speak, my mind had turned to mush. The German's impatient frown deepened, and seeing that I couldn't get a word out, he seemed too lazy to bother with me and prepared to attack the fat man instead.

  Fatso was bearing my weight, his wrists were being trampled by the German's foot, he could hardly say a word. I knew what kind of person he was, it was impossible to ask him to let me go. I steeled myself and thought, if we're going to die, then let's die together, Fatso, since you're so loyal, then we'll either live or die together.

  At once, I calmed down and said to the German: "I can roughly guess your purpose for coming here. Now in this place, you can't even get through alone. What benefits will you have after solving me and this fat man?"

  The German's lips moved silently, his eyes fixed on the bronze gate across the precipice, as if trying to recall something. This German had been here before; did he know a way from the past?

  I was shocked and trembling, but suddenly a fourth voice echoed in the cave: "The long-lived person can fly over." Damn it, it's an echo insect. Why didn't it speak up earlier? This little bug is causing trouble at this critical moment.

  The fat man's expression changed, apparently thinking of the same thing as me. The German, upon hearing this sentence, seemed to remember something and stared straight at the bronze door with a ferocious grin spreading across his face. He squatted down and started searching the fat man's body.

  Fatso held his breath and said with difficulty: "Touch hair!"

  At that moment, the cicada was pinched in the German's hand. He stared at it intently for a while, then with a burst of strength, pinched the insect in two. The fat boy seemed to have heard the commotion and cried out: "Hei Zi, I've wronged you."

  My injured leg had almost lost all sensation, and now both arms were trembling. The German seemed to have thought of something because of that sentence, but he just stepped on the fatty's hand without moving his gun again. Fatty and I looked at each other with four eyes, and in this instant, I saw what Fatty was thinking.

  I lowered my head again, the sound of bees flying had disappeared, but the feeling of something crawling in my stomach still existed. It seemed that there were dense and numerous things climbing up. The ring of fire on the cliff was burning vigorously, but the space here was too large, with no top or bottom in sight. Just six meters below my feet, there was a protrusion of over one meter on the cliff wall. If I could jump down now, Fatso would have the opportunity to counterattack, but the difficulty coefficient was too high. Once I made a mistake, what awaited me would be the bottomless abyss.

  But now, if we continue to hold out like this, the fatty and I will eventually be kicked out by the Germans. Rather than dying at someone else's hands, it's better to take a chance ourselves.

  The Germans were still staring at the bronze door, unaware of the exchange of eyes between me and Baozi. Baozi had always been protective of me in the past, but he was a man of measure. At this critical moment, he also understood my temper. Seeing my gaze looking down, he didn't stop me either.

  I and Pangzi couldn't speak at this time, afraid of startling the Germans. I looked down at that place again, estimating the direction in my heart, and then made eye contact with Pangzi, moving my lips to count: one! two! three!

  When I count to three, the fat man suddenly releases the steel pipe, and I also exert my strength, jumping towards that protruding place. These two actions can be said to have started at the same moment, silently and swiftly, taking only an instant, but the thrill is self-evident.

  I was lucky, my position was just right, I saw the person about to fall on that rock, and I was delighted. A thrill of survival had just emerged when my foot touched the ground with a severe pain, my ankle went soft, and my body swayed, and I fell into the bottomless abyss. At the same time, I saw Fatso wielding a steel pipe fighting the German, as my body fell, everything became invisible.

  The tremendous downward force made my heart feel like it was in my throat, and I felt like my soul had escaped. What would be waiting for me? Subconsciously, I thought of that big radish, and suddenly a scene appeared before my eyes - I saw my rotting corpse growing on the radish along with many other corpses.

  The next moment, a dull sound rang in my ears, and I plunged into the icy water. I reflexively closed my eyes, didn't even take a breath, and swallowed a mouthful of cool water. The water had a strange taste that made me want to vomit.

  I was splashed with cold water and instantly came to, saved.

  This cliff was more overhanging than the ice wall I fell into the icy river that time, so when I hit the water, I didn't pass out and only swallowed a few mouthfuls of water before bobbing back up to the surface.

  The surroundings were pitch black, and I couldn't see my fingers when I stretched out my hand. When I looked up, all I could see was a faint orange glow coming from the lamp above, but it was so weak that if you didn't look carefully, it would almost be overlooked.

  I'm floating in the water, unable to see clearly around me. There's water here, could it be connected to the ice river outside? I think it's possible because the distance I fell down is likely to have fallen into an underground river, and this underground river is likely to be the source of that ice river outside.

  As I thought about it, I felt a bit more at ease. Soaking in the icy water, I thought of the fat guy upstairs and wondered how he was doing. After thinking for a while, I felt that my worries were unnecessary. The fat guy had a lot of strength, and when it came to fighting, few people could gain an advantage over him. Not to mention the German, whose body was actually quite weak. Compared to the fat guy, the German was the one who was really in trouble this time.

  If Fatso finishes off the German, he will definitely find a way to come down. He has always adhered to the principle of "living to see people, dead to see corpses". With Fatso's character, no matter what, he will think of a way to come down. Now the most important thing is to protect myself. It's pitch black here, and I don't know what kind of things are around, and that big radish might also be under here. If I'm not careful, I'm afraid that by the time Fatso comes down, I'll really be a corpse.