topped talking, instead Zhao Ye, the undertaker, spoke more.He kept asking me how the medicine in that glass bottle was made, where it came from, and what ingredients were in it.Only researchers from...I can guess what you're worrying about.

Because we're not archaeologists at all, we're grave robbers. We each have two camels loaded with looting tools. When the police arrive, those shovels won't hide anything from them. Then we'll be wiped out.

Look at me and said, "Do as Yunfeng said, be careful. Once you find something is wrong, give us a signal, and we'll pull you up."

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I nodded, making preparations before moving forward.

We use a type of climbing rope that has an outer net, the kind that high-altitude workers use for wall washing.

Abrasion-resistant, with some elasticity, a rope is roughly 15 to 16 meters long.

Because I didn't know how deep it was below, I tied two climbing ropes together in a death knot and then made a figure-eight follow-through to secure it to my waist.

Qin Xingping, Ba Tou, and Lao Zhang all held tightly onto the other end of the rope. Zhao Xuanyan was at the back; she had the least strength, so I didn't expect much from her. I just told them to hold the rope tight, then began climbing down.

At first, I wasn't used to the feeling of having my feet dangling in the air. I couldn't control my body and it kept swaying back and forth. It took almost ten minutes before I could finally manage to balance myself.

Next, I'll pull on their heads a little, and then loosen the rope.

During the descent, sand constantly rained down from the top of my head, clearly indicating that the structure here was highly unstable.

Two climbing ropes, over thirty meters long in total, nearly ran out. Just as the length was almost insufficient, my heel touched the ground and I reached the bottom.

The opening at the top was small, but the space below wasn't. The walls were lined with wooden boards held in place by sticks. As soon as I came down, I saw Douzi's camel.

The camel was already dead, its breath gone. The blood flowing from the camel was brownish-yellow, somewhat like soybean oil, and it was everywhere on the ground.

Where are the sprouts I opened my flashlight and looked around, but I couldn't see any sprouts at all.

How is that possible So high, the person fell and disappeared.

I called out twice, but no one answered me.

At that moment, I heard the tour guide Lao Zhang calling from above.

"How is he/she doing Did you find him/her"

"Zhang Shu! No one down here!" I shouted back loudly.

"What! Are you looking closely! How could someone so big just disappear!"

I shouted, "Good," and then stepped over the camel carcass into the darkness.

Soon, I noticed something was wrong. There was a pool of blood on the ground, with signs of being dragged. It was bright red, unmistakably human blood.

I shone my flashlight along the trail of blood and discovered a small door.

This small door was less than one and a half meters high, with iron wire tied at each corner. A simple doorknob made of nails and wood was fixed on the door.

"Didn't Old Zhang say this was an abandoned amethyst mine How is there a door"

Swallowing hard, I carefully pulled open the wooden door.mpts before she seemed better.Liu Yushan stroked the mountain spirit's head and said faintly, "Go, bring over the things.""" Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!The mount...