One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Fulong Tiankeng" (伏龙天坑).

Chapter 433 The Bumpy Truck, The Nine Pythons Devouring the Heart!

The carriage was filled with the pungent smell of gasoline and the musty smell of canvas.

Feng Baobao felt a little nauseous from being shaken around.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Looking out through the gap in the drafty canvas, it was already completely dark outside.

The wooden plank beneath us rattled and swayed as the wheels rolled over the gravel road.

She tried moving her arm.

My wrists were bound with rough hemp rope, which was quite painful.

Feng Baobao did not cry loudly like a typical little girl, nor did she struggle blindly.

She leaned quietly against the corner of the carriage.

Using the moonlight filtering in from outside, I surveyed my surroundings.

This is a military green truck.

Besides her, there were two guards sitting in the carriage.

One of them was wearing a gray short jacket and a felt hat, and looked like a thug.

The other was wearing a khaki military uniform and carrying a rifle with a bayonet.

He was dozing off against the side of the carriage.

"Mom should be home by now. She must be very worried because she didn't see me..."

Feng Baobao thought to herself silently.

As for the sick older brother in the cellar...

“I spread so much dust, and those people didn’t even have a hunting dog with them, so they shouldn’t be able to smell it.”

Thinking about this...

The little girl's anxiety eased a bit.

As long as her family is safe, she isn't particularly afraid.

Children in the mountains, having witnessed birth, aging, sickness, and death from a young age, are much more insightful than city dwellers.

"Cough cough."

Feng Baobao cleared her throat, deliberately making a little noise.

The man wearing the felt hat immediately opened his eyes.

He placed his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist and looked over warily.

Seeing that Feng Baobao had only woken up and hadn't done anything else, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"If you're awake, just stay put."

The man lowered his voice and warned, "Don't go looking for trouble."

Feng Baobao blinked her clear, big eyes twice.

Instead of shrinking back, she moved half an inch closer to the man, her voice clear and innocent:

"Uncle, where are we going? This road is so bumpy, my bones feel like they're going to fall apart."

The man snorted coldly and ignored her.

Feng Baobao didn't feel embarrassed at all.

She sniffed, as if trying to smell something.

After a moment, she looked at the man and spoke with great certainty:

"Uncle, do you have a sister-in-law who's about to give birth?"

The man was taken aback, instinctively touched his pocket, and frowned.

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"I'm not making this up."

Feng Baobao tilted her head slightly and counted on her fingers clearly as she explained to him:

“You have a strong smell of motherwort and old ginger on you. In our village, only pregnant women drink this kind of herbal soup every day.”

"Besides, when you touched your pocket just now, a piece of red string was sticking out from your cuff. That's the kind of fabric used to sew patchwork clothes for little babies."

The man was completely stunned.

He looked at the clean-cut little girl in front of him.

The slight disdain that had been in their eyes vanished instantly.

The girl was tied to the car, but she neither cried nor made a fuss.

Can you really guess everything about his family just by smelling them?

This keen intuition is simply uncanny.

"You little girl, you have a sharp eye."

The man sighed and lowered his hand from the hilt of the knife.

He poured a glass of water from the kettle and held it to Feng Baobao's lips:

"Have some water. And don't ask any more questions; it won't do you any good."

"I'm giving you some advice because you're young. When you get there, do whatever they tell you to do. Those people are ruthless killers."

"Thank you, uncle."

Feng Baobao took two sips of water from her cup to moisten her dry throat.

She didn't ask any more questions.

Through this brief exchange alone, she already had a general idea in her mind:

Although these people were fierce, they didn't intend to kill her immediately.

Moreover, judging from the man's attitude, they seemed to be only responsible for transportation.

The one who truly makes the decisions is the person who takes over when they arrive at the destination.

"Since you're not killing me, then I must still be of use."

Feng Baobao leaned back against the corner of the carriage.

Close your eyes.

I began to close my eyes and rest peacefully.

……

I don't know how long we've been bouncing around on this bumpy road.

As dawn broke.

The truck finally stopped.

"get off!"

A few harsh words of Japanese came from outside.

The tailgate was roughly pulled open.

Feng Baobao was half-lifted and half-carried down by the man in the felt hat.

The moment his feet touched the ground.

Feng Baobao sensed that her surroundings had undergone a tremendous change.

This was no longer the forest she knew.

The unique fragrance of grass and trees in the air was completely blocked.

There was a pungent smell of sulfur and exhaust fumes.

She looked up and glanced around.

What appeared before us was a huge, oppressive natural sinkhole.

The walls are steep cliffs on all four sides.

Like the gaping maw of an ancient behemoth, it confines this world within.

Bottom of the sinkhole.

A rushing underground river emitted a deep rumble.

The river water is not transparent.

Instead, it presents a thick, milky white color.

That was "dragon's saliva" formed from the rich spiritual energy of the earth's veins.

This place was originally considered the most auspicious site in Taoist feng shui, known as "Nine Dragons Embracing a Pearl".

The vitality is inexhaustible.

But at the moment.

The scene before me, however, is a bizarre combination of industry and Shintoism.

The towering ancient trees on the outskirts have been completely cut down.

They built cold bunkers, towering searchlights, and heavy machine gun emplacements.

Most shockingly, nine pitch-black chains, each requiring several people to encircle, forcefully pierced through the rock walls of the sinkhole.

The original "Nine Dragons" earth veins, which were connected end to end, were forcibly severed.

And directly above that milky white dark river.