C6

There was a scuffling sound, like the sound of stone hitting stone.

I was stunned. Half of its head had already stuck out from the body. The smooth surface appeared in my eyes. My stiff face was reflected by the fluorescent light.

It took him only a few seconds to get from a statue to a stone Transformers. Before I could even catch my breath, I had already turned around and ran down, holding the fluorite stone as I ran. The insect tide had retreated and reassembled, so I didn't dare run towards the place where the fluorescent stones were scattered. The place that was too smooth was not good for me, and I didn't dare run too far away.

I found a corner of the wall and leaned against it, gasping for breath. The thing was like a zombie.

I instantly saw how long the leg was, almost half as long as the upper half of my body combined.

I roared in my heart: "It doesn't look like this at all! It is almost two meters in length already! Who are you trying to fool!"

But no matter what I thought, the thing just stomped down. I was hoping to fall down the slope and get smashed to pieces, but it didn't work out. The gods obviously didn't hear me. Just like that, it valiantly and proudly walked down the mountain.

All I could think of was death. He felt pain in his heart as he looked at the thing in his stomach that did not have a single bit of fluorescence flickering in and out of the weak fluorescence.

Hm …? Wait? No fluorescence?

I stared wide-eyed at the fifty to eighty thousand yuan of mummies that were originally gone. In a short moment, they were 'held back' by the black bugs like floodwaters. Then, there was a series of 'chi chi chi' sounds that made one's teeth ache.

I was dumbstruck. Then I noticed that the creature was shrinking in size and couldn't move a single inch. Almost all of the bugs were heading towards it, circling around the fluorescent light on the ground.

I wish I could laugh at the sky! The heavens never forsake one!

When the thing had been "destroyed" in half, I jumped out of the joy of yet another failure, and when I thought about it carefully, I knew that it was my "unnecessary action" that had helped.

I was stupid enough to hit that thing in the stomach with the glow stick. I melted the stick in my hand, but at the same time I did one thing — I hit all the glow sticks in its stomach that the bugs would be afraid of.

I could almost imagine what this body and the burglar alarm in this room were.

This thing, not to mention anything else, just standing up would probably scare a group of people to death. Even if this thing didn't die, using it to burn someone with a gun and cut them with a knife (I've never tried anything except the last one) would probably be of no use. The glow stick in his stomach would make the first line of defense here — the Golden Beetle would avoid this killing machine.

The excitement in my heart is indescribable!

This was a historic discovery!

I was suddenly interested in the black liquid. It could make the beetles retreat, and at the same temperature, it could solidify from liquid to solid. What was this!?

However, no matter how interested he was, he could only put it aside.

My mind was in a state of confusion for a moment before I came to my senses. Right now, the most important thing was to get out. And the hardest part was going out.

I patiently swept my gaze over the four walls, looking up and down. After hesitating for a moment, I decided to verify my previous thoughts.

There was always a source for that pool of black water. It couldn't possibly be as self-sufficient as an infinite rocket. Since he had appeared from below, there must be space below.

Thinking this way, I was a little afraid to make a move. Who knew what the situation was like now. What had happened so far was beyond my comprehension, there was no reference. If the bottom of the pond were to be filled with such black water, wouldn't I be finished if I were to dive in abruptly?

After all, he couldn't afford to play himself to death.

I thought about it for a moment, but I still didn't have the courage to move the coffin. Given that it wasn't my only option, my instinct to avoid it prevented me from taking the risk.

I thought for a moment, then put my hand back on the wall.

The mummies were almost finished, and the black water had already entered the beetle's stomach.

I felt sick. If the beetle was the dung beetle, and what it ate was feces, then this strange black liquid would be …

Stop! I hit my forehead, held the glow stick, and walked into the Insect Tsunami, picking up a few others.

Perhaps it was because the glow sticks had gathered that the beetles around me avoided me. I was completely wormless, exposing the polished floor.

Taking advantage of the dark green glow, I bent down to look at the ground.

There were a few deep gouges on the ground, forming a circular arc. There were also a few lines extending out from the gouges.

It was neither Mayan nor hieroglyphs.

I took a deep breath and walked along the curve of my feet, holding a huge green light bulb.

Step by step, my foot firmly planted on that line. When there was nowhere to go, I looked up.

Beneath the high table with the coffin, a dark hole appeared in front of me.

The hole wasn't big, but if I bent down and tried to compress myself, it would be enough for me to pass through.

I fell into a fit of ecstasy, but it didn't last long.

Only a fool would go in there like that.

How could I not have the slightest impression of such a large hole before?

Let me recall. He really couldn't remember if this hole had appeared or not. In my mind, I walked along the four walls. Logically speaking, I wouldn't be able to see such a big hole if I was blind.

Think about it... I took two steps back and reached out my hand as I did so, holding the glow stick close to the mouth of the cave.

"Hmm?" I don't know if it was my imagination, but the black circle actually expanded a little.

I rubbed my eyes. After the silver stars twinkled, the black had disappeared without a trace.

"It is indeed fake." I smiled bitterly.

Then there was only one.

I looked up at the empty coffin on the dais.

He could only carry the coffin.

Because he had some confidence, he was able to walk more stably. I walked up slowly. The black liquid in the empty coffin had already solidified into a layer of black, smooth hard surface, perfectly blocking the two openings.

I heaved a sigh of relief. It wouldn't be a problem if the black liquid kept flowing. After solidifying, the smell was even stronger, so strong that I could barely breathe. Holding his nose, he walked around the coffin and kowtowed to it in his heart. Then, he kicked the coffin!

The stone platform and the coffin didn't connect very tightly. However, the coffin's quality was not light. It only shook a little before it stopped moving.

I didn't use my full strength, but I had a rough estimate. He put the other glow sticks at his feet, the other two in his pockets, his hands on the coffin, and his feet on his side.

I didn't push it. It was the easiest way to fall and the most thankless. The angle I was looking for was closer to the longer end of the coffin. According to the direction that the mummy was lying at just now, it was the coffin.

I thought to myself that if the liquid-filled doll had the wisdom to die of anger, whether it was ancient Egypt or China, this "head-hanging coffin" would be a great disrespect to the dead. If the head didn't touch the ground, the soul wouldn't move, but would only swim in the Black Room and disappear inside the coffin.

"This person is such a miserable person." I spat on the ground, stuck my hands on the patterns on the coffin and began to use strength.

Perhaps it was because of the angle, or perhaps it was because I had been working in the fields for too long and had carried too much weight with me, so this coffin wasn't able to resist. I moved it away, little by little, to reveal the ground below.

"As expected!" When I saw what was really under the coffin, I almost shouted, "It's here!"

It was a deep groove, or hole, like an upside-down ledge being taken away, and below it was the darkness of darkness.

This scene looked a little strange, but in this kind of situation, my only thought was that I might be able to get out. As for the danger, I could let it go for now.

I was excited, and my body was full of energy. The stone coffin seemed to have become lighter.

Just a little more.

"Go down!" I kicked the coffin and almost fell off. "Fuck!"

What was going on!

I staggered and steadied myself. I took a deep breath and calmed my pounding heart before looking at the culprit.

My shoe print was printed on it, perhaps because of the accumulation of too much dust, and my foot kicked up a cloud of dust.

Why is he no longer moving? I took a step forward and looked down, and when I saw it, I almost lost my breath.

"You must be crazy." "What the hell is this?"

Even though I was cursing something, I knew very well that it was a trap.

What mechanism? I pulled out a glow stick.

A stone mechanism like a horizontal folding boom. The two wide, thin arms were connected by a large circular millstone made of stone.

He could only vaguely see this. As for how to link them, he couldn't even see it clearly. The three items were all polished to an extremely flat level, and there were even some patterns on them … Hm? Pattern?

The heck! What pattern!

It was black liquid that was already filled to the brim with grooves and was still continuously flowing out.

I looked down at the mechanical arm. There was a small hole, and black water was gushing out of it.

My head felt like it was about to explode. Without much time to think, I immediately poked the glowing stick in my hand into the hole. "Puchi."

As soon as he entered the water, it seemed as if he had measured it beforehand. The round hole and the glowing stick were just the right size. There was no gap at all.

I didn't dare to be careless and stuffed it in again. Before he even let out a breath of relief, he saw that the fluorescent light had changed its shape and was now lying on the ground. The black slender figure inside was already struggling to come out.

The heck! I wish I could slap myself to death and make your hands cheap!

This fluorescent light would melt upon contact with the black water. Didn't I already experience it once before the mummy came back to life?

The little snake inside had already begun to writhe, and the area below the black water had presumably completely melted.

"I don't care!" I wanted to trample the snake to death, but the area had turned to stone. The snake did not know how it managed to do it, but it was like a fish back in water.

If I stepped on this f * cking hard, the snake would probably be alive and well, and my shoes wouldn't be able to protect themselves.

Goddamn, I cursed under my breath. Looking at the black spring that was still sprouting from the beach, why the hell aren't you solidifying?! At the most critical moment, he would f * * king drop the chain!

How the f * * k did he escape?

I didn't have enough time to think about it. Who knows how much of that black liquid it was, or what kind of thing it was. It didn't look easy to get along with. Besides —

The glow sticks I had left beside me had gone completely limp in the black water and were bubbling.

[I can't even f * cking deal with a snake, and how many at a time?]

After a moment's thought, I tilted my head to look at the black hole. No black water came out from it. What did this mean?

This meant that he might not die if he went in!

I hesitated for a moment, but I still managed to land a foot on the internal slope and didn't fall down in an instant.

There was actually a similar decrease in speed as the one on the stairs outside?

My other foot had also stepped down.

At first, it was slightly downwards, but the downward pull only lasted for a moment. It was like walking to a gentle zone.

I was pulled a little by gravity, and then I was smooth again, which I could not fail to feel, as if I had broken a corner, and I had crossed the top of one steep line to another.

"He's really f * cking evil." I touched the other glow stick at my waist and, after a moment's hesitation, pulled it out and held it above my head.

All my things had been thrown out. The only thing I could use was the tomb itself.

I smiled wryly, not knowing what to make of it.

Along the way, I stood at a high place to pass through without any pressure, while at a low place I had to crawl on my belly to get there. At first I wondered if this passage was one of the escapes dug by the unfortunate "buried" craftsmen in the Chinese mausoleum. However, when the fluorescent light clearly shines on the skid proof zone on the ground, I knew that it wasn't.

This place was filled with dirt and not stone. Dust had also fallen into the grooves, so which craftsman would still be in the mood to make markings after his death? More importantly, even though the path is very smooth, I can feel that they are gradually descending. There is still a way to escape?!

This high and low must have its uses, but I don't know.

As I thought this, my heart began to itch again.