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However, I didn't dare to scratch that itch. I could only let it scratch my heart and scratch my lungs.

His stamina was being depleted very quickly. One reason was that he had not eaten for a long time, and the other reason was that his mind was being split in two. One survey, the other locked behind me, and I could feel my forehead getting wet. In contrast, not eating and physical exhaustion were secondary.

I don't know how long I climbed for, but just when I was about to collapse, the earth under me turned into stone, and when I first touched it, I thought it was still rippling earth, but the feeling was very similar. But when my entire chest was pressed against it, the cool, smooth feeling through my clothes made me mad with joy.

"As expected …" "This is not an escape. I'm still going in."

I almost realized what I was after — or that I had a task to accomplish in addition to escaping: to find the stone where I was fighting for my life.

I cursed under my breath, hoping that I might see Ike and Achilles inside.

Thinking of the both of them, and recalling Wei Yuting and her intentions, my heart was even more confused. Gritting my teeth, I forced myself to stuff everything into the depths of my brain before continuing to move towards the stone slab with the glowing stick in my hand.

With the stone slabs, things were much easier. Which part of my chest is especially cool. I leaned to catch my breath and touched it and found it was broken.

This piece of clothing was made from two layers, and it was not very thick to begin with. Adding to the fact that it was only a single layer, there was only a single layer of cloth that hadn't been pasted on.

I lay on my side, my elbows and upper arms aching. Especially the joints. I didn't dare to touch them with my hands, but I figured they were worn out and I could feel the warm liquid on them.

Without tools, I could only bear the pain. Fortunately, the soil had completely covered the wound and it wouldn't fester for a while.

I let out a long breath, my arms shaking as I propped myself up.

Fortunately, he didn't need them for his next actions.

I slowly supported myself up against the wall. My legs felt sore just by walking a single step, and I was barely able to move away from the wall.

When I took that final step, I was startled by what I saw.

There was nothing in front of his eyes. There were five-pointed star patterns engraved on the ground, and they were very deep. Using the weak fluorescent light, it created a thick layer of shadow.

But none of this is the point.

My eyes were fixed on the unnatural white. Or red. A large mass of double-layered gauze, completely soaked in blood, was casually tossed to the ground. It was strange and unnatural under the green fluorescent light.

"This is a fucking big deal." I just feel the soreness out of my body. A bloodcurdling fear in his head. I remembered what Wei Yuting and I had sacrificed. What did they die of?

The wheezing and screaming came from the back of my mind.

The blood belonged to one of Ike and Achilles. I took a deep breath. It was possible that both of them were injured, so much so that one of them would be severely injured if his or her HP was consumed to such an extent.

I cleared my mind of the mess of foreign bodies and looked up at the front of the room.

After all, fluorescence wasn't a flashlight, and its penetrating power was vastly different. The opposing side could only vaguely tell that it was a hole, and because of the lack of light, they couldn't even confirm if it really was a hole.

I hesitated, wondering if I should take the risk.

I still clearly remember the previous incident where the Dark Arrows were being used. That was a trap. If this were the case, I would be experiencing the same situation as the owner of the blood on the gauze.

Not to mention that there were two of them, and Arcus had extraordinary skills. I have no doubt that if I were to encounter the same fate as them, I would be even more miserable than them.

This way of thinking lost the motivation to move forward. I sat down, my suddenly relaxed nerves throbbing, and my arms began to ache again.

"What should we do?" I could only say to myself, "Do you dare to take the road in front of you? I dare not. "What about retreating?" I didn't say it out loud, but in my heart, I obviously tacitly agreed. Advancing required courage, and retreating required more courage and strength.

The situation now is that I have none of the things the latter needs.

I smiled bitterly, and my left leg twitched uncontrollably.

I set the light stick down on my lap. It was so quiet that I could only hear my own breathing. There was white light in front of my eyes, and suddenly there was a confusion of black and gray.

With a loud bang, the back of his head smashed into a rock. However, there was no pain, only a warm, slippery liquid flowing down.

His body jolted, and his mind went into a daze. There was another flash, and I lost consciousness.

Immersed in waves of warm drying. As my body warmed, I heard a crackling sound. It was the frequent sound of matches being lit in the TV series, along with a strong sour smell, mixed with one or two weird sounds. It was all distant and distant.

The sound gradually grew louder, from the buzzing of mosquitoes to the rumbling of thunder.

My eyelids felt heavy as lead. At the same time, the back of my head also recovered. The sharp pain made me want to roll around.

"He woke up!"

When I opened my eyes, I saw an enlarged European face. It was Ike.

The moment my eyes could see, Ike's magnified face was removed from mine. At the same time, he felt a cool sensation in his mouth.

"It would be better to drink some water." Ike said in Chinese.

I was almost drowsy and wanted to fall asleep again, but the back of my neck felt cold. A wave of numbness came from above and I woke up almost instantaneously.

Slowly straightening up, I looked at the scene before me.

My head was resting on the travel bag, and beneath me was a hard stone slab. Next to me was another travel bag. The bonfire that was not even half a meter long crackled.

"Don't fall asleep." Achilles said.

Ike, who was sitting cross-legged beside his travel bag, was rummaging through it with both hands when he heard our conversation, "Luckily you woke up. When we arrived, we found you lying there — "He pointed in the direction of my left hand." There was a gash in the back of your head, and by the time we got here, your wound was almost half scabbed. "

I wanted to raise my hand to feel the area where the gauze was wrapped, but I found that my hand was numb and couldn't lift it.

"Why did you guys come back?" I asked.

In my opinion, this kind of dangerous place should only be used once.

Ike curled his lips and said, "This matter is quite long. Your body has not recovered yet. The wound on his head was actually nothing much, it just hurt. The main reason is because your body is extremely weak. " "How long have you not eaten for?"

I wanted to calculate, but realized that I was unable to do so. I could only smile bitterly and say that I had no idea.

My body couldn't move, so I lay on my travel bag, occasionally feeling sleepy. Listen to Ike and Achilles talk in English. The foreign language was a hypnotic, and before long I was drowsy, trying to focus on what they were saying.

I don't know when I fell asleep and woke up again. Ike was gone, except for Achilles. The fire had long since gone out, and when I opened my eyes, Achilles was watching me silently.

I felt a little awkward. I myself wasn't someone who would give in easily. It wouldn't be possible to deal with a person who couldn't hit a fart with three sticks, let alone a foreigner.

I turned my head and saw a pair of black socks lying on the floor. I was speechless, and when I thought back to the superfluous fire and the pungent smell that had triggered my vomiting, the answer was already there.

I can get up easily enough. Without a word, Achilles reached over and took my head and neck in both hands. Then he removed one of his hands from my waist and pulled it back.

I was dazed for a moment, and my head hurt a little, but it was much better than before. When he left me there, it felt soft and not painful. A cursory glance revealed that I was sitting up.

Ike returned very quickly, and the compressed food didn't taste as bad as I had imagined. (This isn't a place for compressed biscuits. I'll eat compressed biscuits later, and I realize that compressed biscuits are really hard to eat.) The taste of the salt was so strong that almost immediately after I finished eating, I reached for a nearby kettle.

The water was cold, and I woke up almost instantly, the smell of disinfectant lingering at the tip of my nose.

Ike ate the slowest. He leaned over and chugged some water into his stomach. Then he wiped his mouth and said, "Come, I'm full. Let's talk business."

With the water, the compressed food in his stomach slowly opened up. However, he didn't eat much; he only felt slightly full.

I told them everything that had happened to me, including what Wei Yuting had been killed in the beginning, how I had encountered a swarm of snakes and heard their voices, how I had escaped, how I had been locked in the tomb with the Egyptian mummies, and how I had crawled up here to see the two bundles of gauze.

I told almost everything, though whether I was doing it intentionally or not I did not know. I did not mention the line "Great Way 50, the Sky Spill Four Nine".

After saying that, I relaxed. It was as though a stone had been lifted from my heart.

In comparison, my reaction towards Wei Yuting and her death was not as good as theirs.

"We're not much easier than you either." Ike frowned, "Although your experience sounds very unfortunate, once you finish listening to us, you definitely won't feel sorry for yourself anymore."

After splitting up our troops, we were immediately met with fifty choices — one for each of us, while Ike and the others were not. One straight path led to the end.

At the beginning, they didn't feel anything, but the two of them continued forward along the path. There weren't any traps, and their movements were much smoother than ours.

"But something happened when we reached the end," Ike said. "That's a cave of snakes."

"Snake Cave?"

"Yes," Ike said, taking a deep breath. "Achilles saw it first, under our feet, thin streaks of black. I thought it was a crack at first, because there are no bricks on the ground, but pure sand."

Achilles' eyes were sharp, and the two men stepped back and turned the beam of the flashlight into maximum format. The distance between them was increased, and he could not help but suck in a breath of cold air.

The ground was covered with dense black lines that were intertwined with each other. The closer they got to the wall, the thicker the lines became. Darkness was the best color for protection, and after he removed this layer of protection, the snake's body that was ten meters away and as thick as his wrist made his feet go soft.

There was no need for discussion. The two of them had already reached an agreement. They lifted their legs and were about to leave.

At this moment, the fearsomeness of Pig's teammate was immediately apparent. Ike's foot made a mistake and pressed down on a bulge. "Puchi!" He felt a sharp pain on his leg.

After saying that, he raises his pants up. I looked over and was stunned.

In my original assumption, there should have been two small holes or bulging pustules, but I didn't expect such a scene.

It was as if a piece of meat had been sliced off.

The purplish-red scars were crisscrossing one another. It might even be said that they were not scars at all. Instead, they looked more like a large scab patch. The eerie shape gave me the creeps.

I asked, "How did this happen? "Could it be that the snake's poison is especially strong?"

Ike shook his head. "No, a piece of meat was torn off."

"What do you mean? Are you kidding? "

Ike sneered. "Where do I get the sense to joke?" He looked at me seriously and said, "Actually, we were all wrong."

"Hmm?"

"To be honest, I can't believe it's a snake."

Ike said.

The characteristics of the snake were very obvious. It had two pairs of teeth, with four teeth in total. The first two or four teeth could secrete venom and cause its prey to lose its ability to resist.

But according to Ike, the large wound was torn off alive.

The verb "tear" scared me and made my heart beat like a drum. He thought back to the scene where he was chased by a group of snakes. I don't know if my luck was good or bad. If I wasn't cut off, then according to the biggest bucket, one bite would swallow all of my skin and all of the flesh inside.

"What do we do now?" I asked. "Have you found your way out?"

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