C27

I swept the flashlight at my feet. The dust particles were clear, and the light from the flashlight was so bright that I couldn't see it clearly.

Something didn't seem right. I gave up the flashlight and switched on the light on my watch. The pure white light shot out diagonally.

"Red." I was stunned for a moment, then took another look at it, and it turned slightly earthy again.

I'm not sure what to make of it.

His focus was on my arm, and just a glance at it made him freeze on the spot.

"Say something," I urged him.

"Run." Before he could finish his sentence, he shouted loudly and released my left hand that was still knotted. He pulled my right hand and pulled me up.

The two of them still had their luggage on their back, so why did they grunt when they stood up with their hands on the ground? After that, they pulled me away without saying a word and started running.

As soon as I moved my legs, he shook them off. Confused, I asked as I ran, "What's wrong?"

Why didn't he answer me? He slapped his hands back and forth with a sullen expression.

I was confused, so I followed beside him and also looked back. It didn't matter, though. His scalp began to go numb.

The surface of the ground was raised by an inch. The densely packed copper colored insects' bodies were like tiny cotton threads that drilled out of the ground and swayed back and forth. Just like a hair that was too long, it was being blown by the wind.

It was simply impossible for a bamboo shoot to grow this fast!

"I'm fine!" My feet gave a thump and I almost fell back. However, it was just a little bit.

I held on to my chest, which had been frozen by the shock, and threw my bag in front of me. I searched through the bag for a mosquito repellent spray and sprayed it on my hands.

I also have this bottle in my bag, but I can't take it out. He said, "Wait a minute." Then he pulled out the bottle from my bag and put it in my hand.

The two of them sprayed at each other. The smell was refreshing, but it was also very heavy. A faint smell of the six gods spread in the air.

I sprayed it all the way down to his feet. A few thin threads crawled out of his pants and fell to the ground with a clatter. He wriggled to find his way to the ground.

Beneath his feet was a bluestone slab that extended upwards from here. Just now, I almost fell to the ground and knocked against the stone slab at the intersection with the pure land.

"Six Gods …" I smelled the familiar smell and felt reassured.

"Have you seen that nematode before?" "No." "He should be making sure that he is gone, so what do you mean by that? He looks like he just survived a disaster." The ground was moving, and I thought there was something down there. "Why?" "No," I smirked. Some novels read too much, and when they see red soil, they start to get scared.

"You said the color of the land is different?" Why thought for a while and said, "It should be bugs." It wasn't going to come out directly. There might be a section stuck to the ground, a section stuck to the ground. We've been sitting here too long. He had been fine the whole way here. It's a good thing you discovered it early. "

The traps here are from the Eastern Han Dynasty, so the bugs should be around the same. There was no flashlight at the time. Using a torch would not be enough to discover the mystery on the ground.

What do you mean, "here is this bluestone block, which at least means that the road ahead isn't a dead end. We can't go back later, we can only go forward."

The insects on the ground had not yet subsided, and the snakes deeper in still did not know what was going on. Even if they were all safe and sound, how could we go up that road that was smashed by pillars?

Just thinking about it gave her a headache. Compared to going forward, it was much more realistic.

Everything was still to be decided. Neither I nor anything else had acted rashly. The bugs in the back had already moved back (or shrunk), and we were staring at the slate in front of us.

Not to mention the fact that there was nothing underneath the stone slab, just the seven black holes on both sides of the wall determined that the rest of the road had to be prepared.

The reason was that he wanted to use the bag to explore the road as he had before. In the end, he had given up. After all, this is not the way we went before. It is completely different from the way we went before. The biggest difference is — we don't have a way out anymore.

Whether it was the word kun or the path he had walked before. If we wanted to, we could always retreat. At most, we could just turn the situation around and try to break through again. However, it was different this time. Needless to say, it was breached.

Without a doubt, if there was any mistake, without the contents of these two bags, we definitely wouldn't be able to get out.

You might not be able to get out with a bag, but you definitely wouldn't be able to get out without a bag.

What do you mean by starting to rummage through the bag again? Food doesn't move, medicine doesn't move, weapons don't move.

Old rules, retractors.

I watched him poke a pole into the ground in front of him.

In front of him, there were seven holes on the two sides of a stone board. The eyes of the two were as black as a demon's as they coldly stared at the space between the two holes. There was no doubt that once someone stepped on it, there would be no good result.

What did it mean to be ruthless? The pole was very hard, and even after being forcefully poked, it still bent. The very tip of the pole kowtowed on the ground with a ding sound.

He didn't know if the force was too small or not, but the holes on both sides didn't react at all.

We were all disappointed. Just as he was about to retract his pole, three "ding ding ding" sounds were heard.

There were three black needles about ten centimeters long on the ground. The needles were very thin and sharp.

The two needles struck the ground and one of them even hit the pole. However, it did not pierce through and it bounced off.

"…" "…"

"How vicious." After a while, what was the meaning of this?

I agree.

The weight of the pole was incomparable to that of a human being, but even so, needles would still shoot out, and the main thing was that the fucking thing wasn't shot down from above.

We were on both sides of the line before, but we really didn't notice...

However, to be honest, it was much safer to send out the message from above than from both sides. According to this accuracy.

What did it mean to have retracted the rod? With the hardness of the rod, it didn't leave any marks, but the color of the face of the rod darkened.

I looked closer. The pole was originally silver, but now there were some black and red scraps on it.

I thought about the black needles. "Rust?" "Don't worry about it. Shall we go?"

Shaking my head, pull me back and immediately hit the ground with the pole again.

"Shua shua shua!"

"Dang, dang, dang, dang, dang!"

Six sounds could be heard as the arrow hit the limestone opposite him and bounced off.

I was amazed. I was really convinced.