Chapter 782: Sleepy

It's a trap!

It's just that at this moment, the only thought that flashed through my mind, but I didn't make the slightest movement, how did the mechanism activate?

Could it be that Huang Hua touched it when he was groping? This is a problem.

At the moment when many thoughts crossed my mind, I had descended several meters based on the speed of the regression around me.

Until the moment I landed, my whole foot went numb, and the top suddenly felt like something was sealed.

It all happened for a split second, and it didn't make much noise, but in such a short period of time, it put me in a complete predicament.

The walls on all four sides can be said to be completely sealed, and the top is also completely sealed, and the current location can be said to be a secret room.

My face is not very good-looking, this is supposed to be a complex mechanism for the purpose of sleepiness, which can trap people firmly here until they are completely starved to death of thirst.

But I always felt that something wasn't quite right, and it all seemed a little too coincidental.

The area of this mechanism is not very large, and each floor tile can be said to be very small, and the area of 9x9 is not too large.

Why did it happen that this mechanism was under my feet?

Don't.......

At this moment, a glimmer of possibility always flashed through my mind.

Huang Hua may have done it on purpose...... It's a terrifying possibility, and to be honest, I don't think in the same direction as I do.

If that happens, I'm left alone.

But even if I don't want to think about it in this direction, it seems to be too much of a coincidence.

And...... Ever since I arrived in Huangyan Village, I have always felt that Huang Hua is hiding something, and this feeling is extremely strong.

But if Huang Hua did it on purpose, there are some things that don't make sense, along the way, Huang Hua has too many opportunities to start, and even sometimes he doesn't need to do it himself, just need to open one eye and close one eye, and he can easily take my life.

However, this is not the case, and the two can be said to be very contradictory......

My brow furrowed terribly, and my brain was in a state of complete incomprehension at this moment, but after a slight exhalation, I looked around.

The walls around it are completely sealed, and the edges have all been polished to make a descending design.

The surface is very smooth to the touch, and there is a roundness close to jade.

I sighed slightly and looked at the top.

"Mr. Huang!" At this moment, my whole body let out a wild roar, and the sound echoed in this space for a moment.

But it wasn't as loud as I expected, and it was as if something was always absorbing my voice, and there was no way for it to travel far.

Since I heard it myself, it wasn't that loud.

After perceiving this, my face almost became extremely difficult to see at this moment.

The materials that make up the walls around them seem to be somewhat special, even far exceeding the sound insulation materials that can be synthesized by modern techniques.

It's more like a special kind of metaphysical method......

My whole heart gradually sank, and if that's the case, don't think about any support for the time being.

In such a bizarre and strange place, the strange disappearance of my companion is probably me, and I would not spend a lot of time looking for it.

Because this is so inefficient, let alone another possibility that comes to my mind at this moment.

The surrounding walls are relatively smooth, and there is no way to provide enough friction to support the climb.

I gently pinched the knuckles and knocked them all over the four walls, and the sound of the tapping was strange, it sounded like some very special material, not an ordinary stone wall.

Due to the particularity of the material, the feedback from the sound is also very vague, and it is difficult to distinguish the specific thickness of the wall sticker, and there is no way to distinguish whether it is hollow or not.

I slowly pulled a bottle out of my backpack and rubbed it around the edge, the remaining alcohol immediately smeared on my fingers.

I could feel a chill on the top of my fingers, and then I let out a deep breath and pulled a folding pickaxe out of my backpack.

I've looked at the walls around me, and there aren't any mechanisms that can be activated, but since the ground is sinking under my feet, there must be a mechanism room along the way.

Although it is impossible to tell the thickness of each wall due to the special nature of this material, it is not difficult for me.

Just keep digging down with the pickaxe, and there will always be one side that will connect to the subsequent mechanism.

This was ready, and the alcohol that had been applied to the tips of the fingers was to test how airtight the upper seals were.

During intense exercise, the oxygen consumed will show a geometric surge, and it is necessary to ensure that the entire space is not completely airtight.

It was with this in mind that I had just started working.

Only one-third of the heat flow remaining in the body remains, but for ordinary people, this body function is still at a very exaggerated level.

I swung my pickaxe high and quickly smashed it against a wall.

"Khooth!" A sonorous and powerful metal sound, followed by an unusually hard texture transmitted into my palm, and my entire palm was a little numb.

I let out a slight sigh, the walls were far tougher than I had ever imagined, but not yet completely indestructible.

As a result of this chiseling, I could clearly see that there was a shallow pit in the wall, and although there was a large mark on the folding pickaxe, it was nothing to me.

I also have two spare pickaxes in my backpack, and it only takes a certain amount of time to smash through the wall in front of me.

The supplies in the backpack are relatively abundant, and the airflow is not completely closed, so time is not too important to me.

I haven't broken free yet, but a smile on my lips is already showing a win.

In such a situation, it is really not a crisis for everything I have encountered before.

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