I am afraid that part of the reason was that the body was in a state of extreme hunger at that time.

In such a state, the fastest healing speed of the Heavenly Divine Stone was not brought into play.

Now that I have eaten and drunk enough, it is estimated that the time of this treatment will be shortened a lot.

After sitting on the ground for more than six hours, I could clearly feel that the heat flow of the Heavenly Divine Stone was constantly repairing the damaged parts of my body at this time.

After these six hours, it seemed that the results of the treatment were better in the twelve hours when I was unconscious, and the pain in my body had been relieved a lot.

Although some of the injured bones are still somewhat deformed, compared with the previous pain, it is not completely unacceptable.

"Whew!"

I slowly opened my eyes, and during this break, I thought that the whole thing that happened after going to the grave was going through my mind, and the more I thought about it, the colder my hands and feet became.

In retrospect, there are so many things I have encountered in the tomb, this tomb is terrifying, and I am afraid that the overall construction area is much larger than the previous tomb of King Yan Zhao.

Even if such a scale is placed in the king's tomb, it can be regarded as the top batch.

Seriously, it's all a fluke that I've survived so far, but if one of the joints goes wrong, or if I'm a little unlucky, I'm afraid I'll have nine lives in it.

There were even many cases of inexplicable escapes, and even I didn't know what was the reason for escaping from these dangerous hands.

But now, it should be almost over!

In any case, I have been wandering around this tomb for seven or eight days, and no matter how big this tomb is, it should be almost at the edge.

The two burial chambers I have experienced before have proved that I am walking in the wrong direction, and according to my calculations, I should be able to leave this tomb in less than a day!

Thinking about this, two points of light suddenly flashed in my eyes, and I staggered to my feet, and walked towards the tomb little by little.

The injuries I received before were so severe that even now I am not in good shape.

It is estimated that it will take a whole day for the injury to fully recover to the extent that it does not affect movement.

But for now, I can't stay here for too long.

After all, this place belongs to the underground, and the oxygen for activity is very limited, although some of the tombs have ventilated structures, but many of them buried in the yellow sand have lost their functions.

This place is already on the verge of the end of the tomb, and it should be a very long distance from the inverted bucket where so many people go down to the tomb, and it is not easy for oxygen to rush here.

The more this happens, the more we can't afford to delay.

This time the tomb path didn't seem too long, and after walking for less than twenty minutes, I saw a hexagonal space in front of me.

I came out of one of the sides of the hexagon, and when I stepped into this space, my eyes suddenly froze.

It's like a burial chamber, but it's not a burial chamber.

Except for the one I came in, the other five sides were all stone doors, and they all looked very thick.

Each stone door is about three meters high and five meters wide, and it completely supports this piece.

The shape and structure of these five doors are very similar, exactly carved out of a mold, and there is no trace of the texture on the surface, as if I have seen such a structure somewhere.

My brain spun rapidly, and while I was thinking, I walked quickly towards the stone gate.

Bang bang bang.....

I knocked lightly on the stone door, and the sound of the knocking on the stone door in front of me was completely solid.

Immediately I came to the other stone gates, and after some knocking, I stood back where I was.

The sound of knocking behind the five stone doors was all nearly solid, and it appeared that behind the stone doors were filled with something.

I don't know why, after contacting it, the inexplicable familiar feeling became stronger and stronger.

It was at this time that a flash of light suddenly flashed in my mind, and then the five stone doors in front of me overlapped with a certain picture in my mind.

The picture gradually became clearer, and what appeared in my mind was the content of a page of the book.

If I'm not mistaken, I've seen the structure of this type of mechanism in a book of different chronicles.

This is supposed to be a kind of sand burial mechanism, and the back of the five doors is connected to the outside world, only one of which is a raw door, and a passage is set up under the regeneration door, which is connected to a large space somewhere below to store sand grains.

Only when the stone door is opened will the sand on it fall into a certain storage space inside the tomb.

As the sand and gravel continue to pour in, the passage continues to appear.

As for opening the other four doors, the sand will immediately pour into the space I am in, almost in minutes, and I will be buried alive in minutes.

There are many such mechanisms, and they are very impressive in my mind.

In my daily life, I also like to read books like this, hoping to help a lot when it is critical.

Especially when it comes to things like traps, I think there's more to them than anything else.

After all, in a place like the tomb, the possibility of encountering a mechanism is far greater than the possibility of encountering a vicious evil.

Not all tombs will encounter some evil, but it can almost be said that every tomb that can be used has a mechanism in it!

It was precisely because of this that I was able to remember it in this moment.

After a moment of silence, I took out the compass from my pocket, since it is a life search, then it is natural to use the compass to identify.

It's just that it's now in the deep desert, and it's underground, so it's a little difficult to recall the location and changes at that time.

When it comes to the hexagrams, it must be connected with the route traveled, so as to ensure that the final calculation reaches an accurate point.

Although the needle on the compass can discern the direction of the moment, it does not record the change of these many directions when I came.

I sighed a little helplessly, but this is the way it is, and there is no other way.

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