The old prostitute was trying to keep herself awake while thinking about this strange stone room.

He sat by the stone wall and looked around, and felt that this place was too incredible, that it was illogical, and that it had violated normal laws.

The old prostitute knew that this place was definitely not a natural formation, because the surrounding stone walls clearly showed traces of being treated, but why was there no exit? Since someone has dealt with the stone wall here, how did the person who handled the stone wall get in and how did they leave?

The old prostitute thought about it and felt that there must still be an outlet, but he and Xiaoyu didn't find it. But the old prostitute felt that he hadn't missed a single stone wall, and he hadn't seen any gaps in the exit, so he was puzzled.

He felt that in ancient times, there was no such unfathomable technology, and it was impossible to achieve seamless connection. Although the ancients had great wisdom in their brains, they did not have the high technology of modern people after all, so if there was a mechanism, it would not be possible to have no flaws at all.

The old prostitute glanced at Xiao Yu next to him, he seemed to be thinking about something, but it must not be a good thing, because his eyes were full of sadness and despair.

The old prostitute reluctantly got up, firmly believing that there must be an exit here, but he didn't call Xiao Yu again, he took care of it with a flashlight in one hand, and walked on the stone wall with the other, almost looking at everything he could see, but he still didn't gain anything.

In the next few minutes, the old prostitute will never forget jì in her life.

The old prostitute said that was a moment of real despair for him. Trapped in an airtight stone chamber, there are no monsters, nothing terrifying. Although his main consciousness didn't want to admit it yet, his subconscious already knew very clearly that he was bound to die after a short period of time, a real death, and this time he couldn't escape it.

The horror of this feeling cannot be expressed in words.

Despite this, the old prostitute still reminded herself that she couldn't give up, and she couldn't admit defeat until the last minute of her life. But this kind of reminder is only stored on the spiritual level, and the heart is completely hopeless, and all kinds of thoughts appear uncontrollably in the mind. Then he began to wander, and suddenly he thought of the happiness he had with the girl he liked, and then he thought about what the girl would do if he died. Will you marry a big money? Or will you marry an ordinary person? Of course, he hopes that someone will marry a big man, at least so that the girl he likes will not be poor all his life. In short, the old prostitute's mind was in a hurry at that time.

Hearing him talk about this, I said in my heart: "You are about to die, and you are still thinking about the girl, and you can even think of finding a big sum for other girls." is really a money-greedy and womanizer, and he is about to go to another world, and Nima is worried about finding a big sum for his woman. ”

I didn't interrupt him and listened to him continue.

The old prostitute said that when he felt hopeless, it was as if he had let go of everything, and he began to be not afraid of death, and he was not afraid of death. He didn't try to find the exit anymore, because he knew that he had tried his best, but he still couldn't find the exit.

Time was consumed little by little, and at the last moment, the old prostitute was almost expecting the feeling of suffocation to appear little by little. As less and less oxygen can be inhaled, a qiē is stretched.

For a while, the old prostitute had a sense of fear of death again, and suddenly became so afraid of death that he cried bitterly, unable to calm down at all, and only had one thought in his head, I don't want to die, I want to live, I can't sleep.

I can understand the fear of the last moment of the prostitute, because I have experienced it, and only those who have experienced it can understand the fear of imminent death.

This sense of fear is innate and not everyone can control it. At first, when death is approaching, I often don't feel very scared, and I feel that it doesn't matter if I feel anything, but when it comes to the end of life, I suddenly feel that life is very beautiful, even if I am looked down upon every day, begging for life every day, I will feel that life is more meaningful than death.

At that moment when she didn't want to die, the old prostitute lost her mind a little, grabbed her head tightly with both hands, and then slammed into the stone wall behind her.

After hitting it a few times, it really worked, and the pain in the back of the head immediately made me feel a lot more energetic, but the pain was too strong, maybe it was hit by a wound hit by a gravel.

The spirited old prostitute glanced to the side and found that Xiao Yu had fainted. The old prostitute used her best strength to drag him twice, but Xiao Yu didn't wake up no matter how much she moved.

The old prostitute looked around, and was so anxious that she was about to cry, and said in her heart, "Exit, where are you?" Where the hell are you?

I was thinking about where the exit was? The old prostitute's eyes saw the hole they had blown into, and suddenly realized something. Hole! Yes, I didn't check the entrance to the cave where I entered, and then I glanced at Xiao Yu who was lying on the side, and said in my heart, Xiao Yu must not have checked there either.

He and Xiao Yu had forgotten the entrance to the cave, neither of them had checked it, and they had been looking for mechanisms on the stone wall, but they had neglected the location where they had entered. When they blocked the entrance to the cave, they were just afraid that the poisonous gas would pour in, so they hurriedly blocked the entrance of the cave, and they didn't want to look at it at all.

The old prostitute thought to herself, maybe the mechanism was there, and the reason why they didn't see it was because they blasted it all the way in, or maybe the outside of the mechanism had been blown up, so they didn't find it. But he knew that any mechanism has a connection point, some are chains, some are balls, some are other things, in short, no matter what kind of mechanism, there must be a connection point. Although the outside of the mechanism has been blown up, there must still be a connection point, and as long as you find the connection point, there is a way to activate the mechanism.

Thinking of this, the old prostitute hurriedly remembered to go to the entrance of the cave, but as soon as she exerted her strength, she felt weak and couldn't stand up at all.

The old prostitute didn't think about anything else at that time, he wanted to live, and as long as there was a little hope, he didn't want to give up. His eyes stared straight at the hole over there, and then he pushed forward, fell straight ahead, and crawled through the hole.

After climbing to the entrance of the cave, the old prostitute hurriedly used her hands to pull the gravel blocked in the hole, and after a few pulls, she saw a copper wire at the bottom of the hole that was less than a centimeter exposed.

This copper wire is very small, and only a few of them are hair-thick. At that time, the old prostitute was already dazzled, and she couldn't see what color it was, and thought it was four or five copper wires. Only later did he find out that it was actually a primitive soft copper.

The old prostitute grabbed the copper wire with her hands, but she could catch it but couldn't grasp it firmly, and she got rid of it as soon as she used her strength, and he had no strength.

The old prostitute could only try to bite with her teeth, but the gravel inside was so full that she couldn't put her head in. He pulled the gravel blocked in it a few times with his hands, but it was too slow, and in the end he really couldn't help it, and hit his head into the gravel, and hit it many times, and he just knocked out a big hole, barely allowing his head.

After he bit the copper wire, he almost used his strength to feed. In the words of the old prostitute, it was the last force of his life at that time.