Listening to his words, it seemed that he had discovered something, but we looked along his flashlight, but we didn't feel anything strange.

Glancing at the drawings in his hand again, I was a little dazed, so I asked, "What's wrong?" ”

Baizhou didn't answer, put away the drawings, and used a flashlight to shine on the wall of the cave on one side, and then said, "Didn't you notice that the shovel prints that were digging the thief hole when we first came in were missing?" If it's still a hole they made, why did the shovel mark disappear? ”

After his explanation, I immediately understood, and immediately approached the cave wall and lit it with a flashlight.

I remember at the beginning, when I entered the thief cave, there were obvious shovel marks around it, and each mark was evenly stacked on top of each other, and it looked like an old connoisseur.

I couldn't help but glance back, and the flashlight also shone over, and at a glance, I didn't know when the shovel mark disappeared.

But I was just about to go back to look for it, but I was stopped by Baizhou, "There's no time to go back now, we must find the entrance as soon as possible!" ”

I thought about it, and it was the same reason, but looking at the flat cave walls around me always made me feel uneasy, as if something was right in front of me, but it was difficult for me to find it.

Maybe it was just a coincidence, and when they dug the hole here, they switched to other, easier tools to continue digging.

Because the entrance is more conspicuous and the risk of digging is very high, they used professional shovels carefully at the beginning, but when they went deep into the soil to steal holes in the back, it was not easy to be found, so they accelerated the plan and replaced them with other tools that were more convenient and would not leave traces.

Although I persuaded myself in this way, the uneasiness in my heart made me keep thinking about the possibility - could there be such a thief hole here?

Or it is inappropriate to use a robbery hole, which is more like a secret passage around the perimeter of the tomb, in order to provide access for the patriarchs of the past generations.

In fact, this conjecture can prove far more things, such as the wasteland that they dug up, what did they do with it?

In addition to the previous distance, it is possible that some of it was transported to other places through this dark passage.

Looking around, we continued to move on, but the light of the flashlight still flickered on the cave wall, intentionally or unintentionally, as if the shovel marks would reappear at any moment.

As the flashlight continued to move, we finally saw the exit, but when we got closer, we found that the entrance of the cave was actually separated.

Neither of us thought of this possibility, and looked at each other a few times, waiting for each other to come up with an idea.

Baizhou was also surprised, walked over and glanced at each of the two caves, and after shining the flashlight into the darkness, he found a shovel mark in a thief hole on the right, while the other side was similar to the cave wall we had just walked on.

"What should I do?" I said, looking at Baizhou, but he didn't answer, and he was a little hesitant, but finally pointed to the thief hole on my right, "Those people have already been here, and there are shovel marks here, which proves that this thief hole was dug later." If the thief hole on the left can go in, they can enter through that thief hole, so why dig another thief hole in another move? ”

I didn't agree with what he said, and looked at the bare cave wall on the left, wondering if it had already existed, or had they dug it out to test the entrance to the tomb.

But after a trial, this thief hole did not work, so they dug another passage.

But for any of the above reasons, this thief hole does not allow us to find any trace of them, because this thief hole with shovel marks was obviously excavated later.

Following this line of thought, we continued to want to go down, but we were still a little uneasy about such a turn.

Those shovel marks disappeared before, and now they appear again, what happened in this distance? When Li Sansi and those people entered the tomb, did they have the same doubts?

They weren't sure if the secret passage here would lead there, so they chose to dig out another way on their own without taking any chances.

Maybe from a probabilistic point of view, we have chosen a path where we can meet them with 70 percent, but if so, what is the remaining 30 percent? Punch, or trap?

Thinking wildly, we walked in this thief hole for a while, and it felt like this thief hole should not be very long.

Sure enough, we didn't go far before we noticed that the pace of the hundred boats in front of us suddenly slowed down, and I whispered to him what was wrong, but the other party just waved his hand.

After a while, he stopped again, and before I could rewind my speed, I almost hit him, and immediately asked again.

The other party turned around and shone a flashlight at me, "This is not the entrance, we are going wrong!" ”

"What!" I was a little surprised because he was blunt and incoherent.

I hurried over and looked in front of him, only to see that the shovel mark on the hole had come to an abrupt end.

The place where the shovel mark disappeared was very neat, as if it had been neatly cut by someone, I leaned over and shone a flashlight on the stone wall in front of us, and was just about to use my hand to test whether the stone wall was the same texture as the surrounding one, but suddenly heard Liu Ran say something from behind.

"Did you hear anything?"

I turned around with Baizhou, and my eyes and flashlight shot into the darkness behind her at the same time, and after it quieted down, we faintly heard some sounds.

It sounded like slow water, but it didn't go as deep as the groundwater, so I was guessing.

But when Baizhou also heard it, his face suddenly turned sideways, "It's not good, quicksand, everyone go quickly, be careful not to touch other places." ”

When we heard him say this, no one dared to stop long, and turned around and ran forward, but in the panic, I felt a soft sound above my head, and then streams of fine sand flowed down from the top of my head.

First it was drizzling, then it was pouring down, and we didn't have time to dodge, we just felt the sand rushing in from all directions like the sea.

Although my speed was already very chaotic, the two people in front of me were still getting farther and farther away from me, and in the midst of my busy schedule, I looked back and saw that the whole cave was full of sand grains.

Although there was no wind around, the sand above my head was able to shake up a large layer of ash, and after coughing repeatedly, I felt as if I had stepped on something, and my body deflected, and I almost fell to the ground.

But when I was about to move forward with my hands on the wall of the cave, I heard two swishing sounds around me.

Under the grains of sand, I couldn't see anything around me at all, and even when I breathed, I could feel the sand in my mouth and nose.

Resisting, I hurriedly got up and rushed forward, but the voices around me continued to sound.

I seemed to have climbed this short hole for a long time, and when I vaguely saw the faint light in front of me, it was like a drowning man glancing at a boat, but several sprints in a row seemed to be a little worse.

I wanted to open my mouth to call for help, but a mouthful of sand was gagged in my mouth, and the sand was bitter and smelled damp, so I quickly closed my mouth again.

After a few mouthfuls, I struggled towards the light, but suddenly my feet slipped, and I felt the sand around me rush towards me, burying me in an instant.

Subconsciously I closed my eyes, and the sand around me was like a rushing stream of water, washing me down a pit and sliding all the way down.

In my panic, I barely opened my eyes, but all I could see was sand, and I groped around with my hands, but I couldn't find a place to scratch.

The crater was bent downward, and the sand around me was constantly pouring downward, and I gripped my flashlight and my backpack with my hands so as not to lose the life-saving things.

On the way down, I vaguely saw several holes, those that looked like rats had made holes, although not big, but very deep and dense.

Some of the sand around me was leaking from there, and I tried desperately to protect my face and slow down my breathing.

After sliding down for a few minutes, I finally felt that my body was light, and it seemed that I had reached the end, but at that moment, suddenly a big bend appeared, and I felt like I had been hit hard against the stone wall, and then I was jerked in the other direction.

This sudden movement was not small, I was unguarded, and my forehead and arm holding the backpack were not lightly hit.

But fortunately, after this corner, I finally saw the bottom, and the moment the flashlight flashed in the sand, my body quickly lost its center of gravity.

This feeling of floating came quickly, and I didn't even have time to control my body, but I felt that after suddenly losing my support point, I threw myself down.

In this unprepared situation, I could only hold my head tightly, no matter what the distance from the ground was, at least to ensure that my head would not be seriously injured.

Soon, though, the feeling of floating was gone, and I fell like sand around me, sinking my feet into the sand.

After falling, I subconsciously looked up and saw that the sand was sliding down very fast, and I had to leave as soon as possible.

But I shook my flashlight and looked around a few times, but I found that there was a lot of space here, and I couldn't see the whole picture for a while.

But I didn't have time to hesitate, I first tugged my feet, and then I tried to break out of it with my hands on the stone wall.

The sound of falling sand stirred my nervous nerves, as if it were leaking gas, constantly evaporating in the air.

The more anxious I was, the more I couldn't use my strength, and as more and more sand around me, I felt my body sinking downward, and the place that had only reached the base of my legs was now buried in my lower abdomen.

The space was shrinking, and I tried to move my body to delay the increase in sand around me, but the sand kept falling overhead.

It was as if my body had been planted in the sand, and I saw that my struggle was useless, and I couldn't use my strength, so I could only quickly dig through the sand with my hands to save myself.

The yellow sand was falling and my body was getting heavier and heavier, and I began to feel difficult to breathe because the sand had been buried in my chest.

In the face of adversity, I have never been able to find the best solution for me, but sometimes, there are situations that I am strangely able to cope with.

I've looked for some common ground between them, but only in rare cases have I found something.

In my consciousness, I will adapt to some familiar things, and the same familiar adversity will also make me slowly adapt.

Familiarity - only by adapting can we make ourselves feel familiar, and only by being familiar with adversity can we find solutions and self-help in them......