According to the diary, the narrow passage of less than 100 meters contained no less than 30 traps. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

But fortunately, this is not a death invitation for tomb robbers. The diary also wrote in black and white the method of passing through the trail, the method is very simple, and it is also an upright conspiracy - if you want to pass the trail without touching the mechanism, you only need to put some blood and pour it into the mouth of the blue-skinned beast head on the wall.

After pouring blood, the beast's head gagged softly, and then it steamed out like boiling water, and finally the green skin of the beast's head was covered with a layer of blood, and the steps were completed.

After processing, the whole trail is still calm.

But this is not the other.

At this time, Xiaodao had already withdrawn all precautions, and he was safe and sound along the way.

This method seems simple, but it has a fatal flaw, and this shortcoming, I simply cannot overcome.

I and the soldiers were marching in the exact opposite direction.

To put it bluntly, that's-

The beast's head isn't on my side at all.

I thought I couldn't do anything about bleeding unless I had enough blood to drown all the way through it - until it drowned the beast's head.

Looking at the narrow but still able to complete a set of broadcast gymnastics, I was speechless for a while. Not to mention that after my blood is released, even if you add ten more me, it is impossible to flow all the way...... Of course, a hundred may still be a bit promising......

Or is there another way?

I've heard that the blood in the carotid artery can soar high, so if I aim at the head of the green-skinned beast who doesn't know where I am, I draw my sword and kill myself......

Hiss......

I shook my head, stopped my bohemian mind, and began to think about it.

If...... Ma Chengcheng is here, what will she do?

Taking a deep breath to stabilize my mind, I began to look at those journals again and again.

His gaze narrowed.

I only know that there will be traps in this narrow passage, but how can the owner of this diary write down the approximate number of traps in detail, and how to get through the level? I had already guessed in the corridor behind the golden mirror just now.

Under this big village.

There are also people.

What is the connection between these two things?

It was as if the thick dark clouds that had obscured the moon had been torn open a tiny gap, and the sporadic moonlight shone on my face, but it was still far from the extent to which the mouth had suddenly opened. I had a vague sense that Ma Chengcheng's disappearance would not be so simple, and that it was probably related to the sound of footsteps at the end of the hallway. Maybe she's not missing, but she's been ...... Kidnap?

It is a little bit of a fire after all, and I am still in the clouds, I don't know why.

Putting this matter aside for now, I continued to ponder the trail.

When these soldiers came here, they fought alone......

My eyes lit up.

What if this soldier is not simply alone? Could it be that there are others with them?

I thought of the standing cadre, his hands held flat, and a black line on his wrist connected to the horn of the hedgehog. At that time, I was in a hurry to find a way, and I didn't think too much about it, but now that I think about it, how do I look at this move, but there is an evil spirit.

The corpse barely stood on the back of his hand, which could be explained by the fact that he had the handle of a knife in front of him, but what about the flat hand?

I think of the straight string.

Maybe it was the rope that pulled the corpse's arms up?

I also remembered a detail.

Neither on the wrist of the corpse nor on the horn of the pig, the black string had no knots. Because I love to watch the wilderness to survive, Bei Ye will emphasize the importance of knots almost every time, live knots and dead knots, all kinds, this back and forth, I will subconsciously pay attention to the knots when I accidentally see them. I remember very well that the black string had no knots at either end.

I remembered that when Ma Chengcheng tied the tail of the ox with a black thread, she clearly tied a dead knot, and it seemed that the problem was not on the string, but on the tethered man.

There's a lot of hidden here.

I looked at the path in front of me and didn't dare to take a step.

Cautiously raised his phone to look around, only to see a pile of things in the depths of the path. Just wondering what it was, I got a foot.

Corpse.

This is the body of the soldier who died.

I was shocked, and while silently chanting something strange, I turned my phone to the other side......

It dawned on me how to get through.

When you're late, what's the best way to get into the classroom?

There is no back door, only the front door, the teacher is very strict, he will deduct points when he sees you being late, and your only chance is to sneak in between his board books - however, there is no vacant seat in the front row, and the teacher's board is not enough time to support you to walk to the empty seat in the back row and sit down, how can you secretly display the warehouse?

The answer is yes.

You take advantage of the teacher's board to read, face the door, and retreat into the door.

When the teacher turns around, you make a gesture and walk out the door......

"Who told you to leave early?! Get me back and sit down! ”

The teacher's angry shout can't cover the corners of your mouth after the conspiracy succeeds.

The plank road is repaired in the light, and the warehouse is in the dark.

I had an idea.

Although I don't have a clue about this pathway, looking at the corpses in the hallway, it also shows one thing - corpses don't trigger the mechanism.

As long as I can disguise myself as a corpse...... Afterwards...... Passing through the trail couldn't be easier.

I stroked my beard with confidence, my heart was slightly relaxed, and I said secretly, Ma Chengcheng, this time it's my turn to save you!

So how do I get this mechanism to think I'm a corpse?

I frowned slightly.

The first problem is to find out how the agency identifies the intruder.

The perception of the human body by ancient organs is certainly not as colorful as that of modern times. I thought about it for a moment and my eyes fell to the ground. Don't...... Is the induction of this trail due to gravity? It's a pity that there is nothing around me to practice.

Sighing slightly, I squatted down and rubbed my legs, a little melancholy.

What's next?

The dark path was as quiet as ever.

I got up and was ready to think of something else...... It was dark in front of me, and I knew that I had gotten up too violently, so I quickly reached out to hold on to the wall around me—a greasy and slippery feel frightened me to retract my hand at once. I shook my head, desperately trying to wake up from my dizziness as soon as possible, but my body was really weak, and it took me a few seconds to see everything in front of me.

The hands are greasy and sticky, and when you smell it closely, there is a fishy smell, which is difficult to say, and there is a faint fragrance in the fishy smell.

I held up my phone and shone it against the wall.

A pale human face was embedded in the wall, and as I held it up, the left side of its cheek fell off, and the sticky white flesh was clinging to the white skull, and a piece of rotten flesh slowly slipped down its eye sockets......

I believe that this must be a real person.

The lights began to flicker.

Because my hands were shaking involuntarily.

When I watched the New Water Margin a long time ago, Song Jiang killed Yan Poxi in anger, and when Zhang Hanyu, who played Song Jiang, stabbed Yan Xijiao to death during the dispute, his hands trembled as if he had Parkinson's...... I realized how realistic the performance was, and my hands trembled so much that I couldn't stop.

Looking at the rotting faces on the wall, I groaned in my heart.

In the beginning, when I went down the stairs to the path, I took it for granted that the place under the stairs was not a mechanism, so I didn't pay much attention to the walls on either side.

It's just that......

What if this area is already in the trap?

I used my phone to sweep around.

On the wall are dense human faces, with friendly expressions, but all the epidermis on the face has been waxed, as if it is covered with transparent oil. I crouched down and wiped my hand on the ground, trying desperately to convince myself not to pay too much attention to it, when suddenly there was a slight burning sensation in my ankle. I looked at my grease-stained right hand, gritted my teeth and pulled it open.

It's the left foot.

The original blue-black slap mark had faded, and now it was a red mark half a finger wide, like a thick red line.

I had a vague feeling that the red thread seemed to have something to do with the untouched mechanism. Thinking of the woman who dragged me down from the bottom of the village, and another woman who gave me the bottom, I suddenly had a premonition: they should have no ill will towards me.

I tucked my pants back into my socks and hesitated before deciding to walk straight ahead. I decided to take a gamble, and if I didn't guess wrong, the mechanism would still not be touched on the rest of the road.

Trepided, step by step, until the soldier's body was located. Sure enough, it didn't work for me. It may be in disrepair, or it may be inextricably linked to the red mark on my ankle, but my most important task at the moment is to keep going. I need to get out of the underground space of Dazhai and find someone to save Ma Chengcheng.

I walked past the corpse without squinting, and I thought to myself that something strange was strange. I don't know why, Yu Guangli always felt that this corpse was very small, and I found out the reason after I didn't take two steps. There was a dry corpse dressed in military uniform lying in front of him, but it was just ...... It's only half.

It turned out that this soldier had died so heroically.

I couldn't bear it.

At the same time, I also wondered from the bottom of my heart, why were the two halves of this corpse close to two meters apart? After a few more steps, the phone shone in front of me, and a very bright light came from the top of the hallway.

It was a long, extremely thin knife.

Seeing the faint cold light, Yang Zhi's sale of knives suddenly appeared in my heart: Niu Er said: "How do you call it a treasure knife?" Yang Zhidao: "The first piece, chop copper and chop iron, and the knife edge is not rolled; the second, it's too fast; The third is that there is no blood on the murder knife. At the same time, Ma Chengcheng's appearance of telling a ghost story suddenly appeared, and her eyebrows and eyes were slightly wrinkled. The story is very short, except that one man was beheaded, and when his head rolled to the ground, he muttered: What a fast knife.

At this moment, looking at the cold light of the thin knife on the top, I couldn't help but sigh.

Good fast knife.

I seemed to see the long knife cut down in the aisle, and the soldier who was walking had no time to dodge, and was split in half, and even fell a few meters out of his body due to inertia......

Not daring to make up these images anymore, I sped up and ran past the knife hanging over my head.

When he turned out of the trail, he breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, there was no danger along the way, and it was a perfect pass.

The burning sensation in the ankle slowly disappeared.