On the edge of the mural of the dragon and phoenix Chengxiang behind him, a slightly upturned dark board popped up, which was a door to the compartment!

Almost instinctively, I took three steps and two steps to run through.

Probably because of the desire to escape that will arise after being claustrophobic for too long, I didn't even think about what was behind this door, and I didn't think much about whether there would be danger behind that door, so I ran over without hesitation.

But at the moment when I hurriedly opened the dark board, there was a sound behind the door that pulled the steel wire, and I heard only two swishing sounds, and two crossbow arrows shot out of the crack in the door, with green and crystal arrows, shooting at me at a rapid speed.

The time change was sudden, and I was still in joy, where would I have expected such a play, until the arrow was approaching in front of me, I suddenly realized that a tumbling attempt was embarrassing to dodge.

And at the moment when I fell to the ground, the arrow almost flew past my scalp, but my body also came into close contact with the ground, and the pain caused by the collision quickly spread in my mind.

Hurt! It hurts to drill the heart!

The pain in my heart came from all over my body, and I couldn't help but gasp.

I opened my eyes in pain, and looked around me, where everything else was unharmed, and one arrow was digging deep into the smooth ground on one side, and the other—

It's so faceless on my arm!

The pain caused by the slight shaking of the arrow shaft with a slight touch of my fingers made my body tremble.

It's also a shame that the arrow is not thick, and the range of the wound is not too large. I carefully steadied the arrow, and without looking further inside the door, I hurriedly bent down and hid behind the dark board.

I don't know if there are other hidden weapons in this dark board. The pain in the arm began to persist when he came back to his senses, like a curse of labor pain, lingering.

I wiped the beads of sweat from the pain on my forehead, and leaned against the dark board behind me to try to hear the movement inside the door.

Mechanism technique, this is the technique that Huang Yueying was good at during the Three Kingdoms period, and it should not have advanced to today's infrared detection technology.

In a flash, I suddenly heard the sound of a wire twisting in my ears when I opened the door earlier, and I couldn't help but suddenly realize: 'Maybe the mechanism is activated by the rotation of the wire when the door is opened!' ’

With the attitude of giving it a try, I carefully stood up and pulled the door open with force. Sure enough, I only heard a dense number of crossbow arrows raining down on the ground.

But they won't bend, and eventually their strength will be dissipated and scattered to the ground, and they will not be able to hurt me again.

With this commotion, the inside of the door finally calmed down, and I was finally able to timidly poke my head out from behind the dark board to look inside the door.

It was already late at night outside the window in the compartment, and a crescent moon was passing through the clouds, looking vertically through the window at the tall tower in which he was, it was an ordinary gray light in the moonlight, and he didn't want to be heinous at all.

And where I am now, there is a three-step wide compartment that I had previously speculated, but from the visual point of view, this is only one of the sealed lanes in the compartment, and I just stumbled upon this alley with a door to the next floor.

……

The door was slammed shut by me as I walked into the compartment, and the dense iron mechanism on the door was activated at the moment of closing the door, locking the door from the inside again.

The moonlight came high into the creepy cubicle, and I was alone and leaning wearily against the wall, and the only thing in the small cubicle on the four sides of the wall was the movable door at my feet. It's just a pity that I don't have the strength to open it again and go to the next level.

What's more, with the current physical conditions, I only have to be slaughtered for whatever I encounter, so it is better to heal my wounds in this place where a husband and wife are not open.

I took a deep breath and finally gathered some strength. Laboriously holding the candlestick hanging from the wall, I began to deal with the arrow wound that had pierced my arm.

It would only be counterproductive to pull out the arrow that had already pierced the arm, and I tore off the petticoat that had been accidentally burned by the red paint, and at the same time I tied the arms at both ends of the wound with the strips of cloth that had been torn off. The blood flow is slowed down by the strips of cloth, and the sensation of pain and the paralysis caused by the blockage of the blood come to the fore.

While I was waiting for this feeling, I also happened to lean sideways and spin the green arrow behind my arm with the light.

The green light on the silver-white arrows under the moonlight is even more conspicuous, isn't this really poisonous......

'Something to do!' ’

In ancient times, burning wounds with a soldering iron could play a role in disinfection and detoxification, and the same was true for Hua Tuo when Guan Yu scraped his bones.

Soldering iron...... As I thought about it, I couldn't help but look at the brass arrow shaft on my arm and the arrow in my hand. The diamond-shaped brilliance of the arrow is just right as a soldering iron.

I endured the pain, pulled out the entire copper shaft, and without hesitation, put the arrow back into the shaft.

Watching the arrows burn red in the candlelight, I gritted my teeth and crumpled the snow-white skirt into a ball of cloth and stuffed it into my mouth.

If it hurts for a while, I will definitely endure it, I can't shout, I can't cry, I can't bite my tongue! ’

The arrow in front of me sparked in my trembling hand, and I didn't dare to stop any longer, and the red arrow that was almost burning burned into the bloody hole in my arm.

The piercing pain point spread under the hot tip of the arrow, and I turned my face away and let the scorching breath permeate my nose. The candle flame fluttered slightly in the gust of wind against the moonlight, as if it wanted to help me and distract me from my high concentration.

It didn't take long for me to know how many times the arrow had been heated and how many times it had been burned on the wound. All I knew was that fine beads of sweat had covered my entire brow and forehead, and had fallen down my eyelashes into my eyes.

The pain had gradually become numb to the discomfort, and when I felt that the wound was no longer cold but hot, I finally let go of the hem of the skirt that had bitten into my mouth, threw the shaft of the arrow in my hand aside, and sat down by the wall to rest carefully.

An icy wind came in with the whining of the siliconized crystals in the sand valley, and I would have thought it scary if it had been before. It's just that now, I only have a helpless and somewhat crying and laughing expression on my face.

You know, 'I never thought that the kind of wilderness survival on TV would one day be encountered by me.'"

Now, let's take a break here and wait until tomorrow......

Tomorrow I may be able to reach the sixth floor, then the fifth floor, and the fourth floor...... Finally, he walked out of this gossip tower that hid many mysteries.