"Untie your belt and buckle it on the rope." Wu Xiaoxiao said, "It's a little safer this way." ”

If you really want to fall, you have a reaction time, although the result is likely to not change.

Lao Itch put down his backpack, afraid that there would be any danger in the cave over there, so he brought the racket with only one bullet left.

The moment the feet left the ground, the rope fell and bent into a tight arc due to gravity, and the places that fixed the ends of the rope made a toothache creak due to the force.

The three of them were so frightened that they didn't dare to come out, and they didn't wait for the sudden weightlessness they imagined, the old itch opened his eyes, took a deep breath, tentatively moved his hands, and crawled to the opposite side inch by inch.

This kind of mountaineering rope has a certain elasticity, every step will be followed by shaking, hanging in the air and swaying and crawling for most of the time, the old itchy arm is already a little sore, the muscles are too tired because of lactic acid accumulation, soreness is not good, the rope is too thin, can only be held with a full fist, the fingers are tightly clasped in the palm, little by little.

How to climb to the opposite side of the old itch has no image, only know that with the instinct of survival, he does not dare to stop, until his feet touch the stalagmite, groping and steady, then let go, soft legs hugging the stalagmite and gasping for air.

Seeing that he landed safely, Wu Xiaoxie also breathed a sigh of relief, took out his belt and prepared, just waiting for the old itch over there to check the cave and climb over to converge.

Master Liang saw that this was not good, and said that he would have to climb the second one, and the angry Wu Xiaoxie really wanted to kick him directly.

Master Liang stood to the side tremblingly, and the old itch shook around the hole with a flashlight, and didn't find any danger, so he waved at Wu Xiaoxie and the two.

Master Liang had weak legs, and he couldn't crawl until he was halfway up, and then he hung on the rope with his eyes closed, and he couldn't move.

But Wu Xiaoxiao was so angry that he gritted his teeth and greeted Master Liang's ancestor for eight generations, especially the mother, who had already known that he would throw this old guy directly to the previous bronze tree.

The angry Wu Xiaoye directly took out a gun and pointed it at Master Liang, and threatened viciously: "If you don't climb again, I will shoot you down." ”

Master Liang saw that this was amazing, the reason why he dared to do this was that he saw Wu Xiaoxiao's good heart (to put it bluntly, it is easy to bully), and if he wanted to change someone, he didn't dare to rub it if he borrowed eight hundred guts.

Holding his breath, Master Liang rubbed like a snail and moved to the opposite side, his arms and legs were trembling, screaming from time to time, startled, it took a lot of effort for the old nose, and finally moved most of it, and he almost slipped out of his hand several times in the middle, and finally got to the stalagmite without danger, and his lips were white with fright, and his face was ugly like a ghost.

The old itch dragged him aside, beckoned at Wu Xiaoxie, and motioned for him to come over.

Wu Xiaoxie took two deep breaths, silently chanted his grandfather's blessing in his heart, just climbed on the rope and climbed two steps, and suddenly found that the rope was swaying violently, and he looked up at the opposite side with great effort, and saw that Lao Itch and Master Liang were actually on the rope again and were returning to the same way.

What the?

Wu Xiaoxie was confused, and before he could ask, he heard a click from the stalagmite tied with a rope on the opposite side.

Old Itch pointed a finger at the cave in horror and yelled, "Crawl back!" There are also bugs in the holes. ”

What?

Wu Xiaoxie's head buzzed, he didn't care about thinking, and hurriedly crawled back with his hands and feet.