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Tumbling all the way to the ground, Meng Shuai was stunned and didn't react to what was going on.

It wasn't until he fell and looked up again that he remembered the scene just now.

He had just kicked the bed a few times, and then, the bed flipped over, and he fell.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but scold Fu Jinshui - didn't he say that he had carefully checked it? he couldn't even kick the bed, and he dared to say that there was no problem?

After sitting in the dark for a moment, Meng Shuai stood up and felt a fire fold from his bosom - since the last time he was in distress, he had been carrying something to defend himself, such as fire.

The firelight lit up, Meng Shuai raised his head, and now the exit was completely hidden in the ceiling more than three feet above his head, and he couldn't tell which one was which.

Jumping slightly, Meng Shuai jumped three feet directly and slapped his palm on the wall, only to hear a bang, which seemed to be hollow, but there was even a burst of pain - the top turned out to be a steel plate.

Falling to the ground all of a sudden, Meng Shuai's hand was still in a hot pain - he was still flesh and blood after all,

Bringing his fist close to the flame in his hand, Meng Shuai wanted to see if it was green, but at a glance, he saw that his fist was full of blood.

He was taken aback, and said that he was injured, but he bent his fingers, and only felt that it was not a big deal, and then looked closely, the blood stains on his fists were dark red in color and had a heavy fishy smell, which was obviously not new.

Holding the fire fold high above his head, Meng Shuai looked up, but saw that the entire ceiling was covered with blood, mottled and covered with walls. The blood has been semi-coagulated, and it is no longer bright as it used to be, but the tragedy of that time can still be seen.

Under my bed, is there a great war?

Thinking of this, Meng Shuai only felt that he had lived such a long time in vain. The danger underground is close at hand, and I have slept peacefully for several months, without realizing it, this life was really picked up.

This place is not good, it is better to go out early.

patted the placket of his clothes, Meng Shuai was secretly unhappy, he originally brought a dagger for self-defense and borrowed it from Fu Jinshui, but he hasn't come back yet. Because he hadn't started to learn the blade yet, he wasn't prepared. The steel plate on the top of his head may not be able to push away with the strength of his body, especially because of the volley, which is not easy to borrow.

No way, go up and have a look first.

Meng Shuai supported the wall with his hands, jumped up, had already stepped on the wall, turned over, and pushed the ceiling above him with both hands.

Because of gravity, it was difficult for him to support a wall at a ninety-degree angle to the ground for too long, but it was not a problem to pour strength into the soles of his feet and support the wall for a moment or three.

When the top of his head approached the ceiling, Meng Shuai was suddenly stunned, and was pleasantly surprised to see that somewhere above his head, it was actually different.

Directly above him, there was a board seven feet long and five feet wide, which actually emitted a gray brilliance. Although the light is extremely faint, and if you don't look closely, you can hardly see anything unusual, but it is this light that makes this part independent of the entire ceiling.

This must be where the mechanism is!

I don't know why the mechanism is so light, but I can find an exit, so at least I know where to push it.

His hand tapped on the mechanism board, and groped everywhere again, Meng Shuai felt that he would definitely not find a way to open the mechanism. As the younger brother of the master craftsman Zhong Shaoxuan, he also has a small hand in cracking mechanisms, but the situation in front of him does not belong to one of the mechanisms he is familiar with.

Then try it with brute force.

Propped up to the wall, Meng Shuai stretched his arms, used the Spirit Turtle Cultivation Mind Method to gather the power in the palms of the two palms, and pushed forward-

Touch!

The strong recoil made Meng Shuai roll to the ground all of a sudden.

"I'll rub!"

For a long time, this was the only sound. The top of his head did not move, and there was no light in sight.

Failed.

Meng Shuai shook his hand, his arm was faintly numb, and his palm was even more tingling. Fortunately, he was not injured. If ordinary people hit the rock so hard, they would definitely have to suffer contusions, maybe fractures, but people who learn martial arts have their own methods to minimize the damage to themselves.

Although he was not injured, it did not help. The gray light above his head was still there, not diverted by his power in the slightest.

Meng Shuai grinned, not disappointed. This kind of thing can't be forced. Martial artists in the weightlifting realm have a strength of about 1,000 to 2,000 catties. With his strength, if it were a lock, it would always be unscrewed anyway. If it is a wooden door, it can be forcibly pushed open.

But if it's a steel gate or a stone gate, it's not enough. Even when it is in good condition, it is impossible to blast open the steel plate of more than two inches with the palm of your hand. As for what to bombard into scum, it is even more fantastical.

If there is a seam, maybe there is a point of strength, you can't blast it open, you can push it out, but there is no seam in front of you, which is equivalent to breaking the steel plate, how much strength does it take?

On your own, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get out of trouble. It would be nice to be able to contact Fu Jinshui outside.

In this era, communication can only be done by roaring.

Meng Shuai took a deep breath, his internal force worked, and his voice was wrapped in internal force, and he said, "Mr. Fu, can you hear it?"

The sound is like a flood of bells, and the tail note echoes in the darkness, shaking all sides.

For a long time, there was no sound.

Meng Shuai shouted a few times in a row, and his voice was not loud, but no matter how he shouted, there was no response.

Sure enough, the evil door!

His voice was not shouted, but spewed out with internal force. The sound sent by the internal force can penetrate even a foot-thick stone wall, and the steel plate is not a problem. Fu Jinshui on the other side will not be below him, if he can hear it, he will definitely be able to send the voice in.

Unless there is a special means of sound insulation, the two sides can be completely separated.

As for knocking on the door, you don't have to try it. The sound of banging on the door just now was much louder than knocking on the door, didn't there be no response at all?

Thinking about it, there was a big battle under the bed, and Fu Jinshui didn't even notice it, how could he be an exception to his own call?

This place is truly a desperate situation!

Thinking of this, Meng Shuai felt quite discouraged, supported the wall with his hands, and slowly exhaled a depressed breath in his chest.

A gust of wind blew, and the back was cold.

Wind?

When I turned my head, I saw that behind me, a one-person high exit, connected to a secluded alleyway, there was no end in sight, and I didn't know where it would lead.

Holding the tinder, I saw that the alley was wide and narrow, and the walls and floors were paved with marble, which was slightly reflective. If you talk about exquisiteness, it is still above the dark passage under the Rong family.

Meng Shuai originally felt that the hidden **oss in this alley should be Guo Baolian. But when he saw this passage, he immediately became suspicious -- although Guo Baolian was good, after all, she was just a single woman, so what power could she have?

But if it's not Guo Baolian, who else regards this alley as a forbidden place and is not allowed to be inhabited by other living people?

If a group of people operate underground and attack several times and injure the inhabitants above, then there is a very dangerous enemy hidden in this secret tunnel.

Do you want to check it out?

If you don't go, there's no point in staying here.

Meng Shuai took out his last weapon of self-defense from his pocket—the machine-iron, the thin blade that was much to adorn, but greatly changed his defenseless situation—and then walked cautiously a few steps, stepping on the marble floor. Raising the fire fold, he took a few steps forward.

The tunnel is very calm, unexpectedly, it seems that there is only one person more than one person wide into the sandwich road and there is no narrow and cramped feeling, the marble under the ground is polished very smooth, and it does not feel hard to walk up.

This eerie trail has also come out of the red carpet.

The only trouble was that the fire fold could not last, so Meng Shuai hoarded himself in the black soil world, took out a few handfuls of worthless medicinal materials, and chose a thick black wood branch as a torch to temporarily put on top. This black wood branch is also a medicinal herb, and the three-foot-long head will be sold for a hundred taels of silver outside, and using it as a torch is more exciting than lighting a cigarette with a hundred-dollar bill.

After walking a few hundred feet, the front forked.

Meng Shuai hesitated, he definitely didn't know the way, he didn't know where to go, but he wasn't particularly anxious. If it's a naturally formed cave or wilderness road, then the fork in the road may be a dead end. But this kind of underground passage, one more inch of repair, will cost a lot of money, and it is unlikely to repair some inexplicable dead ends.

It's just a different destination.

Of course, even if each leads to the exit, there is a difference between the door of life and the door of death. The best, of course, is to find a direct exit to the outside, the worst is of course the dead end that has been blocked, and the worst is to crash headlong into the enemy's bandits' den.

After a deep groan, Meng Shuai left a mark on the corner with an iron, so that he could recognize it in case he didn't return, so he chose a fork in the road by throwing shoes.

After a few steps along the fork in the road, there was another fork in front of me. Meng Shuai suppressed the suspicion in his heart and chose a path again.

When he chose the path for the third time and wanted to carve directions on the wall, his face suddenly changed.

On the walls, there are already arrows made of markings.

It was a thin black pen, the mark drawn on the wall, pointing to the road on the left, the thickness was about the same as the thin pen he used in his previous life, almost integrated with the wall, if it weren't for Meng Shuai, he would have to make a mark there, so he was lying relatively close, and it was impossible to see.

Left?

Meng Shuai's heart moved...... Do you want to check it out?

It's all this time, but I don't have any scruples, anyway, it's just a mess, so it's better to try your luck. Meng Shuai immediately turned to the left.

The road on the left was the same, the marble paved all the way to the end, dark and dark, and there was no sign of an exit. After walking for a while, he encountered the fork again, Meng Shuai's heart moved slightly, and he searched carefully again, and sure enough, a hint appeared on the wall again.

Sure enough, it showed the way.

It can't be a trap, right?

Meng Shuai hesitated for a moment, but continued to follow the arrow, but the slower he went.

He is not in a hurry now, his body is still sufficient, and he must not panic and crash into the trap.

Walk through five forks in a row, each with an arrow to point the way. It's just that the later it gets, the lighter the color of the arrow, the more crooked the drawing becomes, and in the end it is almost a filament, and it is difficult to even point the direction. gave Meng Shuai the feeling that the person who drew the arrow was getting less and less powerful.

Perhaps, it's almost time to get to the place.

Finally, turning a fork in the road again, Meng Shuai stopped.

It's in place.

The road in front of me is still long, leading straight into the distance, but in the middle of the road, there is a person sitting obliquely.