Chapter 92: The Return of the First Emperor

The sound of rapid breathing kept coming, and everyone was already feeling a little dizzy. The older Fan Lao couldn't stand anymore and sat down on the ground softly.

"Old Wu, I'm not done with you!" the golden wolf's roar looked so weak.

And Lao Wu was already sitting on the ground against the pillar at this time, the beads of sweat on his face kept flowing down, panting like a Shar Pei dog in the summer.

"We, we're not in, poisoned. Yes, it's hypoxia. Forensic Doctor Qin also gasped and explained.

As a medical examiner, she can certainly tell what is going on from some of the manifestations of her body. But if you don't get out of this tomb, there seems to be no difference between suffocation and poisoning.

"Yes, it's ...... him" The agitated emotions made the golden wolf's symptoms more obvious, so that the bruises on his neck erupted, and his face and lips turned blue-purple.

At this time, there is no need to remind the golden steel wolf, everyone also understands. When Lao Wu lit the fuel lamp, the mechanism had actually begun to operate. While the crowd was still immersed in the mural, the door was slowly and silently closed, and then the oxygen in the room was slowly burned. When the flame goes out, it's too late.

At this time, there was already a difference in air pressure between the inside and outside of the tomb, and it was impossible to open the door with these manpower. What's more, how long can a person survive in an environment without oxygen?

"The door of life and death, one enters life and death and two sinks...... Chili pepper's voice can only be heard by herself, but at this time, she is trying hard to climb to Ling Yunfeng's side.

Fan Lao was speechless, but at this time he pointed his withered hand to the words on the last mural.

Ling Yunfeng's symptoms of hypoxia were not particularly serious, as long as he carried the Jade Toad Gong, he could feel soothed. Of course, exercise does not produce oxygen, but the special way of breathing can greatly reduce the demand for oxygen.

At this time, Ling Yunfeng saw the direction that Fan Lao was pointing, and suddenly had some understanding. Because Fan Lao had been reading those words very closely just now. Maybe he found something to get out of here?

Even if there is a little hope, you can't give up. This is what Ling Yunfeng has learned in the year of the Dragon Soul, compared to those military skills, willpower seems to be the true soul of the Dragon Soul.

At this time, the wall full of words was already full of feather arrows, and Ling Yunfeng felt that the vitality must be related to those words. Although the lack of oxygen was very uncomfortable, he still slowly pulled out the shaft of the arrow on the wall, for fear of damaging the words on it.

Seeing that Ling Yunfeng was pulling out his arrows, the wild wolf knew that he must have thought of some way to get out, so he also came up to help. As a dragon soul, diving and other projects are not less, so the lung capacity is much larger than that of ordinary people, and the time of holding breath is much longer than that of ordinary people.

Don't look at them all suffocating their faces and turning blue, but the work of their hands has not slowed down at all. It wasn't until all the arrows were removed that the soldiers fell limply.

But Ling Yunfeng, who was already drenched in sweat, still couldn't find the slightest clue. There was no way, he could only push Fan Lao, who was already unconscious.

"Word ......" The weak voice was as thin as a gossamer, but Ling Yunfeng could hear it clearly. At this time, he also had some blurred vision, and had to touch the words on the wall with his hand, hoping to find the clues given by Fan Lao.

When Ling Yunfeng touched the words "The Return of the First Emperor", he suddenly found that these words were slightly protruding. He knew it was supposed to be the trigger of the mechanism, but he didn't know how.

Turning his head, Ling Yunfeng found that there was no one who was still awake. They all fell to the ground and didn't know whether they were alive or dead, and at this time, Ling Yunfeng didn't have time to hesitate, so he could only be a dead horse doctor. So he mustered the last of his strength and slammed his fist into those four words.

The screech of air grinding echoed throughout the burial chamber. But for Ling Yunfeng, this is no different.

The square brick where the four words were had been completely retracted, and air was gushing out of the square hole. It smells rancid, but as long as there is oxygen, it is very sweet.

The first to benefit was definitely Ling Yunfeng, who was the closest, and when he regained some strength, he quickly pulled the old experts over. After all, the long time of hypoxia can cause greater damage to the body, especially the brain.

Minutes and seconds passed, and the whistling of the air was long gone. Although everyone was still a little dizzy, most of them came back to life. He is constantly inhaling oxygen and slowly recovering from the loss that his body has just had.

Lao Wu was even more lying on the mouth of the cave and breathing greedily, not feeling embarrassed at all to block the entrance of the cave. The golden wolf who wanted to kick him away was held down by the wild wolf. After all, Lao Wu is second to Fan Lao in age, and he is the second oldest in a group of people, if he is really kicked by the golden steel wolf, he will not need to breathe.

After about half an hour, everyone returned to normal. Thinking about the escape from death just now, everyone is afraid again and again. I didn't expect that the Qin Dynasty would be able to seal it so well.

Erhuzi wanted to smash open a bronze lamp to see what kind of mechanism it was. But it was stopped by everyone, and who knows if it will trigger any other mechanisms. To be on the safe side, don't act rashly.

Fan Lao lay on the ground and went to see the square brick hole that Ling Yunfeng had smashed into. Before anyone could ask him how he knew it was a trap, he pulled a ring out of the hole. Attached to the hoop was a chain, which was also pulled out.

The sound of "quack, rattle" kept sounding, and Ling Yunfeng had already pulled Fan Lao aside, afraid that there would be any more accidents.

But the wall, which was full of letters, rotated ninety degrees from the middle like a turnstile to reveal the door to the darkness.

At this time, the most depressed person is Lao Wu, why is the mechanism triggered by others either life-saving, or a channel. And what I encounter is harm? How unfair it is to always be!

With the experience of the previous times, everyone did not rush into that passage, but wanted to brush up what they hadn't thought of just now.

First of all, Qin Shi Huang imprisoned those black-eyed sharps here, and even made it clear from the gate that this gate belonged to the place of death. If it is a dead place, why is there a turnstile and what will be behind it?

Everyone was puzzled, but Lao Wu, who had been isolated, pouted at this time: "Hmph, Qin Shi Huang wants to have a passage out after being resurrected, what's so strange about this? Those who want to become immortals and build a passage in the tomb abound." Even the pyramid has a constellation passage, which is really rare and strange!" After finishing Lao Wu, he stepped into the turnstile with one foot.

Although everyone didn't listen to it very well, after all, they were professionals, and they had to think that this was the most reasonable answer. So I followed into the turnstile as well.

(To be continued...... ）