The monkey spat out a mouthful of blood, turning its completely transparent mask red, and then its body went limp.

With lightning speed, Song Laosan grabbed Monkey's arm and patted his head, saying, "Buddy, open your eyes and look at me. No matter how sleepy you are, don't fall asleep! You have to stay awake!"

"Cough cough!"

The monkey coughed repeatedly from the blood, and its body went limp: "I feel like my head weighs a hundred pounds, and I can't control my bowel movements. I might have soiled my clothes... Third Master, I have no strength left, I can't hold on any longer! Let me lie down for a while, I'll be fine in a little while!"

I shook the monkey's body and kept talking to him: "Monkey, stay awake! Your symptoms are too serious. If you continue in this environment, it will become more and more dangerous. You must hold on. If you can't hold on, bite the tip of your tongue. In short, you can't sleep!"

Song Laosan looked at me and said, "Xiao Duan, let's get out of here! The toxic gas levels here are dangerously high. We can't get through here anytime soon. If we stay any longer, the monkey will be in great danger."

"No! The best first aid for inhaled mercury poisoning is to remove the patient from this environment. If we open the floor, the toxic gas will have already leaked out, and it's not safe over there either!"

I turned my gaze to a cluster of spears ahead: "The only way to ensure our safety now is to get through this alley as quickly as possible!"

Song Laosan grabbed a spear and tried to shake it, but found that the spears were incredibly sturdy: "If it were just these spears, we could handle them, but the concentration of poison gas here is too high. If we stay any longer, we'll both get poisoned!"

My mind raced, and I asked Song Laosan, "What if we divided these small boats into two rows, attached them to the spears to make a track, then fixed the monkey to one of the boats and dragged it across with a rope? Do you think that's feasible?"

Old Song helped the monkey sit against the wall in the mercury: "Whether it works or not, we can only try! You wait here, I'll go get those small boats from the back!"

I saw Song Laosan turn back and try to lift a small boat.

Although these small boats didn't look very big, they were all made of cast iron. As I exerted my strength, it felt like I had phlegm stuck in my throat, followed by a sweet and fishy taste in my mouth.

I know that this is vomiting blood caused by the erosion and peeling of the mucous membrane of my digestive tract. If I don't get out of this environment soon, I will go into shock due to organ failure and eventually die from suffocation caused by pulmonary edema.

The monkey's symptoms were the most severe. It was leaning against the wall, its body convulsing, and it kept inhaling but not exhaling, clearly showing symptoms of respiratory edema.

Seeing my best brother on the verge of death, I suddenly unleashed a powerful force and slammed the iron boat in my hand onto the spear.

By the time Song Laosan returned with several small boats, I had already overturned four small boats on top of the spear.

Just as Song Laosan was about to come up and help, he noticed that the rat-patterned clothing on my arm had been pierced by a spear and was bleeding. He immediately became nervous and reached for a bandage in his backpack: "Xiao Duan, why is your hand bleeding?"

"I can still hold on, let's not waste time here!"

I felt a warm sensation in the area between my nose and upper lip, and I didn't know if it was from snot or nosebleed: "I'll climb up, and you hand me these iron boats from below."

"You're not feeling well, I'll go up!"

Song Laosan pressed down on my shoulder, then climbed onto the spear, took the small boat I handed him, and slowly moved over.

Each of these small boats is about 60 centimeters long and weighs about 50 kilograms. After we laid out eight small boats, I felt like I could barely lift my arms.

After catching his breath for a moment, Song Laosan jumped down and hoisted the barely breathing monkey onto his shoulder: "That's enough. You hold onto the boat up there, and I'll put him on!"

At this point, the two rows of boats above have been arranged into a concave track, which can just hold a small boat that is placed upright.

After the monkey was placed on it, Song Laosan spoke again: "The boats we laid out can only occupy half of these passages. We can only walk a bit at a time. These spears are very sharp. Be careful when walking on them. If you fall, you'll be completely ruined!"

I shook my head vigorously, and then climbed up to the top as well.

Although we used the small boats filled with babies to form the track, the friction between the metal parts was so great that it took two people working together to push the small boat filled with monkeys out.

When we finished laying the next section of track, I started coughing up blood, and my vision became dizzy. When I stepped on the ground, I felt like I was bungee jumping, and I couldn't even feel the ground beneath my feet.

"Xiao Duan! Xiao Duan!"

Old Song held my shoulders and waved his hand in front of my face repeatedly: "Are you still conscious? Look at this door, it's sealed shut, you can't push it open at all, and there are no keyholes or holes left on it. Could there be some kind of mechanism?!"

I clenched my fists and punched my temples twice. Pointing to the two grooves in the ground, I said with difficulty, "Brother, this door doesn't open by pushing, it opens inwards. There's a cross-shaped umbrella in the bag; stick it out through the crack in the door!"

The so-called cross umbrella is a ruler that can be opened at the top. This tool, forged from high-quality steel, is very sturdy, and its flat shape allows it to extend out through the gaps in most tomb doors.

Old Song inserted the cross-shaped umbrella through the crack in the door, released the spring at the bottom, and then hung it on the rope. The two of us also slung the rope over our shoulders and pulled hard backward.

"bass--"

An ancient aura, as if sealed for a long time, wafted over, making one feel as if they had been transported back to ancient times.

Under the light of the headlamp, there was a huge space outside. In order to escape the alley as soon as possible, I didn't have time to observe it properly and moved the monkey out with Song Laosan.

"Gulp!"

Having done all this, Song Laosan was completely exhausted. He plopped down on the ground and made a move to take off his mask.

"Third Master, don't move!"

I grabbed Song Laosan's wrist: "This room probably still has mercury gas, and our clothes are also stained with mercury. We need to keep moving forward and get out of this environment first!"

Song Laosan lay on the ground, took a few deep breaths, and then struggled to his feet: "Let's go!"

Despite being physically exhausted, Song Laosan and I encouraged each other and helped the dazed Monkey continue forward, while we continued to survey the room under the light of our headlamps.

This is the largest tomb chamber I have seen since entering the Zewang Tomb. The room is filled with bones, and the skulls and neck bones are all injured. If I'm not mistaken, these are the people who were buried alive with Hu Shahu.

To our left is a huge city gate, with the city gate below slightly ajar, while directly opposite is a tightly closed stone archway.

As I was taking in all this, Song Laosan looked to my right and shone his headlamp on the open archway, saying, "Xiao Duan, look over here, this door has been opened!"

Looking at the open small door and the wide-open city gate, I unconsciously straightened up a bit: "It must be Duan Jinyan, they've already gone in!"