Qu Ruilin is a calm person.

Upon hearing me say that there might be traps here, he immediately pulled Wei Shengnan up: "The dead are gone, don't forget why we came here! Hesitation will only lead to more deaths!"

There was no time to mourn the dead Xu Hu and Cao Shang, so the three of us continued running along the tomb passage.

Compared to the outside, the tomb passage here is different again.

Previously, the tomb passage was lined with murals, but here reliefs have been used.

The sound of stones grinding together again in the tomb passage made me forget about the murals; I just wanted to find a safe place to settle down as soon as possible.

Just as we were running, I suddenly felt the ground beneath my feet shake, and then I felt like I was stepping into thin air. It seemed that the Pan Cha Fa Shui had activated the next mechanism.

In the instant of falling, I caught a glimpse of a protruding stone on a relief sculpture to the side, and reached out to grab it.

As I reached out, Qu Ruilin, who was running beside me, suddenly pushed me, causing me to deviate from my original position.

In the flickering light, I saw Qu Ruilin clinging to the rock, hanging in the air, while he himself plummeted downwards.

It is said that before a person dies, images from their entire life flash through their mind.

At that moment, my mind went completely blank, and only two words came to mind: regret!

I regret that I dared to rashly open the tomb designed by Li Chunfeng without any experience!

She also regretted that in order to find her father's whereabouts and make money, she had personally pushed herself into this irreversible situation!

Just as I was lost in thought, I felt a sharp pain in my arm.

When I came to my senses, I realized that I was hanging in the air, not knowing what I was holding onto.

My actions were purely driven by a survival instinct, resulting in me grabbing at things haphazardly. Little did I know that this subconscious act would actually save my life!

I shone my flashlight around and realized I was in another space.

Above my head was a stone slab, with both ends blocked by stone strips.

The ceiling we see now should be the floor we were standing on before, which was completely sealed off after the reversal.

Looking further down, there was a deep pit several meters high, filled with sharp spikes.

What I was holding was a horizontal iron chain, which was probably used to activate the flip-top mechanism.

When we entered the tomb passage earlier, Cao Shang said that the air here had returned to normal. In order to survive, I tore off the gas mask, put the flashlight in my mouth, grabbed the iron chain with both hands, and hung up with my legs crossed.

After making sure I wouldn't fall, I shouted at the top of my lungs, "Wei Shengnan! Can you hear me?"

"A sound..."

"Sound..."

My voice echoed in my ears, but I received no response.

At that moment, my shouting was actually a form of self-comfort.

The team had run out of explosives, and the flap was blocked by two stone slabs, making it impossible for the people on top to open it.

I've reached a dead end!

At that moment, I was filled with hatred for Qu Ruilin.

If he hadn't pushed me down, I would never be trapped here.

Even though I tried to comfort myself, thinking that Qu Ruilin might not have pushed me away, but was so desperate to survive that he accidentally bumped into me, the grudges between us and my current state of mind made me believe that he was sacrificing me to protect himself.

The anger in my heart made me want to devour Qu Ruilin alive, but my survival instinct eventually calmed me down.

I know that cursing and complaining here is useless. The most important thing is to escape as soon as I have the strength.

I shone my flashlight at the end of the iron chain and found a hole several tens of centimeters in diameter on one side, so I climbed over there.

At this point, I was certain that the children's remains I had seen in the riverbed were those of slaves responsible for setting up mechanisms and dragging chains in these narrow pipes.

Although those skeletons proved their final fate, I still optimistically comforted myself, thinking that since the pipe fence was rusted, I would definitely have a chance to escape.

The pipe used to move the iron chain was extremely narrow; I measured it at the opening, and it was almost as wide as my shoulder.

This means that once I crawl inside, my body will be completely stuffed, and no matter how difficult it is to move around, once it becomes narrow inside, I will inevitably end up like the skeletons trapped in the pipes.

The road was blocked by bluestone overhead, and sharp spikes were underfoot.

Only by moving forward can we find a glimmer of hope.

I gripped the iron chain, carefully discarded all my belongings, and then, biting a flashlight, crawled into the pipe.

When we were at Li Fan's tomb, Ma Zhenhong taught me the techniques for moving through the tomb robbers' tunnel. In such a narrow space, you can't just climb with your limbs; you have to exert force from all directions to make yourself "wriggle."

Just when I felt my whole body was stiff, a space of about half a square meter finally appeared in front of me.

Although the space was extremely small, it at least gave me a place to squat down and catch my breath.

People who exercise regularly know that you can't rest for long periods of time during exercise, otherwise the soreness in your limbs will inevitably affect your subsequent actions.

I stretched my body briefly and then began to observe the terrain.

On the left side of this space is an upward-facing pipe, and on the right side is a downward-facing pipe, with an iron cable running through both pipes.

Based on my location, the upward-facing pipe is the way back to the tomb passage, but this pipe is extremely narrow, making it impossible for me to squeeze through smoothly. So I had no choice but to choose the downward-facing pipe.

People like Qu Ruilin and Ma Zhenhong can hang upside down for a long time when digging tunnels, but I didn't know the depth of the tunnel, so to prevent insufficient blood supply to my brain, I put my feet down first.

As I descended, gripping the iron chain, I was so nervous that I was sweating profusely, fearing that if anything went wrong with the pipe, I would be trapped inside forever.

After climbing down a certain distance, my anxiety was greatly relieved.

Compared to the previous pipe, this pipe was much wider, and I could even do simple movements like bending my knees.

Just when I felt I had found a way out, I encountered a fatal problem.

The iron cable in this pipe came to an abrupt end when I had climbed halfway up.

At first, I thought I had reached the bottom, but when I checked with a flashlight, I found that the end of the iron cable was severely rusted and clearly broken.

Looking down, the light ended in complete darkness, unfathomable.

Without the iron chain to hold onto, the difficulty of my descent increased dramatically. I could only support myself with my hands and feet against the cave wall and descend slowly.

Although the previous tomb passages were full of oxygen, this pipe was thin and the lack of oxygen caused me to lose strength rapidly. My legs, which supported my body, felt like they were filled with lead, and I gradually lost feeling in them.

Despite my desperate struggle, I finally lost my footing, plummeted to the ground, hit my head on a rock, and lost consciousness.