I felt awe-inspiring in my heart: Damn, there is such a mechanism under the pool? Just as I was worried about how high the bottom is and what it was, I had already landed on the ground, and the flashlight was mixed not far from me. Then the water rushing down from above kept rushing on me, pressing me into the ground.

I was washed away in a mess. Although the pool above was not deep, there were at least a few tons of water. I kept flapping so that I could barely find a gap in the water flow to take a breath.

The semi-suffocation state was not relieved until all the water flowed. I was exhausted at this time, vomiting and coughing constantly, and spraying out all the water in the trachea, which made me feel relieved.

What is this doggy-dance? The flashlight has been washed very far away. I wiped my face and looked around. It was pitch black. I touched the ground and found that it was not a stone, but a sand. The sand was washed out of a big pit, and I was in the middle of this big pit.

This seems to be a sand pit.

This fall was only two or three meters high. While I was glad that I fell into a deadly trap, I struggled to get up.

I just walked two or three steps towards the direction of the flashlight and felt something was wrong.

My feet were trapped in the ground. After three steps, I was dragged into the ground beneath my feet.

I looked down and found that there was fine sand underneath. The sand was extremely thin and could not bear the weight of people. I was falling down constantly.

I immediately reacted - it was a quicksand trap.

The most common mechanism in the ancient tomb is the quicksand trap. It has no exquisite design, but it only pours a large amount of quicksand around the tomb, because quicksand is the same as water. If you dig this quicksand layer, unless all the quicksand is dug out, no matter how you dig a hole, it will be the same as digging a hole in the water. Every time you dig it, the quicksand will surge back. At the same time, the craftsmen of the ancient tomb will design a flip board on the floor of the tomb. As long as the tomb robbers fall off the flip board, they will immediately fall into the quicksand layer at the bottom of the tomb, and will be quickly blocked.

The ghost said that the passage was very safe, so how could there be such a trap? I was wondering, and while lying on the quicksand, I increased the contact area between myself and the ground and prevented the speed of falling, I touched my body.

I touched it for a long time, but I couldn't find anything useful. Instead, my eyes gradually adapted to the light here. I saw that the fat man was not far away, and he was even worse than me. He was inserted into the quicksand with his head facing down. Now only two feet were still whispering, trying to turn his head out, but the more he tossed, the more he sank it.

In this environment, I have learned not to despair. The more dangerous the environment in the past, the more I can finally win.

However, just as I calmly thought about the problem quickly, I found that this time was different from before.

This time, I don't have time to think about it.

Almost twenty seconds later, the sand had already reached my neck. However, almost at the same time, I found something on my feet.

The bottom of the quicksand trap?

It was a hard thing, and it stopped me and continued to sink. The fat man also turned it out and shouted. I asked him to come over, and he climbed to me desperately, only halfway through, and he was not left with only one head, so he could only stop.

I gasped and felt the feeling under my feet with all my heart. I thought to myself, what happened? Did people in ancient times be short? The ancients did not expect that modern people would grow so tall, so they dug the trap too shallowly?

It's impossible. Although I believe that as long as the trap of quicksand can be killed by a few centimeters, this kind of pit will generally be dug very, very deep for the sake of safety.

"Naughty, are you okay?" the fat man yelled and fluttered towards me.

"It's okay." I said: As soon as I finished speaking, the fat man said "Ouch" and stopped.

"What's wrong?"

"Although there is something on the sand," the fat man said, "It's so dumb that he hit my lungs." As he said that, he saw the sand in front of him flip.

"What's the matter? You can't live, right?"

"No, it's hard, it seems to be a stone. I'll get it out." The fat man said Xiao, "Damn it, the touch is a bit weird."

After the sand flipped, a horn-shaped object emerged from the sand. The fat man gritted his teeth and obviously tried hard under the sand. After waiting for a while, a skull of unknown animal emerged from the sand.

"This is a deer." The fat man said, "It seems like a pitiful person like us." After saying that, he threw his skull and continued to move towards me.

"How could the deer come to this place? Could it be that Santa Claus is buried in this building?"

"Maybe it was a mistaken one, and there were many more." The fat man continued to thump and quickly took out a bone from the sand. He didn't know what part it was. It was very long, like a bone spur. "Damn, it's really a lot, it hurts me so hard."

I also learned to sway in the sand like him. It was difficult for my hands to move in the sand. Fortunately, the quicksand here is very fine, unlike the sand on the beach. The deeper the digging, the stronger it becomes. Soon I also touched a hard thing.

I grabbed the thing and pushed it up little by little. Soon a sandbag bulged on the pile of sand in front of me. I pushed it hard and pushed the bone out of the sand. I saw a bunch of hair first.

I was stunned for a while and continued to push up. A ferocious face emerged from the sand. It was a human mummy. I saw the faded military green clothes on his body and realized that this should be a victim of a tomb robber.

"Hello 'Santa'." The fat man finally came to me, "It seems that this is a mass grave. Don't look at it, we have to find a way, otherwise we will become 'Santa'."

Our solution is to use the bones in this sand to connect the cloth strips we tore off, make a bone frame, and then cover anything that can be covered, making something like a sled.

We have to make two pieces, first climb to one piece, and then climb to the other piece. In this way, the area of ​​contact between us and the sand can be much larger, so people will not sink and can move forward in the sand.

After we finished it quickly, I realized that this method was stupid - we couldn't move in a straight line, we had to walk sideways.

The fat man pointed in one direction and said, "Go to the other side first, let's 'taste the crabs to see when you'll be rampant'."

"Idiot, that's not a good thing." I cursed, and then lay on the "sled" with the fat man. The fat man handed me the chassis on one side, and I turned to the other side, and then we both rolled over and repeated this.

As we went forward, we really rolled forward. As we rolled, suddenly we arrived at a place and the sand fell down.

I was shocked and thought to myself, Damn, can't this quicksand hold such a large surface area? Then it's not quicksand at all, it's simply hooligan sand. I immediately heard a series of stones rubbing and impacting under the sand.
Chapter completed!