As soon as I thought about this, I stopped looking back, turned around, and concentrated on escaping. I ran a hundred or ten meters away, crossed the muddy ground, and entered shallow water. Then I breathed a sigh of relief.
But a few people didn't dare to stop at all. Although it is said that most prehistoric monsters have a strong sense of territory, who knows whether those sharp-mouthed things will catch up. If they can move freely in the mud, they can also move in the water.
It must not be a problem! If we really want to catch up, we will only be worse off.
The water got deeper and deeper, and soon it reached the level of the chest. Sima Long, who had been walking at the front, waved his hand and said: "Everyone must take a rest and recover a little bit of strength. We don't know what we will encounter when we dive directly to the bottom."
What, we can't exhaust our energy."
When he said this, I admired him even more. After all, Ginger is so old. Even in this situation, Sima Long is still calculating the next step. To be honest, in addition to wanting to escape from this place as soon as possible, all I can think about is
Blank.
Everyone also knows that Sima Long is telling the truth. This is only the second floor. He just met one of the four generals of Dragon Vein, and he ended up like this. When he enters the bottom floor, he doesn't know how dangerous it will be. If his physical strength is exhausted,
Anyway, that would be a very terrible thing.
They all stopped at that moment, leaning against the stone wall next to them and breathing heavily. Although the escape distance was not long, only one hundred and fifty meters at best, it was made of sand and water, so it was not easy.
It took a lot of strength, and since we were attacked on a rainy night until now, everyone has not eaten enough, even the iron-clad King Kong is about to be unable to hold on.
I leaned against the stone wall, with Little Pepper on my left. He glanced at me worriedly, and I smiled back, indicating that I was fine and could hold on. Little Pepper nodded, but the worried look on his face did not disappear. I
I wanted to say a few words to comfort Little Pepper, but Lao Liu on the right was panting and tapping the stone wall with the dagger in his hand, making "ding" sounds again and again.
In a quiet environment, it sounds especially harsh.
I scolded him impatiently, and Lao Liu was probably in shock, and for the first time he didn't reply. But as soon as I turned my head and wanted to comfort Little Pepper, the sound of the weapon hitting the stone wall sounded again.
I was so angry that I turned around, shined the flashlight on Lao Liu's face, and cursed: "Lao Liu, why don't you move your hands and itch? Can't you be quiet?"
Lao Liu shrugged his shoulders innocently and said: "You are too overbearing. I have been running with you all night. I can't sit down or lie down. You can knock a stone. Okay, I won't knock it."
That’s it, I won’t bother you if I don’t knock you, are you going through menopause early?”
When he said this, I was stunned, not because of what he said, but because I clearly saw that both of his hands were empty, and the dagger was well inserted in the leather sheath on his waist. It was obviously the second strike.
The sound on the stone wall was not made by Lao Liu. As for the other people, let alone look at it. Among our group of people, after Lao Liu was scolded by me, he would knowingly commit the crime again. Except for Lao Liu, no one would
It is so boring,.
But where did this sound of iron hitting the stone wall come from? And the sound was so close, who else could it be besides us? Could it be that there was also a group of people lurking behind us on the opposite side of the stone wall?
(I’ve been writing a lot of text these past two days. It’s a small twist. I’ve written several versions but I’m still not satisfied with it. Don’t blame me.)