"It would be great if there was a detonator!" I sighed sadly.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in my mind. Although I don't have a detonator on me, I do have fire. Is it okay to burn it with fire?
But when I took out only two fire sticks from my arms, I couldn't help but smile bitterly. This little ignition would not have much effect at all.
The pile of corpses had already rushed over. In panic, I fired a shot with a spray gun, but the effect was very weak. The shot was like hitting a swamp. It didn't even stir up any waves. Oh, it did stir up the monster.
The ground became even more ferocious, waving its tentacles wildly and rushing towards me.
I knew that if I got entangled with it, my little life would be over. In the crisis, I kicked my feet hard on the ground and rushed to the side. Fortunately, the monster did not move and react as fast as the elf, otherwise it would have been too fast.
There is no need to escape, you can just stand there and wait to die.
I endured the numbness and soreness of my arm from being thrown and jumped up from the ground. At this moment of life and death, I overloaded my potential. Although I didn’t know whether I would survive in the end, at least I wouldn’t give up so easily.
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I ran towards the other side of the secret room. The three large tanks were still sitting there quietly. Fortunately, they had not changed much, otherwise I would not be dead even if I had another life.
There is a saying that is very true. If a person is unlucky, his fart can hit his heel. I just ran a few steps and stepped on a piece of broken vat. My foot slipped and went straight towards a big vat in front of me.
Hit it.
The bloody thing didn't happen because my head happened to hit a withered baby's head. In fact, I would rather hit my head on the big tank and die than hit that little head, because the withered head was because of
My body was instantly smashed by the impact, fragments of my skull were flying everywhere, and a piece of black stuff even fell into my mouth.
I almost vomited, so I hurriedly sat up from the ground and took out the dirt in my mouth with my hands. When I saw it, it turned out to be a shriveled baby's brain, with pits on it like a rotten walnut.
The pile of corpses behind me was less than two meters away from me. I didn't have time to feel sick because I found that the flashlight in my hand was missing. It turned out that it had been knocked out when I fell down. At this time, the flashlight was lying on my back.
Two meters in front of me, the light was facing my direction. A thought arose in my mind. This flashlight, which seemed to be broken when touched, didn't go out after being dropped so hard. Isn't the quality so good?
Somehow, I stretched out my hand and unscrewed a baby's head from the big vat in front of me, and then smashed it towards the pile of corpses behind.
As you can imagine, this move had no effect at all. The baby's head was grabbed by several tentacles, and then several bloody mouths stretched out from the side, biting the head to pieces in three bites.
I shivered, hurriedly got up, picked up the lamp, and ran to the shelf at the far end.
The shelf is made of wood and clings to the wall. The inside is made of wooden boards, just like a cabinet without a door. Although this secret room is very dry, it has been left here for so long that some places have rotted.
, wood and clothing were piled up in one place, very scattered.
Seeing this wooden shelf and the clothes on it, an idea suddenly came to my mind. I couldn't help but feel shocked, and a blazing fire ignited in my already desperate heart.
Taking advantage of the short time, I took off several compartments on the wooden shelf. At this time, the pile of corpses had already chased me. Seeing the right opportunity, I held the center of the shelf tightly with both hands and pressed it with my feet.
Hold the lower edge, and then pull it up with all your strength.
The wooden frame slowly tilted toward me. When it reached a certain angle, I used the last bit of my strength to pull it hard, then quickly retracted my hands and lay on the ground.
"boom"
The wooden frame came down hard, covering both me and the pile of corpses. However, the situation of the two of us was completely different. The pile of corpses was too big, and it happened to be hit by all the force. Suddenly, it was miserable.
I screamed. But I was different. Since I had removed several compartments in the middle of the shelf beforehand, I just made a space big enough to accommodate me, and the wooden shelf could not hit me at all.
But I soon realized what it means to suffer by one's own fault. I was pressed down by a wooden frame, which was nailed with wooden planks. There was no way for me to move forward, backward, left, or right. It was as if I was lying in a coffin. It was very difficult to even turn over.
, this feeling is very uncomfortable.
The wooden shelf was still shaking, and it was obvious that the corpses were struggling inside. This made me feel that the danger had not passed, so I hurriedly hit the wooden board with my fist.
Now it's a race against time. If the pile of corpses comes out first, I will definitely be stuck in there, and the result is unpredictable. But if I go out first, I can still give it a try.
I don’t know what kind of wood the board is made of, but it’s still very strong after such a long time. I punched it more than a dozen times and my hands started to bleed, but I only made a small hole the size of a palm. Due to the injury to my hand, my strength
Don't dare to push it too hard, and progress will be even slower.
In desperation, I took out the spray gun, raised my hand and wanted to fire a shot. But when I thought about it, I realized that this might not have any effect. At best, the bullet could only make a small hole the size of a finger, which would not solve the problem at all.
My dilemma.
At this time, I suddenly remembered something I had heard before. If you block the muzzle of the gun when shooting, it is likely to explode. So what if I put the muzzle of the gun directly against the wooden board and fire?
This is undoubtedly a very dangerous thing. If I can't control it well, my shooting hand will probably be useless. But now I have no other way, so I just took a gamble on him.
I groped and wrapped my hand with clothes, then pressed the muzzle of the gun tightly against the wooden board above, gritted my teeth, and pulled the trigger.
There was a loud "bang" and my entire arm suddenly lost consciousness. I groped along my arm. Fortunately, my arm was still there. The loss of consciousness was only caused by the impact of the shock and explosion. It probably didn't take much more.
It takes a long time to recover.
However, my suffering was not in vain. The effect of this shot was really good. A two-foot-large hole was blown out of the wooden board above, which was enough for my body to pass through.
I didn't wait any longer, and hurriedly climbed up through the hole. I stood on the wooden shelf and shined a flashlight on it, only to realize how correct my decision just now was.
Most of the body of the pile of corpses was already outside, and the small heads and tentacles on the body were missing a lot. They should have been broken by the wooden frame. Some black liquid flowed from the broken parts, exuding a strong stench like tar. However,
This injury did not affect its movements. The remaining little heads screamed and chewed on the surrounding wooden boards. It had already made a big hole there and was about to get out.
Looking at its ferocious appearance, I had an idea and quickly jumped off the wooden frame, picked up the scattered clothes from the ground and threw them on top of the pile of corpses. Then I took out a fire bag and threw it over.
Those restrained clothes caught fire, and soon the fire enveloped the pile of corpses. In the raging fire, the little heads above began to scream miserably. The pile of corpses struggled even more fiercely, but they were unable to escape from the surroundings.
The flame, I know, it is finished.
I was about to show a victorious smile, but suddenly I remembered something, and my face turned pale. This secret room was completely sealed, and the air inside was limited. With the intensity of the fire in front of me, it would probably take less than two minutes.
The air in the secret room would burn out, and I would still be dead.
God, this is really self-defeating. I almost cried. I missed this point in all the calculations. It seems that God won’t let me live! I sat down on the ground slumped. There is nothing I can do now.
I can only close my eyes and wait for death.
One minute has passed, two minutes have passed, five minutes have passed, huh? I still don’t feel difficulty breathing. What’s going on?
I opened my eyes and took a look. The wooden shelves were already on fire, and the pile of corpses had stopped struggling. There was a thick smoke above the secret room, but the fire was still strong, and there was no feeling of lack of oxygen at all.
I thought for a moment, and suddenly a surprise came over me, because the original oxygen in this secret room must have been completely burned out. Now the fire is not extinguished, it must be because there is air coming in from the outside, and it can supply such a
For a strong fire, the area where air rushes in must not be too small.
"There is an exit here." This is the final conclusion I came to.
I immediately became energetic, jumped up from the ground, and searched along the surrounding walls. The exit was not on top, because the top was covered with thick smoke, which was very even. If there was an exit, the thick smoke would be dispersed.
Yes, this means that the exit is below, at least below the thick smoke.
The surrounding walls are clear at a glance. There must be no exit, so it must be on the ground or somewhere covered by something.
I searched all over the ground but couldn't find the exit. The only thing I couldn't find was the wooden shelf behind the fire. The exit must be there.
The logic in my mind was very clear, and I didn't care about the heat of the fire at this time. I hurried to the side of the wooden shelf and moved it to the side before the fire burned over.
Sure enough, as I thought, there was an opening at the base of the wall behind the wooden shelf, which was square in shape and more than two feet long and wide, just enough for a person to crawl through.
Nothing excites me more than this, so I can't wait to get in. At this time, I don't care where this passage leads to. As long as I can escape from here, I am willing to go anywhere.
The entrance to this cave is very easy to climb up. From the inside, it looks like it has been carefully excavated. I don’t know what its function is. Anyway, it is definitely not a Tianmen. No one would build a Tianmen on the ground.