So even if the ground is slippery, it's not a big problem for Zhang Long.
Zhang Long was a little desperate at first, but when he discovered this long corridor, he immediately ignited the fire of hope.
Zhang Long walked slowly along the long corridor.
He was walking close to the wall.
From time to time, he could touch a metal light stand on the wall at a distance of about a person's height.
He touched the lamp stand with his hand, and there was a bowl-shaped object on it. It was empty now, but he still touched a short thing similar to a hemp rope.
It's just that the thing is very thin.
Zhang Long didn't know what it was at first.
After thinking about it carefully, I realized that it was probably a wick.
The long corridor here was originally illuminated by long lanterns.
It's just that it's too long ago.
All of them burned out, leaving only a short wick that had not yet burned out.
"It would be nice if there was lamp oil in here."
Zhang Long also thought about it casually, but he also knew that even if there was still lamp oil in the lamp, he would have nothing to light it.
He had matches and a lighter on him.
They were all placed with Wang Shengli.
Even if he still has it with him, there are only one or two matches left.
And after being hit by the ice pool and undercurrent, there is definitely no way to use it again.
On the other hand, the lighter gas is almost used up.
Although he was thinking this way, Zhang Long was still very careful. Every time he touched a wall lamp, he would pay special attention to see if there was still unburned lamp oil inside.
Just keep looking for it very persistently.
He really noticed something, so he also took down a lamp from the wall.
Then he poured a little bit of lamp oil into it, and walked all the way for who knows how long, and finally accumulated less than half a lamp's worth of lamp oil.
It also has a relatively long wick. If a fire can be lit at this time, Zhang Long believes that with this lamp, his efficiency in exploring this unknown area will be greatly improved.
But as far as Zhang Long knew, artificial methods of making fire were not suitable.
When he was a child, he also tried to make fire by drilling wood. He almost rubbed the skin off the palm of his hand, but it also failed to burn.
There are several other methods of making fire, all of which require specific tools and props, which Zhang Long does not possess.
Zhang Long just took the lantern exhibition and continued walking forward. This long passage was really long, which made Zhang Long couldn't help but raise a question, where does this lead to?
At this moment, Zhang Long suddenly kicked something under his feet, making a crackling sound.
It was the unique sound of broken bones.
Zhang Long squatted down and touched all kinds of bones.
He touched a round ball.
After a few more careful touches, it was finally proven that this was the skull of a person who died here at some unknown time.
He had been dead for so long that he had turned into white bones, and the calcium in his bones had also been lost quite a lot.
So after being lightly kicked by Zhang Long, it actually fell apart like this.
However, Zhang Long did not give up easily.
He picked up a long thigh bone and felt that the thigh bone was quite strong, which could be used as a weapon.
At this time, he suddenly touched another iron box.
Because the air in the long corridor is too humid, the iron box has become heavily rusted.
Although the box was not locked, it took Zhang Long some effort to open it.
The box was opened with a bang.
Zhang Long put his hand in and touched it, and first touched a small porcelain bottle.
He didn't know what this thing was used for, so he just put it in his pocket.
A strange-shaped stone, a metal knife, and a piece of soft cloth.
This is quite a wonderful combination.
Zhang Long touched the strange-shaped stone in the darkness and found that there seemed to be some knife marks on one side of the stone.
He also suddenly remembered something.
"Is this a flint?"
Thinking of this, Canglong also picked up the knife, put his hand against it, and then started scraping on the stone.
Sure enough, a few sparks jumped out in the darkness with a blow.
Seeing this scene, Zhang Long was ecstatic.
So he quickly sat down cross-legged.
Use the knife to scrape the flint, but put the soft cloth under the flint.
In this way, as long as you use a knife to scrape out the sparks, those sparks will fall on the soft cloth.
Soon the sparks popped out, landed on the soft cloth, and then burned.
“That’s really how it works.
It seems that even if I travel to ancient times, at least making a fire will not be a problem."
The next thing was relatively simple. Zhang Long picked up the piece of cloth and led the fire to the lamp.
light is on.
The long corridor was illuminated.
Under this long-lost light, Zhang Long had time to look at everything around him.
The long corridor is similar to what Zhang Long imagined.
It used to be gray-black bricks, but now it has been taken over by green algae, turning it into a lush green appearance.
Not far below him was where the corpse lay, and Zhang Long found the flint from his body.
Only then did he completely get rid of the darkness.
With this bright light, Zhang Long's speed can be greatly increased when he moves forward.
Zhang Long walked over, gathered together the bones that he had kicked apart, then clasped his hands together and prayed silently in his heart.
I don’t know when he died recently, but it must have been more than a hundred years ago. After all, the things he carried on his body were fire-making materials such as flint.
He should be considered an ancient person.
"I don't know who you are, but by accident you have helped me a lot. I hope you will transcend soon and find a good family in the next life."
Zhang Long was also mumbling words. After finishing reciting, he took the lamp in his hand again and walked towards the other end of the long corridor.
With the lamp in hand, Zhang Liang found the remaining lamp oil even faster.
It seems that some lamps are not extinguished only after the lamp oil has been burned. For example, the lamp Zhang Long is working on now is still full of lamp oil.
This made Zhang Long also have some worries about happiness.
Because he didn't have a container to hold the extra lamp oil.
So he could only hold the lamp in one hand and an unlit lamp in the other hand to hold the lamp oil.
Not long after leaving, Zhang Long suddenly felt something was not right, so he raised his head and looked forward.