In an instant, the climbing rope on the fat man's waist was tightened. The climbing rope was elastic and the rope was pulled into the fat man's flesh. The fat man looked at the mud that was pounced on it and cursed: "I'm diarrhea! Hurry up!" I shouted at Liu Sang: "Extend your hand!"

Liu Sang vomited violently there, and had completely lost consciousness. He could hardly grasp the rock wall, let alone reach out. The oil bottle whispered: "Go!"

I gritted my teeth and tried to accumulate strength. I stepped on the fat man's shoulder and jumped onto the cliff. I reached out to grab a relief. I knocked my forehead and pretended to be dizzy and almost fell down.

The oil bottle leaped up in the air and turned around and landed under me 180 degrees in the air. The fat man threw out the other end of the rope, and the oil bottle grabbed it. We pulled the rope, the fat man jumped into the mud and water, and the canoe was washed away instantly.

The two of us pulled the fat man tightly and pulled him to the shore. In less than 3 minutes, the signal flare fell into the mud and water, and the surroundings were instantly pitch black. The fat man shouted, "Press the edge!" I pressed against the cliff hard, and then the mud poured down. In the darkness, we were squeezed onto the cliff by a huge force, and our mouths and nostrils were instantly covered with mud.

I used all my strength to turn around, found a gap between the cliff walls, stuffed my face in, and at first I could breathe for two or three breaths. Then my entire lung was pressed by the huge force behind me so that I couldn't inhale at all. Don't talk or move.

It was completely different from water. The pressure of the mud pressed me against the rock wall. The strength was so great that I could feel my ribs being pressed into my lungs. The severe pain could not be heard through the shouting. I felt that all my internal organs were about to be squeezed out.

Then, everything became extremely quiet, and suddenly I could only hear the sounds in my body, the friction of my bones, the beating of my heart, and the sound of mud squeezing into my ears. I knew that my inner ear had been filled with mud.

My lungs kept twitching, my mind was blank, and endless panic erupted like a black hole.

This real fear replaces everything before. I thought about all my previous experiences. After so many adventures and after so many experiences by myself, I don’t know when, but I think I am no longer afraid of these scenes. I can chat and laugh and do exactly what I should do in times of danger.

But I remember writing it in my grandfather’s notes, which may be wrong.

I slowly forgot what this line means, and I thought I could handle all the problems, until this moment, I suddenly realized what I was facing again. My mind was full of the scenes when I first got to the tomb. Before I died, there was no difference between a novice and a veteran, fear.

All this happened almost within three or four seconds. Then I suddenly felt the pressure relaxed, and the cliff under me suddenly broke, and the huge pressure squeezed into the rock wall with the mud and me. I fell to the ground with a dog eating shit and found that the inside of the rock wall was empty, and there was a steep slope inside. The momentum rushed in without hesitation, and I was wrapped and rolled in.

I took a breath instinctively, and inhaled mud and oxygen into my lungs. Then I coughed violently, and my whole body was cramped, which squeezed out the mud in my ears. I don’t know how long it took, but the mud finally stopped. I immediately stood up with all my strength and started vomiting.

After touching my waist, there were four cold fireworks that I could no longer abuse. I took out a lighter from my pocket and called it up. The faint flames only shone a very small area. I found myself in a tomb passage, and the tomb passages were full of sea cockroaches. When the fire lit up, all sea cockroaches ran around like crazy.

I looked at the watch - the rules that have been developed for many years. Within 30 seconds, I quickly counted all the items on my body: 4 cold fireworks, 17 fluorescent sticks, 4 boxes of universal matches, 6 packs of compressed biscuits, more than 30 bullets, the big white dog legs are still there, but the beat is lost, and all other things are lost.

Looking back, all the way I came was blocked by mud. I unscrewed the handle of the big white dog's legs and took out a whistle from it. Just as I was about to blow it, I heard a very clear noise coming from the depths of the tomb passage, just like an underground market in front, but there was actually darkness in front of me without any light.

I thought about it and put down my whistle.
Chapter completed!