Like a fixed pulley, the rope passed through the copper chain to connect Dr. Lin and me. He sank silently in an instant, and then pulled the rope and surfaced: "Turn over and climb up, put the musket, steel knife and gloves on the chain.

In a tied plastic bag.”

I had a strange feeling of being hanged, and when I came to my senses, I turned over - the seemingly hard copper chain had been cut into two thirds, and the iron pestle had really been ground into a needle?!

The joy was beyond words, I got out of the backpack, cheered up and stepped forward with my legs curled up.

"First tie the rope into a knot on your body, heat the incision and blade with a lighter, and put on gloves to work."

I admired his perseverance and obediently dug out the tools as instructed, only to find that the gloves were brand new, and the knife handle and the cut on the copper chain were stained with blood.

"Did you cut your hand?"

"The blisters have popped." He urged me to start working quickly, "It'll be fine as long as you wear gloves."

"Why don't you wear it?"

"Only one pair."

I felt a long-awaited emotion in my heart. After my father left, I had lived alone for so long. I had already become accustomed to being ignored, excluded, and bullied. Even if he just wanted to use me to escape, I was still willing to enjoy this.

After a moment of consideration, maybe he is just an ordinary doctor who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

After several attempts, I finally mastered the use of the musket. With the help of high temperature, the copper was no longer as hard as expected, but as the ignition time took a little longer, the casing of the musket became too hot to hold.

The rubber gloves were so painful that I blew my breath away. You can imagine how difficult it was for Dr. Lin to be in direct contact for such a long time.

My technique is obviously not as smooth as Dr. Lin's, and the squeaking friction is more harsh and harsh. The alloy steel knife can indeed wear away the copper protection bit by bit under high temperatures, but the cutting point is very low, not to mention the soreness of my wrist, and the constant exertion of my fingers.

It gradually swelled up. I could only twist my neck with my scalp numb, hunched my waist, and endured, taking turns switching my hands to continue Dr. Lin's unfinished business.

The shell of the lighter had been severely deformed by the high temperature. Later, I almost squeezed the pieces together to squeeze out the last flame. The rubber gloves were full of holes, and I was like a robot and lost my ability to work.

Over time, gradually, the remaining links of the copper chain could almost be broken with great force.

I shook my blood-filled head and breathed a long sigh of relief: I actually conquered the bronze!

Dr. Lin, who was silent throughout the whole process, pulled up the rope and slowly floated to the side. The moment to witness the miracle was about to come!

I got back into my backpack, hung on the chain, and became a grasshopper on a line with Dr. Lin. I took a deep breath, turned over and tried my best to rub the last half centimeter of obstruction.

With the musket completely scrapped, this incredible cutting was almost completed! I pressed the ball hard and rotated it with my hands and feet - finally, I felt light and the copper ball slipped out, and in less than a second it was

It sank without a trace.

The upper flap vibrated a few times, and a few grains of sand fell out, but I was still holding Dr. Lin down, and the chain was only slightly raised a few centimeters.

"Hahahahaha!"

I almost cried with joy, hanging in the air and shaking all over. Dr. Lin's method and my efforts really worked. A huge sense of accomplishment washed over my body. This feeling was better than holding it in for three days to make a trigonometric function! I learned

The mouse looked like he was opening the mechanism, shouting "It's done! It's done!"

Dr. Lin lay down calmly, slowly floated back to my feet, and said calmly: "Get ready, I will cut the rope, and you will go up."

"Then what?"

"Find a fixed point, put down the rope, and I'll climb up."

In other words, the key to survival now only lies with me! I stared at the knot around his waist and asked maliciously: "What if I leave by myself?"

"No." He was not intimidated by me at all.

I thought to myself that I am quite reliable, so I asked smugly: "Do you trust me so much?"

"You don't have the strength to go to the end."

Now, the good impression I had finally had on him was shattered.

I put away my smile angrily, tied myself up tightly, and made an OK gesture with a depressed heart: "Let's do it."

The rope suddenly loosened, a buzzing friction sound was heard, and I was pulled up!

The stone slab I was tied to was tilted up high, and the earth covering the gaps in the trap was falling down! My eyes could see the majestic Phoenix Stone Gate in parallel. A few hours ago, we were sitting on the other side of the gate.

One side, but where is Brother Mouse and Monkey now? Where are Donghuang and the others?

Dr. Lin urged me to move more swiftly, and I responded impatiently, straightened my body and got out of the strap, followed the chain and turned over to the stone slab.

The situation in front of me gave me a clearer understanding of the design of the serial replica: our interference with the balance is a chain. The opening of this board also drives the front board. The two boards tilt in completely opposite directions. The mouse and the monkey

Brother must have fallen under the stone slab in front!

We should save people first. Dr. Lin can’t die, but the two brothers’ lives are still uncertain!

I gently slid towards the steep slope of a stone slab in front of me. With a height of 145cm and a weight of 35 kilograms, it was roughly equivalent to a mouse's entire bag of equipment and drinking water, and it would not cause the stone slab to flip over. I moved steadily to the

Next door, peel back the covering layer of soil on the surface, and a stone crack is exposed here. They should be underneath!

"Brother Mouse! Brother Monkey!" I shouted while using a flashlight to illuminate the bottom, silently praying in my heart that they would give me some strength so that they would not sink to the bottom of the body.

After waiting for a long time, there was no response, so I had to climb a few steps higher, lie down like a gecko, and try my best to stretch my head and look down:

They didn't backstroke hand in hand, but they weren't buried alive either. This wasn't an abyss of phlegm.

The same hidden arrows as those in the Phoenix Stone Gate were densely inserted into the ground. They pierced a bloody man, revealing sharp arrows.

...Don't do this...Don't do this! I stared at him blankly, unable to move.

He was lying on his stomach in the same position as me, but he was poked into fleshy lotus pods, and even his intestines were hanging out. He could hardly be called a person, it was simply a broken persimmon!

Three years ago, I was suddenly called to identify the body. My father's muffled face became a lifelong nightmare. I thought I could never bear such a stimulus again.

I quickly removed the flashlight beam, took a deep breath, calmed my exploded scalp, and held on to the edge to prevent myself from falling.

Fortunately, I couldn't see his bloody face, otherwise I might have fallen headlong!

But there is only one dead person below. Who is he? Brother Monkey or...mouse? From my perspective, I can’t see the whole picture below, and I can’t tell what kind of clothes this crimson piece of flesh is wearing.

I should be thankful that the phlegm trap is so gentle and Dr. Lin's persistent self-rescue is so reliable.

You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you die. When two people go down, there is only one body. Where is the other one? I stretched my neck and tried my best to avoid the rotten persimmons and search for other traces. Then I suddenly saw a flashlight specially designed for mice.

It is hanging on the tip of the arrow.

My heart skipped a beat, is the mouse dead?

I can't mistake that flashlight. He has been clearing the way at the front. The flashlight he uses is different from the rest of us. The lamp panel is very large and has many bulbs inside. It looks like a car's headlights when turned on. But now it's like a car headlight.

Quietly extinguished and hanging below.

The flashlights in the Donghuang team all have a small mahogany sword tied with a red rope. I know it is used to ward off evil spirits and bring good luck, so the always-cursing rat should be able to avoid danger and will not die so easily.

Drop it!

I rubbed my eyes and held my breath, and then turned my gaze to the corpse - the blood stained his clothes that were torn into strips, and I could vaguely see a vague pattern on the back of his exposed lotus pods.

There was a mouse tattooed on the mouse's back! I quickly compared the image of the tattoo in my mind with the corpse in front of me - although the flesh and blood were blurred and covered by rags, the general shape should be correct, especially that one

The slender rat tail avoided the penetration of the hidden arrow and stretched out from the gap in the tear in the clothes.

The mouse is dead!

It was completely unacceptable... I couldn't recover for a long time. I called Dr. Lin with a tearful voice, suppressed my nausea and crawled back to find him.

What he said is indeed correct. I really don’t have the strength to go down on my own. I am just an ordinary teenager with a childlike appearance. Even professional underground workers like Mouse are dead. How can I escape on my own? I

I didn't even dare to use a flashlight to illuminate the situation ahead. Let alone getting to the end, I didn't even have a chance of walking out of the stone corridor.

"Are they dead?" Dr. Lin was lying flat on his back with large fonts.

"One of them died! What a tragic death!" I opened my mouth and almost cried. I was about to describe the mouse's body. Suddenly, I felt a thrill all over my body and became alert: I can't let him know about the mouse's death!

There is only one corpse, and Brother Monkey should still be alive. If he knows that the dead person is a rat, then he and Brother Monkey are the same force going down. My existence is not only worthless for cooperation, but also a drag. He will not make it easy for me.

.

"who?"

"Brother Monkey is dead." I immediately changed my mind, "The traps ahead are all hidden arrows, and your accomplice Sun Dasheng was stabbed to death!"

He was silent for a while and asked: "Totally dead?"

"Yes! It's like a rotten persimmon, you can't save it."

"Where's the other one?"

I strengthened my tone: "He is very skilled, he should have escaped. The body must be Brother Monkey's!"

I didn’t think he would believe me so easily. After a pause, I remembered that Brother Monkey had a pistol hidden on his waist. I saw him flash it out for a second in front of the Phoenix Stone Gate!

"I saw a pistol on the body, but no one in our team has a gun, so I thought it could be you..."

"Okay, I get it, find a place to tie the rope, and I'll talk when I get up there." He exhaled and stopped me from talking any more.

My mind was in chaos, I threw off a bundle of long ropes, grabbed the end of the rope and squatted on the top of the raised stone slab. The only place that could hold him in place was the Phoenix Stone Gate. I jumped into the air and jumped onto the solid ground at the door.
Chapter completed!