"Gemini, why do you look like this? We are all brothers, what do you mean? You two are so affectionate and cuddling, why can't you let Brother Hao join in? Besides, Brother Hao had a sauna when he came here, so

If it falls off, the hair will fall off as well?" This kid was still stubborn.

But he also knew that if he continued like this, not only would he not be safe, but it would also hurt both of us, so he quickly grabbed the rope and released my thigh.

I said: "It's definitely not a problem if this continues. The stalagmite above our head has to bear the weight of the three of us even if we explain it. After a while, let's swing a little harder to the mural opposite and use a mountaineering pick to see if we can dig it. Use a little more force.

Son!"

At this time, the three of them happened to swing to the stone wall on one side at the same time. They pushed hard with their feet and the rope rushed towards the opposite stone wall with our inertia. The three of them saw the opportunity and held the rope tightly with one hand.

With one hand, he took out the mountaineering pickaxe from his back and dug it in with all his strength. The head of the mountaineering pickaxe was polished to a shine, which was equivalent to being polished. It was made of alloy and was extremely hard. It clicked into place.

In the wall. At this time, the rope swings back to the opposite side again.

"Brothers and sisters, let's make a bet!"

When the rope of the penis-exploring claw swung back to the side of the mountaineering pick again, the three of them saw the opportunity and let go of their hands at the closest moment. They turned around and jumped over using the inertia of the rope, holding on tightly with both hands.

Got a mountaineering pickaxe.

I let out a long breath. Fortunately, the steel mouth of this mountaineering pick is good. No matter how good our timing is, it can be said that our luck is even better. If there is even the slightest mistake and we fall into boiling blood, it will be like falling into lava.

about there.

But then the problem came again. Meihui and I were fine, and it would be no problem to hold on for another hour, but Mouse was injured and did not dare to exert force on one arm. He was so tired that his forehead was sweating, and he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on for long.

Time.

"Gemini, it seems that I am going to die!"

I scolded him: "Shut your crow's mouth and stop barking if you don't understand! Ending your life means dying of old age. What you are calling is a violent death! I don't want to dream about your dead face every night when I go back.

Soon!"

I thought that since the boiling blood was used to prevent Captain Jin from being touched, it couldn't flow endlessly in the tomb passage, right? After a certain period of time, it would definitely seep into the ground along the cracks in the tomb or other drainage facilities. But only a little

I can't figure it out no matter how much I think about it. There is obviously no wall on the other side of the big four-legged bronze tripod, and the height of the ground is the same as this side. Why is it that the boiling blood is flowing to our side but nothing happens on the other side? Is it possible?

Did my eyes see it wrong?

At this time, I suddenly noticed a detail. The penis-finding claw rope we had just wrapped around the stalagmite above our head was still swinging left and right relying on its inertia. The lowest end of the rope was just submerged in the gushing blood, and then swung to the

When we were here, the tip of the rope was slightly exposed from the boiling blood. How could I see that there was no change in the small piece of rope tip? Not only was it not corroded by the boiling blood, but even the color did not change at all. I quickly took it with one hand.

I looked carefully through the telescope again, for fear that my eyesight, which I have always been proud of, was playing a big joke on me. But the magnified scene in the telescope was really bright, and the end of the rope was no different from usual, not even a drop of blood.

Not stained.

I suddenly thought of the scene that Mouse and I saw that night in the Crow Temple. The strange scene of the strange Manchu people dancing strangely around the bonfire outside the temple, and the bottle of Crow statue, which obviously had not changed at all.
Chapter completed!