Chapter 039 Attack

Usually, the best way to crack the mechanism under our feet is to walk close to the wall, but this open environment does not give us any conditions for support at all.

Unless a world-class long jumper comes to try, the whole body will "fly" through this seemingly disordered blue brick, but there is no room for error. If you step on the wrong brick, you may be shot into a porcupine.

Squatting in front of the first line of blue bricks, I glanced at it with my flashlight for a long time. The fat man was holding his breath waiting for my answer. In fact, I didn't have a clue.

From an abstract point of view, these blue bricks and gray stone look like half a game of Tetris.

Just waiting for new players to fill the vacancies.

If it is well filled, you can still survive. If you take a wrong step, you may be shot to death on the spot by rain arrows flying from any direction.

I was leaning on my chin and thinking, when suddenly I stepped on the brick closest to me.

The fat man was startled by my sudden move and subconsciously arched his body, trying to resist the incoming arrows.

But after waiting for seven or eight seconds, nothing unusual happened around him. The fat man slowly straightened up and shouted: "What the hell! Kick me in the cold without even saying hello! Hey... No, you are this......"

I laugh while saying nothing.

Seeing my smile, Fatty probably understood. I must have seen some pattern and found a way to solve it.

"If you have a trick, just tell me and I'll try it out." The fat man urged me to act quickly. From the look on his face, he seemed to feel a little uncomfortable.

For me personally, I really don’t like the behavior of showing off. People who are quick should speak quickly, and those who complain deserve to be slapped.

I also suddenly came up with the solution. Of course, it all benefited from my familiar reading of "The Universe in the Tomb".

The step I took just now was very particular.

There are nine steps in Ding Palace, only eight steps. It is a surface formation. It is recorded in the mechanism formation chapter of "Qiankun in the Tomb".

I counted the number of blue bricks and stones in front of me, no more than forty-three. It fully complies with the specifications of the "Batading Palace Formation".

If you want to crack this method, you must avoid the number four, that is, the number on the left cannot be the fourth piece, the number on the right cannot be the fourth piece, and the number four cannot be included when counting from front to back, left, and right.

According to this rule, it seems that there are many paths to choose from, but in fact there are only two or three. And if you count the wrong level, all your previous efforts will be wasted and you will die without a burial place.

I led the way. Although I was already confident, every time I put my foot down, I felt like it was weighing a thousand pounds. If I put my foot down too fast, I would be afraid that I would make a mistake. If I put it down slowly, it would be very painful.

One step at a time, you raise your head three times, and five times you look back.

The fat man who was not good at math kept interrupting.

"Old Cao, are you counting the right side correctly? If you don't count anymore, we will have two hurdles ahead. If we take another step, we can reach the main hall door."

I told the fat man to shut up: "If you don't fucking help, don't interrupt me when I'm counting, damn it. Where did you count to the left just now ?"

After jumping for more than ten steps, I was already covered in cold sweat. Seeing me counting again and wiping the sweat from my forehead, the fat man started to panic and said to me quickly: "Lei's job is really not easy to do this time. I mean, how about we take a break?”

I didn't have time to talk to him, we were just taking the last few steps, and now our position was like a camouflaged plum blossom pile. Each correct piece of bluestone corresponds to a plum blossom pile, and if there is a slight mistake, it will fall to pieces.

I continued to silently count the left and right order of the last two blue bricks, and only said one sentence: "Don't distract me, stay on the bricks I just stepped on. My third brother is now on the edge of the cliff. , no one can make mistakes!”

But before I finished speaking, I suddenly felt a shock on the sole of my foot, followed by a crisp sound from the ground. Then there was a scream from the fat man.

I secretly screamed! Did I make a miscalculation? Stepped on the trap by mistake? Was the fat man the first to be hit?

I lamented in my heart and quickly looked back, only to see a big hole in the gray stone slab under the fat man's left foot, and he was looking at me with a panicked look on his face.

The fat man's behavior almost made me change my pants. I was so angry that I forgot why no arrows were fired.

I yelled at him: "You bastard is wearing pants, don't you know which leg to stretch?"

The fat man panicked and quickly explained: "I don't know what happened to my leg, but it hurts so much! I just took off my strength, I really can't help it..."

Everything happened in a flash of lightning. Long Wu's eyes had changed. He raised the hilt of the knife and laid it under the fat man's armpit. It was Long Wu's timely action that prevented the fat man from falling completely on the gray stone.

I told the fat man not to move, and I stepped back carefully. Cooperating with Long Wu, the two of them worked together to pull the fat man back to his normal position.

The fat man's expression was still painful. I quickly asked him what was wrong, and he said he didn't know. He just felt an excruciating pain in his left calf and couldn't exert any strength at all.

I used my flashlight to shine on the hole that the fat man stepped on, and I saw an arrow tail about ten centimeters protruding from the bottom. The arrowhead had been broken.

I couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, because the sharp arrow had already pierced the sole of the fat man's foot. If it was poisonous, the fat man would definitely say Goodbye today.

I remembered what I heard when I went shopping for goods at a construction site. If workers are not careful, they can easily step on nails at the construction site.

Some of the nails were extremely rusty, and the rust penetrated into the soles of the feet. Tetanus was necessary, otherwise one's life would not be saved.

Even if these thousands of years of arrows are not poisoned, the rotten rust spots on them are hundreds of times more powerful than the rust on steel nails.

But where would we prepare things like tetanus when exploring ancient tombs? The only medicines we carry are some antibiotics and trauma drugs.

Under this situation, I couldn't help but curse in my heart. I was so unlucky that I couldn't even drink cold water without filling my teeth.

So what if I cracked the Badading Palace Formation, Fatty's life is still not guaranteed.

Just when I was lamenting and melancholy, Long Wu suddenly said: "He didn't step on the arrow, so it was a broken arrow."

I saw that the fat man had been covering the front of his calf, and there was really no pain in the sole of his foot, and I felt ecstatic in my heart.

I asked the fat man: "Can we still leave? Throw your backpack to me!"

Seeing that the fat man's face was still in pain and he was noncommittal, I quickly counted the remaining two green bricks, and finally stepped on the stone steps in front of the main hall, and finally let go of my hanging heart.

Just now, I wanted to grab the fat man's clothes with my hands and drag him over, but I thought it was too risky. I might as well let the fat man hold on and find the safest way.

I stood in a safe area and shouted to the fat man, asking him to throw his backpack to me. But when I looked sideways, I saw Long Wu staring at the broken arrow pit. I looked at him with sharp eyes, so cold. horrible.

I continued to let the fat man throw the bag to me, and then I acted as a support and carried them to safety one by one.

I was thinking to myself, why did Long Wu's eyes when he was staring at the broken arrow suddenly change? He seemed to be remembering something.

Could it be that the crossbow arrows that were not fully fired were in disrepair? But how could the most important arrow part be lost?

Before he could think about this carefully, he was already distracted by the fat man's howling.

I have never seen a fat man cry out like this. He must have endured it during the machine formation just now.

I knew that he was definitely not pretending to be in pain. He was not afraid that I would blame him, so he deliberately showed it to me.

I held his hand and asked him, "Where does it hurt?"

There was sweat on the fat man's forehead, and he nodded to me: "It hurts more and more!"

Suddenly I remembered that the fat man had asked me about this when I was crawling in the cave. At that time, he said that his calf hurt a little and whether he had hit something while climbing, and asked me to check carefully.

Since I didn't find anything abnormal, I didn't take it seriously at the time. Now that I think about it, could it be that he was injured at that time, but now it's serious?

Thinking about it, I slowly rolled up his trouser legs, shined the flashlight on him, and just took a look. I immediately took a few breaths of cold air and didn't know where to put my hands.

I couldn't help but exclaim: "Why do you have the same symptoms as the third child!"

After exclaiming, I turned around suddenly and saw a head with horns flashing past the palace door, and quickly retracted into the stone door.

I was shocked by this sudden change. When I looked at Long Wu again, he was also staring at the stone door, his eyes were cold and terrifying.

When they were pulled up just now, there were dozens of tiny white hairs on the fat man's legs, but as soon as they saw the light, the white hairs seemed to be alive and suddenly penetrated into the skin.

Where the white hair gathered, a small piece of black stuff, like a sharp stone, was embedded in the fat man's calf. With the stone as the center, the surrounding palm-sized skin began to become transparent, and the blood vessels inside could be clearly seen. He was actually poisoned by the same poison as Long Wu!

The fat man was dumbfounded. He looked at me and I looked at him. He didn’t know what to say and just kept swallowing his saliva.

I also swallowed hard and sweat was already visible on my forehead. I slowly approached the "pebble" and was about to help the fat man take it off, but Long Wu got there first. As soon as the cold light appeared, he picked out the "pebble" with the tip of his knife, then put it to his nose and smelled it carefully.

A small red pit was left on the fat man's leg. The white hair that had just been drilled in was exposed for a moment, and then drilled deeper.

Long Wu "sniffed" the stone and raised his brows repeatedly. He suddenly turned cold and said to us: "I seem to have been here before! The injury on my hand may be related to this arrow fragment!"

I didn't understand the meaning of Long Wu's words for a while. After thinking about it carefully, I came up with a bold idea.

Long Wu had visited this ancient tomb before and had triggered the mechanism here. The arrow pierced his palm but could not be completely taken out.

Moreover, he escaped from the cave at the time. His hand was injured, and the fragments of the arrow he took out were left in the cave and were rubbed by the fat man.

The transparency of his and Fatty's skin is related to the strange poison carried on the arrows.

But why is it necessary to smear this chronic poison on arrowheads to make people's bodies slowly become transparent? This cannot kill the uninvited guests who come to fight in a very short time, nor can it prevent his resting place from being disturbed.

I recalled again, three months ago, when Long Wu saw me for the first time, he was holding the mummy head in his hand. Was that shriveled head also chopped off in this tomb? Whose could it be?

His thoughts were confused, and some links were disconnected. He suddenly felt like a strong hand had cracked his skull open, and he had a splitting headache.

For a moment, I really couldn’t figure it out. There are black poisons out there that can seal one’s throat when exposed to blood, and there are also dragon-horned red-tailed moth poisons that will kill if touched. Why should we use this chronic poison?

But no matter what. Now that another person has been poisoned by a strange poison, the top priority is to find an antidote together.

The fat man was stunned for a long time, and then he hurriedly said to Long Wu: "Lao San, it's great that you can remember it. If you have really been here, think about where the antidote is? Also, what about the Longquan Picture? Mark it on that?"

Long Wu returned to being indifferent, shook his head and said: "I only remember these. If you keep going, you may be able to remember more."

Perhaps because Long Wu, a "late-stage" patient, was in front of him, the fat man who was poisoned by the strange poison calmed down, seeming to think that the transparency of his skin was only temporary. After all, the answer might be right in front of him.