No feeling of touch, no feeling of pain...

Brother Yaozi acted very obliviously, until blood beads rolled down his eyebrows, and a few of us stared at him with strange expressions, then he wiped it numbly, and then looked at the blood on the palms of his hands. , the pupils contracted slightly...

Only then did he realize what kind of danger he had just encountered, and immediately took a few steps back.

The wound on his face was not shallow, it wasn't as simple as a broken layer of oily skin. The flesh was slightly turned out, and blood flowed profusely. Zhang Xinya quickly took out a piece of gauze to help him press the wound, and then asked with lingering fear: "What is that thing?" ?”

Several flashlights shined forward in unison, but there was still nothing in front of them.

I was the only one who saw that fleeting silver light. After thinking about it for a moment, I swung the flashlight.

Sure enough, when the light beam moved, the silver light appeared again, just like the cold light that flashed away when the sword was drawn.

This time I grasped the exact position, reached out and pulled the Tianguan Blade there a few times, and it was obvious that I had picked something. I could hear a vague "buzzing" sound, which was probably the same as the sound of mosquitoes flying. There was a big difference. I hooked the thing with the Tianguan Blade and pulled it back hard. Not only did it not break, but I was staggered and kept retreating. If Wushuang hadn't stopped me in time, I might have been killed. It's going to be a big fall.

“Let me take a look!!”

Lao Bai thought for a while and grabbed a handful of fried noodles from the pocket of his backpack. This thing is just some sorghum noodles, soybean flour, flour, mixed with other whole grains and fried directly. It has a special taste, but it is definitely not fried. It's so delicious that it can spurt out from your nostrils when you choke, but if you can't hold it back, you can easily eat it dry with some granulated sugar, or mix it with water to make a paste. When you eat it, it's stronger than Guanyin soil in your stomach. It's our dry food. Having the experience of being trapped in a tomb and almost starving to death, I would always prepare some supplies every time I came out. This was purely Brother Yaozi’s idea. One year when he was trapped in a tomb, three kilograms of fried noodles lasted him for two. It took more than ten days until several colleagues dug up the landslide and got him out...

At this moment, Lao Bai's method was simple. He grabbed the fried noodles and threw them forward. For a moment, the fried noodles were like yellow dust, choking and making several of us cough.

After calming down for a while, I saw a few thin threads stained with fried noodles at the entrance of the corridor.

This thread is similar to hair, almost completely transparent, and difficult to detect with the naked eye even if it is close at hand.

Probably thinking of Brother Yaozi's experience, Wushuang put the air-dried beef in his hand against the silk thread and pushed it forward gently. The air-dried beef that was hard on the teeth was cut off in an instant, and the incision was smoother than a guillotine!

This scene is horrifying to think about.

Brother Yaozi was so frightened that he exclaimed: "What a sinister arrangement. If I had bumped into it just now..."

I counted, and there were probably dozens of silk threads lying across the front. With the sharpness and tenacity of this thing, if the kite brother had just hit it directly, he would have been cut into more than a dozen pieces immediately!

"Is this...an anti-theft measure?"

Lao Bai turned to look at me.

"There is a similar method!"

While studying these threads carefully, I said casually: "In ancient times, the strings of pianos were made of silk. These silks were all specially made. The production process was very complicated, so they were extremely tough, so someone made

Use the strings of the piano to make a net, as thin and dense as a fishing net, and then use this thing to make a murder trap in the tomb. In fact, it is similar to many traps for hunting wild animals. If someone accidentally steps on it, the silk net will be

The person will be hung up, and the silk will be entangled with the person, making the person immobile and unable to pull out the knife on his body to cut through the silk net. Then he can only watch the thin silk net.

It was embedded bit by bit into my own flesh, and the more I struggled, the more painful it became. It was no better than being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts.

This method was first used as a kind of torture and was very popular among the nobles of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. Later, it was introduced into tombs by many people.

However...it itself is actually immature and ignores a crucial point - time!

How can something like silk be preserved for hundreds of years because it is protein itself? Therefore, this kind of mechanism can only exist for a short period of time. Once hundreds of years have passed, it will basically be ineffective and it doesn’t make much sense!”

While I was talking, I had already used the Tianguan Blade to pick up the silk thread in front of me and study it thoroughly.

"It doesn't look like it was designed by man."

I shook my head.

The texture of these silk threads is a bit like transparent plastic. It can also be understood that it is similar to silk, except that it is tougher and has high strength. It is much tougher than steel wire. It is sealed in the hole and messy. In my opinion, it does not look like it is specially designed to trap harm.

It was made by man. If I were asked to use such materials to design, I would never seal the cave entrance like this. I would place hammers here and there and sticks here and there. As long as I dare to go forward, I will definitely die!

"Since it wasn't made by humans, it must be something else."

I said to myself: "It seems that our speculation is correct. The peasant rebel army did dig something extraordinary underground. These silk threads should be left by this thing. The cave in front...

…That’s its lair!!”

Lao Bai muttered: "Could it be a big spider?"

I shook my head. I didn’t have any confirmation. There are many things that can make toast, not just spiders. Which spider can spit out something sharper than thin steel wire?

"What on earth is it?"

Lao Baiwu whispered to himself.

Obviously, this is destined to be a question without an answer.

Brother Yaozi pulled out his short knife and tried to cut the threads sealing the hole. The knife stabbed back and forth, and the sound of "crack-crack" could not be heard, but the threads could not be cut.

Wushuang picked up the Mo Dao and slashed forward with a bang. As a result, the Mo Dao was bounced back and almost sprained his hand.

The toughness of this thing refreshes our understanding time and time again...

Seeing that there was nothing I could do, I thought about it and thought that the texture of this thing was similar to silk, so I took out a lighter and toasted it for a while.

The knife's helpless silk thread broke with a "click" and burned a lot, giving off a smell like hair being set on fire...

"It's really something vomited by some kind of creature."

Brother Yaozi's face was not very pretty, probably because he thought what he had experienced today was too evil.

After finding the right method, I cleaned up the silk threads at the entrance of the corridor in a short time.

After encountering such an incident, we became extra cautious. After stepping into the wide underground cave ahead, Brother Yaozi and Wushuang immediately stood guard. Lao Bai was responsible for splashing fried noodles and looking for those transparent threads.

The cave is empty, and there is nothing dormant here, but there are a lot of silk threads. If you throw some fried noodles over it, you can clearly see that the stalagmites are covered with such things, but there are not many in front of us.

The fried noodles are flying everywhere, and the threads have nowhere to hide.

When I used a lighter to burn a piece of silk lying in front of me, there was a "pop" sound, and the flames on the lighter instantly turned into a blowtorch. The hot air burned my face and hurt!

Zhang Xinya was startled, and exclaimed "Oh my God". Seeing that the flames that were spraying high retreated and disappeared, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Be careful, can't you wait for the fried noodle powder to fall before starting the fire?"

Zhang Xinya glanced sideways at me and cursed like fried beans: "Have you never been to school? Don't you know what a dust explosion is? Just like that, you almost blew all of us up.

!!”

After saying this, she glanced at the lighter in my hand, and her eyelids twitched wildly. She probably felt that the source of the fire was really scary in the hands of an illiterate like me, just like the controller of a remote-controlled bomb was placed in the hands of an epileptic patient.

It's the same in the hand, who knows when the other party will take it, and send them all to see the Lord of Hell.

So, she unceremoniously took away the lighter and gave me the flashlight!

"hiss!"

The flashlight was as hot as a roasted potato that had just been pulled out of the fire. It was so hot that the palm of my hand hurt. I weighed it in my hand a few times. I couldn't hold it anymore, so I threw it out and fell into the water of the cave.

It went out suddenly with a "pop".

Not only me, but also the flashlights in the hands of Brother Yao Zi and others. They were inexplicably hot. When I screamed in pain, the light bulb inside flickered on and off, and soon exploded!

“Get together!!”
Chapter completed!