Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

The barrage of the live broadcast caused the hairs on Hanzhe's body to rise in an instant, and he quickly turned his head and looked behind him. I saw that the wall of fire behind me didn't know when it started to go out again. The flame was already very weak, and it was about to go out.

At the same time, those corpses were already eager to try, and many of them even climbed onto the side wall, just about to rush over.

"F*ck!"

Seeing this scene, Hanzhe couldn't help but explode directly. He never thought that propane fuel burned so fast after it volatilized into the air.

However, he has no other way at the moment. Seeing that the worm tide was about to pounce on, the cold rut did not turn and leave, but rushed directly towards the wall of fire.

At this moment, the speed of the cold rut has almost reached its limit. While running wildly, his hands went down and picked up the last two bottles of fuel on the ground, and then he couldn't even unscrew the bottle cap, and threw it directly into the fire with all his strength.

Propane fuel was packed in glass bottles, and under the full force of the cold rut, the bottles fell to the ground.

Bang!

Accompanied by the sound of two broken glass, two bottles of fuel swayed all over the fire. The flame that was about to be extinguished was replenished with fuel and turned into a raging fire again.

Suddenly, the corpses that were about to rush back straight back. The insects crawling on the wall were also directly burned down and turned into flame fuel.

But the next moment, Hanzhe didn't even look at it, turned around and rushed towards the end wall not far away.

Came to the wall quickly, Hanzhe inserted the dagger tied with a rope into the gap in the wall forcefully, and then smashed all the blades in with the Luoyang shovel. After the dagger was fixed, he quickly and skillfully bolted the other end of the rope to his waist.

The purpose of this is to ensure that the first time the flood rushes in, so that he will not be carried by the flood and hit the wall. After avoiding the flood vent, he can untie the rope and swim to the stairs.

As for how to avoid the group of corpses, just dive into the water.

After finishing all this, Hanzhe glanced at the hole above his head and jumped into it.

The entrance of the cave is about half a meter wide, and the cold rut must be curled up to get in. Fortunately, Hanzhe had such experience of crawling forward. As his shoulders continued to push up, after a minute, he finally got in.

Looking up, with the help of the flashlight, I can vaguely see that two meters above his head, something is blocking the way.

As a result, Hanzhe immediately climbed up. But the day was unsuccessful, and when he found the goal in the cold track, the audience in the live broadcast room saw the situation behind him again.

Since the audience has a holographic perspective, they cannot see behind them, but they can see very clearly. Under the high-definition picture quality of the live broadcast room, I saw a corpse crawling along the top of the tunnel that could not be burned by the fire wall.

And because the cold rut just spilled fuel on the ground and the walls on both sides, those corpses were not afraid of being burned.

"Fuck! Anchor, the corpse is catching up!"

"F*ck! These things are lingering, TM is going to kill people!"

"Hurry up! Speed ​​up the action, anchor! The corpse is crawling along the top of the wall! Don't be afraid of the fire!"

Seeing the barrage in the live broadcast room, the cold sweat of the cold rut fell instantly. But at this moment, he has nothing to do. The only thing he can do right now is to do his best to open the stones in the tunnel before the corpse catches up.

Thinking of this, how dare you waste time on the spot, stepping up desperately under your feet, a little closer to the top stones. At this moment, because the audience in the live broadcast room can clearly see the distance of the corpse, they have anxiously grasped their scalps.

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"

At this moment, Hanzhe was also anxious, but the more it was this time, the less he dared to show the slightest panic. In the unlikely event of a panic and a slippery step, it's all over.

Finally, with almost full force in the cold rut, he finally touched the edge of the stone. Looking up, I saw that in front of him, there was a bluestone slab with a square measuring ruler, blocking the well water above.

After seeing the slate, I found the target in a humble way. Regardless of being noticed by the audience, apart from anything else, he directly took out the Ya Jiujin from the space. Then turned the blade, grabbed a protruding rock in the tunnel with his left hand, align the tip of the sword with the center of the stone slab with his left hand, and poke upward with all his strength.

Cang!

With the sound of gold and iron, Ya Jiujian pierced the stone slab into a groove half a finger deep. Unfortunately, the slate was not pierced.

Seeing this scene, Hanzhe immediately made a chuckle in his heart. He had guessed that this stone slab should be at least half a foot thick. Only with this thickness can it hold back tons of floodwater.

But even if it is half a foot thick, Crow Jiujian can definitely pierce it. However, it takes a lot of effort. So, without saying anything, he squeezed the Crow Nine Sword, and continued to poke upwards.

Cang! Cang!

For a time, sparks continued to shoot, and as the rut hits the same spot every time, the groove on it gets deeper and deeper. But time is waiting for no one, and the audience in the live broadcast room exclaimed again in the next second.

"Anchor! Alright, no! Hurry up, the corpse is coming in!"

"F*ck! These things have found the location of the anchor, and I'm coming over soon!"

"It's over! The anchor is dead!"

There is no need to look at the barrage in the live broadcast room, since Hanzhe already knows that the corpse is coming. Because at this moment, he could even hear the keyboard tapping from outside the cave. There is no doubt that the corpses must have crawled to the end of the tunnel.

Even, it was about to climb on his feet.

But the more at this time, the less he knew that he couldn't be confused because of his anxiety. As a result, he almost desperately suppressed the tension in his heart, then grasped the hilt of the sword and continued to jab upward.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Drive me!"

As the cold rut kept shouting, Ya Jiujian poked the stone slab time and time again. And in the next second, as the cold rut used all of his strength, Ya Jiujian's blade finally pierced the stone slab.

Gacha!

With the sound of brick breaking, Ya Jiujin immediately penetrated the stone slab. And then, under the flood gravity of tons on top of the slab, the slab was finally overwhelmed and shattered.

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