The Dead Zone: Maya Stela - C65

The road ahead became wider. The three of them did not speak, only the sound of footsteps and the sound of water falling off the rocks.

This road led straight to the front, just like a normal underground passage, without even a mechanism.

I thought about that lotus flower again, and wondered what would happen if we really pressed that button.

Why was he interested? He guessed that if it really was a trap, then it would be a dead end for sure. If you were going to twist the pin out instead of poking it with something, you would definitely be standing under the lotus flower. No matter how fast you ran, you wouldn’t be able to run faster than the needle without a blind spot.

There is one thing I haven’t thought through, and I think it’s a little superfluous.

Wei Yuting saw that place before, why was there a small hole at the bottom? If it was the correct mechanism, then there shouldn’t be a hole.

“Of course it’s to kill off the invaders.” What was natural?

I shook my head. “This is not a tomb. There is no desire to kill an outsider. The ones he killed should be those ‘unselected, unplanned outsiders’. Otherwise, if these stone monuments were directly destroyed, there would be no point in spending so much manpower and resources. ”

“That seems to be true,” he said. “I think this is one of the differences between an outsider and a non-outsider. “You might not feel it, but I can see it clearly from below. Although the speed of the arrow is not slow, it was shot a little too late. Yu Ting dodged it in time, otherwise …”

I nodded my head. This was indeed the most understandable reason.

Why do you wave, “Don’t you guys feel that the smell is a little bad? There was something else. “” Intense, buzzing. ” I felt a little bad and saw a yellow smoke rise up in front of us, slowly and gradually enveloping us.

“With a hat!” I immediately put on my hat, and for a moment it was quiet. I breathed in the air in the oxygen tank. I calmed down. I had already brought Wei Yuting and myself. The three of them looked at each other, not knowing if they should continue moving forward or retreat.

I took small breaths, but there wasn’t much yellow smoke. I slowly moved behind us, heading back the way I came from.

It didn’t look like smoke, but more like …

When the yellow mist completely disappeared behind me, I immediately took off my hat and took a small breath. The pungent feeling had already disappeared.

The two of them mimicked each other, “Why are they dispersing so quickly?”

“It’s not smoke.” I replied, “This is insect fog.” He then went on to describe what had happened behind the maze. “I feel that although the color is different, it should be something else. What I saw there was black fog, and I didn’t notice you without breathing. But the whiskers there are blown by the wind. ”

“I think so. Just now, before I put on my hat, I heard the sound of wings rubbing against each other.”

“There’s still a way out ahead.” The yellow light had come from a small hole in a nearby stone pillar. In my mind, I instantly thought of the layer after layer of insects’ hard shells on the ground. I thought that there might be a wormhole beneath my feet. I could only crawl on the ground and pile layer after layer.

Thinking that there might be white eggs, I felt dizzy and nauseous. I felt my chest and nose itching, and I took another inhaler from the ventilator.

I don’t care if it’s not enough at the moment. Just sit here and get another one for me when they’re on their way.

I felt my nose itch more and more. Even my esophagus began to itch. With a “wow” sound, I spat out a pool of yellow. The suffocating feeling in her chest instantly disappeared.

What do you mean scared? I rubbed my chest and squatted down to take a look. My face turned green. “Buggy.”

“It should have just been inhaled.” My voice was still a little hoarse, but the thought of insects crawling through my esophagus and down my nasal passages made me retch again. I ran to the corner and spat out a pile of clear water, but it was no longer yellow.

What do you mean by rubbing your chest with Wei Yuting? With an expression of uncertainty, each of them took a deep breath of oxygen and started vomiting.

I estimated that Wei Yuting would even vomit bile before she stopped, so I hurriedly stopped her. She stood up straight, but her face was extremely pale, and there were still physical tears at the corners of her eyes.

Why did he hug her and comfort her softly?

The worms were all paralyzed in their vomit, but no one could tell whether they were alive or dead. The wings were clear, except for the color and shape, which was exactly the same as the ones I had seen before.

I have a headache.

The last time I entered the underground palace with the newbie archaeological team was completely unexpected. No one told me that it was only half a dime away from Maya, but the bugs look the same.

No such thing had been seen in Egypt, in the Pingji Mountains, or on the other side of Tzu Hsi Lake, and now here it was. Because they were not the same, the effects were also different?

What the hell was this? What does the underground have to do with Maya?

Why do I feel that coincidences don’t seem like coincidences anymore?

He took a bottle of water and handed it to me. I said thank you and drank a few mouthfuls, but I still felt that something was wrong.

Wei Yuting tidied herself up and said, “Let’s go. The road ahead looks quite long.”

It was quite long, and there was nothing at all. We were just as safe as before, and we didn’t dare relax a bit. I had my Swiss Army knife in my pocket with my right hand and my flashlight in my left.

It was finally a little different.

It wasn’t a door, it wasn’t a wall, but there was an obvious boundary.

The black paint on the walls was gone. There was a light fixture on both sides of the wall, connected by a black soft wire between each light fixture.

Wei Yuting whispered, “There’s still lamp oil inside.”

I struck a match and lit it. The first light went on, but it was dimmer than the flashlight. The soft wire that was connected to it immediately began to burn. I went to the lamp on the other side to see that the wick and the black thread were tied together.

As the black line passed by, the flames also followed. With a ‘puchi’, the flames of the second lamp rose.

“Formidable.” What was praise?

Puchi, puchi, puchi, puchi …

As he spoke, the oil lamps at the side lit up, the dim light of the lamps extending further than the flashlight did. The flames swayed slightly, and the orange light was very bright.

“Good.” Wei Yuting praised.

I lit up the other side as well, then turned off the flashlight.

The light dimmed, but the colors on both sides changed. Under the strong light of the flashlight, both sides were originally green in color. At this moment, he felt that his right side was a bit dimmer.

Wei Yuting said, “It shouldn’t be the wall, but the lights.”

“Lamp?” The third flame on the left is especially bright. ”

As I walked over, I realized that the third wall had been polished until it was smooth, but not flat. It was like the mirror from before, more similar to the cut surface of a diamond.

“We can gather light.” Wei Yuting said, “Is there anything else?” I shook my head.

What’s so special about this lamp? I turned on the flashlight and looked outside, but it was no different from any of the other lights.

I was just about to put out this lamp to see what was inside, when Wei Yuting suddenly covered her mouth and cried out softly. I turn to look at her, but her face is not startled but pleasantly surprised.

“We might try to turn the light down!”

She gave us a disdainful look. She twisted the arm of the lamp, and there was a click, and the arm was like a compass. She turned the lamp down easily, but the wick didn’t fall, just a few drops of wax at her feet.

A loud noise was heard from the depths of the tunnel, causing Wei Yuting to be overjoyed.

As we walked, I asked, “How do you know?”

“It’s not lamp oil here. It’s candles.” Wei Yuting said, “Or rather, it should be called wax oil. However, the wax here has already been formed into a lump. I compared the first piece with the second one, and the second one has four extra horns on it. It just happens to be stuck on the candle.”

“You’re amazing …” I praised.

Why does it feel so dramatic?

“My grandfather said it.” Wei Yuting said seriously, “Other than making lamps and seals, wax can also be used as a tool.” She let out a long sigh. “Wax torture.”