The Dead Zone: Maya Stela - C84

My father was the first to enter the room, but he could not step on the next step, much less step on it. Cold sweat the size of soybeans hung on his nose as he tottered.

Beneath his feet was mud. To be more precise, it was the black “fire oil” that they had previously stepped on. It was so sticky that he could not move at all. But this was not all. Right in front of that drop of cold sweat, a thread that had been painted a dark red shone brightly under the light of the flashlight.

The dark red thread seemed to be coated with a layer of oil or wax. Under the reflection of the light, it was translucent, and one could see the long and thin cotton thread in the middle.

My father did not dare to act for fear of bumping into a trap. The Song Family wanted to take a few steps back and break it. He was also worried that the interior would be blocked off.

My father backed away slowly, and it took a long time for his half of his body to straighten up.

My father let out a long breath, his whole body aching. This was the aftereffect of the earlier tension.

In this situation, who would dare to guarantee that they would be able to safely pass through?

The three of them lowered their heads and started sifting through the menu.

For the big ones, there are only three kinds — fly over, walk between them, crawl under the ground.

The first was simply a joke. There was no need to waste time discussing it.

Walking through the middle seemed easy, but in reality, it was extremely difficult. If the threads were sharp, they could take a person’s life if they weren’t careful. He didn’t have to worry about this as it would slow down. The thing that really made his heart tremble was what would happen if those lines were pulled. Another thing was that they did not know how to trigger this thread.

Judging by the scale of the silk-like hole in front of them, if they wanted to go through the center, they would have to come across strands of silk unless they were extremely weak. However, the distance between each thread was only a few centimeters. The position between the two cotton threads was constantly changing. Some of the holes were directly passed through, and there were some gaps that even acrobats could not guarantee that they would be able to pass through. If they had run into a problem, then so be it. With the situation where they had to move their bodies at will, it was impossible for the three of them to escape unscathed.

Then he could only climb up from the bottom.

This was the “possible trap” but “only possible” path that my father and Lin had agreed on.

My dad’s kick just now had sunk most of his shin into it, and there was a black patch on his pants that stuck to his pants. Most of my father’s calves were about three centimeters shorter than their bodies, and Lin Yemao had just noticed by the light of the flashlight that the lowest thread on the oil surface was seven centimeters away. The buffer between them was enough to let them pass safely.

This was the simplest summary, and they considered two accidents —

First, the liquid was wired and planted.

Second, the mechanism was placed in the liquid.

The three of them gritted their teeth for a long time, but there was only one answer — crawl over.

My father took the lead, checked the oxygen mask and the bound rubber suit, put on the mask and was ready to go. His body swayed left and right as he slowly crawled into the hole.

My father raised his head as high as he could above the surface of the water to prevent his head from receiving the liquid’s resistance as well as to prevent the flashlight from hanging over his head — two hands that would prop him forward in the black liquid without being able to reach him or shine on him. The only thing that came out of the oily surface was his head.

Although it was called crawling, in reality, it was more like he was moving over it bit by bit. The resistance made the distance that he could cover with a single step much longer.

Pay attention to both the front and the front and the bottom at the same time, sweat secreted on the lashes, heavy impact on the line of sight. His body was getting hotter and hotter, from hot to burning. Finally, my father felt that something was wrong. He felt pain on his back and felt a fire bubble under his clothes. The fire made him weak to the point that his nerves were on fire. Both his feet were on fire.