At this moment, I'm dizzy and feeling unwell all over, to the point where I want to bang my head against a wall. Whether there's a smell of urine or not, I just can't tell anymore.

  Then I wrapped the other two pieces of cloth around the mouths and noses of passerby A and the German beauty, and I don't know if this method really works. After a short while, my lost sense of smell suddenly came back, and the urine smell rushed into my nostrils. This smell stimulated me, and my brain was like it had been given a refreshing agent, and my consciousness began to recover. Even my hands had some strength again.

  I don't know if it's really useful or just a psychological effect on me.

  It has to be admitted that the psychological effect of human beings is a very powerful ability. The simplest example is that there are two cancer patients in the same situation, and the one with a positive attitude will unexpectedly live longer because he is always giving himself psychological hints: I am very healthy, my body is great, cancer is nothing big, I believe in medicine.

  At this moment, I couldn't care less if it's psychological or not, I quickly went to shake off Route Man A and the German beauty. I'm already unable to think for myself now, and I don't know how long this equipment package can hold out either. Just thinking about being dragged into the hole by those four eyes makes me slap myself in the face, with a crisp slapping sound.

  This slap awakened me from my self-reproach. I clearly realized that now was not the time for remorse, and if we didn't take action, all three of us would end up dead.

  This stone room has toxic gas that can't be dispersed, and we can't stay here for long. The only exit is filled with corpses. All that's left is to try to find another mechanism, but I also feel that this hope is too slim. If it weren't for the numerous times I've had to survive in desperate situations over the past two years, I would have almost given up myself.

  At this time, passerby A suddenly coughed and seemed to wake up. He then moved and obviously felt uncomfortable with his current posture, wanting to change it. I quickly pressed him down and panted: "Don't move, you're pressing on something, there's a corpse."

  Passerby A seemed to be poisoned as well, and after a while, he lowered his head to look at the equipment package he was pressing down on. He let out a weak "uh" sound, then obediently lay still on the spot, not moving at all.

  I saw that although there was no blood flowing from his shoulder, the wound was still a mess of blood and flesh. If this goes on, it will definitely get infected. I don't know if there's any medicine left in the equipment pack. I used my dagger to cut open one side of the equipment pack, and after feeling around inside, I found that there were still several heavy guns and ammunition left, probably because Old Sun couldn't carry them all by himself, so he chose to take only the light equipment.

  There were still some anti-inflammatory powder and water left in the medicine box. At this moment, I couldn't care about conserving water sources. If I couldn't get out of this stone room, I would die sooner or later anyway.

  I rinsed the wound of passerby A with water, only to find that it seemed to be stabbed by a dagger. At that time, passerby A had been poisoned, and Xiaolongnu and I all fainted. With passerby A's personality, he would not sit back and wait for death. He must have fought a fierce battle with old Sun, but judging from the look of it, he was also badly defeated by old Sun this time.

  After treating passerby A's wound, I pointed to that wall and said: "I think the mechanism is in that place, but the thing that activates the mechanism was taken away by Old Sun."

  Passerby A hummed and said, "Look for it, there's a blue bottle of injection in the medical kit." I didn't know what he meant, but this person was indeed stronger than me. At this moment when everyone's life was at stake, personal grudges should be put aside temporarily. I immediately went to dig through my equipment bag, and inside were some injections, but they were all broken, and there wasn't any blue bottle.

  He shook his head, his mouth twitched and he cursed: "I must kill him." As expected, the injection I was looking for was probably taken away by Sun.

  Xiao Long Nu is still unconscious, and now our only source of light is the flashlight that was thrown into the corner during the fight. The light is dim and flickers on and off, and we don't know when it will run out of power.

  I looked at passerby A, who didn't seem to have any solution either, so I sighed, grasped the dagger, and stumbled towards the relief sculpture, determined to poke every suspicious spot.

  At the time of Xu, passerby A seemed to have just reacted and realized that something was wrapped around his mouth and nose. He cursed loudly and immediately got up, threw the German beauty onto his backpack and pressed it down, walking towards me.

  At this time I was almost exhausted, and after poking for a while, I slumped down and sat in the corner of the wall, almost losing all hope.

  Most people have a dependent mentality, when there is someone stronger than themselves around, they will give up thinking. Now, even passerby A has no way to think of it, I almost despair.

  Finally, both of us leaned against the stone wall panting. The man surnamed Qi looked strange at this moment, with sunglasses covering the top half of his face and a cloth wrapped around the bottom half, making it almost impossible to see any skin on his face. He was injured and had lost too much blood. Leaning against the wall for not long, his breathing gradually became heavier, sitting motionless in place. I had a feeling that he would pass out forever like this.

  Watching him slowly lose his life, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair and think that it might be my turn next.

  I weakly kicked him with my foot, but Mr. Qi didn't react. Then, my consciousness also became increasingly blurred. In a daze, I subconsciously thought that TV dramas were indeed deceiving - this thing was useless, and it even made me wear a diaper on my face before I died.

  Just as I subconsciously pulled the cloth off my face, the flashlight in the corner of the wall finally went out, and the entire stone room fell into a deep darkness. In the darkness, there seemed to be some crawling sounds. I knew it was those corpses, they hadn't given up yet, and were still constantly pushing against that equipment pack. It's estimated that it won't take long for them to succeed.

  Just as my consciousness was blurry and my brain had stopped working, my arm was suddenly pulled, followed by a sharp pain like a needle injection spreading along my arm, as if some liquid had been injected.

  I opened my eyes and couldn't see who it was in the darkness, but I could guess that there was only one person who would do this - Lù Rén Jiǎ.

  Judging from the sound, he seemed to be kneeling in front of me, his breathing was very heavy, pulling my arm, injecting something. Then, that needle-stabbing feeling disappeared, but not long after, I felt a heat all over my body, as if I were in a furnace, and my physical strength gradually recovered. At this time, I heard Mr. Qi say: "This medicine won't last for long, let's hurry up to find the exit."

  I don't know what he injected me with, but I'm now like I've taken a stimulant.

  No!

  This is even more intense than doping, as all the muscles in my body are burning hot, as if there's infinite power about to burst out. I'm so excited that I want to scream loudly, and almost instantly, I jump up from the ground with a strong urge to fight someone fiercely.

  Suppressing my intense reaction, I realized this was abnormal. That damned passerby A, what did he inject me with? From his previous words, this kind of injection can stimulate the human body's potential, similar to stimulants or morphine, hopefully there won't be any aftereffects.

  I was just about to ask him what to do next, when a faint light suddenly appeared in the darkness. The German beauty's face was bright red, and she was holding a small flashlight in her hand, still in her original pose, leaning on the equipment bag, covering the hole. At this time, she was panting heavily, her eyes shining like a ball of fire, apparently, this person had also been harmed by passerby A.

  I went to see Mr. Qi, he stood upright with his shoulders straight, the wound on his shoulder seemed non-existent, quietly wearing gloves, as soon as I saw this action, I knew that this person was really furious.

  Passerby A put on his gloves and made a gesture to the German beauty, seemingly telling her not to light up the flashlight. Soon, the stone room fell into darkness again. At this moment, I suddenly found that in the corner of the wall, something seemed to be glowing, with a green glow, somewhat like fireflies, but it was obviously impossible for there to be any fireflies in such a place.

  What is that thing? Why didn't we discover it before?

  Right after that, I heard footsteps and it seemed like Passerby A was walking towards the glowing place. I couldn't help but follow him. The closer we got to the corner of the wall, the more eye-catching the glow became. Finally, I saw clearly that it was the stone wall at the corner that was glowing. Just as I was about to crouch down to take a closer look, the German beauty suddenly lit up her flashlight again and exclaimed: "They're out."

  I was startled and turned my head to see that from under the equipment bag, a withered purple hand had squeezed out and was crawling up the bag, preparing to grab the German beauty who was climbing on top.

  Passerby A had already crouched down, and as the German beauty's flashlight lit up, the glow in the corner of the wall suddenly disappeared. He let out an impatient sound from his mouth, stood up towards the German beauty, and immediately grabbed that arm, five fingers closed together, only to hear a loud "slap" sound, that palm was broken at the same time. The extremely violent sound actually stimulated me to become even more excited.

  I didn't think much, immediately ran to the equipment bag, pulled out the big shotgun inside, directly picked up the German beauty, and then kicked open the equipment bag with one foot, crouched down holding the shotgun, and directly swept towards the cave entrance.

  There were countless arms gathered there, almost squeezing the hole wall to the point of being water-tight. I didn't need to aim at all, pointing at the hole and firing with all my might, the shell casing burst out, rebounding on my face, but I couldn't feel any pain, not even that slight stinging sensation, which instead made me more excited, every drop of blood in my body was boiling.

  I know this state is not right, but I don't know what's going on. As soon as I hear the sound of gunfire, it's like I have OCD or something, and I get so excited that I just can't stop.

  At this time, passerby A clicked his tongue and said, "The medicine seems to have been given too much." I was excitedly firing the gun while holding back the urge to curse, what the hell did they inject me with, why am I now like a destructive god, unable to control myself whenever I think of violent things.

  Right after that, passerby A seemed to think I was not right either, suddenly stretched out his hand and touched my forehead, immediately afterwards I heard him take a deep breath in reverse, muttering: "It's all over, if it goes on like this, you'll definitely become stupid."

  At this moment, I don't even have the mood to scold my mother. Not only am I stupid, but I feel like I've become a meat grinder. Looking at those rotten pieces of flesh flying out from the hole, I'm so excited that I can't help myself. At first, my brain could still think, but in the end, it was all about killing people, fighting, and blood splashing everywhere. My brain felt like it had been electrocuted, and I could feel my own cerebral cortex jumping violently.

  Right after that, the gun in my hand was snatched away by passerby A. At this time, the hands of those corpses at the entrance had already become a mess of rotten flesh. He grabbed my gun and I lost control, rushing forward to try to grab it back. I was furious and knew that such an action was stupid, but I couldn't help myself.

  Pedestrian A was knocked to the ground by me, and it seemed that he had moved the wound on his body. I heard him grunt, and then Pedestrian A threw the gun in his hand to the German beauty on the other side. I immediately turned around to grab it, but as soon as I turned my head, a dull pain suddenly came from the back of my neck, and then I didn't know anything else.

  Before passing out, I seemed to hear the voice of passerby A muttering to himself: "The medicine seems to have been used too much, and if this continues, my brain may become stupid."

  I will kill you one day.

  Before I fainted, my mind was filled with the image of myself becoming an idiot, drooling, giggling foolishly, and defecating everywhere. This scene was more terrifying than anything that had happened to me. Good heavens, did I really dig up his ancestor's grave?