C84 (1/2)

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.