Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

This scene stunned everyone in the live broadcast room, including the cold rut, and no one reacted. Hanzhe's eyes widened, and there was no sound from his throat.

And in the next second, the three blood corpses had already rushed towards the cold rut from the three corners of the secret room.

"Fuck, f*ck!"

In an instant, Hanzhe felt that the roots of his hair were standing up, where he dared to stay here, turning around and rushing out without saying a word. But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly remembered that the closed door had been sealed and his way out was gone.

"Crap! There is no way out!"

Realizing this, Hanzhe's whole heart is cold. At the same time, the audience in the live broadcast room saw that the three blood corpses had come to the cold rut, and they were about to pounce on them.

"Anchor! Come back soon!"

"Blood corpses are coming up! It's not saved!"

"Fuck! Anchor, you are dead and dead this time!"

For a while, aware of the distance of the blood corpse, the audience in the live broadcast room could not bear it, and the audience suddenly launched a barrage frantically.

At this moment, Hanzhe didn't even need to look at the reminders of the audience to know, because he had already smelled the rotten smell in the air.

Turning around abruptly, Hanzhe immediately saw that one of the blood corpses had reached him one meter, and the pair of paws covered with plasma was about to pinch his neck.

"F*ck!"

Seeing this scene, Hanzhe didn't know where his strength came from, and his body suddenly dwarfed, avoiding the palm of the blood corpse, exerting force under his feet, and his body rushed out suddenly.

In an instant, the cold body jumped out from under the shoulders of the blood corpse and directly rushed out four or five meters.

At the same time, the three blood corpses lost their shameless target in the next moment, and all three corpses slammed into the stone gate arbitrarily.

Quack!

In an instant, there was a strong vibration from the stone gate, and the violent vibration even caused the floor of the secret room to jump.

From this blow, you can see the strength of these blood corpses, and they look like bulls.

And seeing this scene, Hanzhe felt even more anxious.

"What to do? It's dead!"

Now that the blood corpse is out, the secret room is completely sealed. This is tantamount to locking him with these three monsters, no matter where he escapes, the blood corpse will catch up to kill him.

It's dead now.

Thinking of this, Hanzhe's mood became more and more irritable, and even a sense of despair of waiting for death in the same place. What is strange is that after he squatted on the ground in the center of the secret room for a few seconds, he suddenly discovered that the three blood corpses had not rushed towards him.

As a result, Hanzhe hurriedly looked up, but the scene immediately before him made Hanzhe stunned on the spot.

I saw that the three blood corpses seemed to have lost their targets, all wandering at the door, seemingly unable to find him.

"This is... the eyes!"

Seeing this scene, the cold rut suddenly flashed, recalling the situation encountered in Fengmen Village. It seems that the blood corpse, like the rice dumplings there, has no vision.

Thinking of this, Hanzhe let go of his heart a little. He should have thought of it, the eyes of the blood corpse had long been rotten, and he couldn't even notice him. As long as he doesn't make too much noise, the blood corpse can't attack him.

Thinking of this, Hanzhe suppressed the thought of running away, and then just squatted on the spot, waiting patiently. At the same time, this scene also stunned the audience in the live broadcast room.

Looking through their eyes, they could see that the cold rut was still in the center of the secret room, and the three blood corpses had been wandering at the door of the secret room. The scene seemed very tense, and the silence in the live broadcast room was as terrible as the secret room.

In the end, after a few minutes, the audience in the live room couldn't help it anymore.

"Anchor! Find a way to leave!"

"That's right! Anchor, it's no way to sit still like this!"

"What do you guys think? Can the anchor move now?!"

Hanzhe didn't want to leave here, but he knew very well in his heart that as long as he took a step, the sound of footsteps would attract the attention of the blood corpse. Let alone split the stone gate now, it is estimated that he might be eaten by blood corpses as soon as he arrives at the door.

But what the audience said was right, and continuing to sit and wait for death is not an option. The blood corpse will find him sooner or later, and there will be a dead end.

Wait... not right!

As the saying goes, the leaks in the house happen to rain every night. When he was in the cold and anxious, he suddenly felt a burning sensation in his lungs, and at the same time breathing became very difficult, as if he had altitude sickness and lack of oxygen.

Wait...this is not like hypoxia, this is hypoxia!

Hanzhe suddenly remembered that the air-closed door of the secret room was closed, and the air extraction hole had already started to operate. Five minutes have passed now, which means that most of the air in the secret room has now been pumped away.

Now, here is very close to the semi-vacuum pattern. The air was decreasing sharply, and his breathing naturally became difficult.

This discovery suddenly accelerated Hanzhe's heartbeat. Because he suddenly realized that if he continued to sit and wait to die, even if the blood corpse did not find him, he would definitely suffocate to death.

The air is greatly decreasing, and at this rate, he will go into shock for at most three minutes. Next, the gods could not save him.

Thinking of this, Hanzhe quickly took out the miniature oxygen cylinder from his backpack, biting in his mouth and breathing for a while.

Freshly lifted into the lungs, calming down the chilling thoughts a little bit. But this can't alleviate much, and the key issue has not been resolved.

How much oxygen can be in the oxygen cylinder?

On the way back, he had already used part of it in order to avoid ammonia. Now the remaining oxygen in it can only support him for another 20 minutes.

When the oxygen runs out, he will still be dead.

At this moment, the audience in the live broadcast room seemed to be in a desperate situation. Everyone thought that the cold track could no longer be rescued, and there was even a wailing sound in the live broadcast room.

"Crap! The anchor is using an oxygen cylinder! This TM is a closed door to evacuate the air in the secret room. The anchor can't breathe now!"

"It's miserable! The anchor is dead now! The oxygen cylinder will definitely run out! The anchor will still be dead by then!"

"The room manager Yang Wudi presented the anchor with 20 rockets! ——Lao Han, think of a way! Don't wait for death here!"

"What else can I do! The anchor has no chance!"

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