Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

"No, anchor, do you want to be so insidious?"

"It really doesn't leave anyone alive. Fortunately, our anchor is mighty!"

"The girl next door gave the anchor 5 rockets-as long as the anchor is okay now."

There was still awe of the tomb of the Wugui in his heart, and he knew that the road ahead must not be taken lightly.

The cold rut was entered at night to search for the grave, and now the sky outside has just turned white. The dawn has arrived quietly. After the live broadcast for so long, the audience has not decreased but increased, and the entire shark platform has also become cold rut.

It is estimated that time has passed for a long time, and I am a little worried about Lin Jia who is still outside in the old house. A girl who has spent the night in such a place will definitely not feel good.

Thinking of this, Hanzhe couldn't help speeding up his steps.

The place where he is now is still the cliff platform, not long after he has walked, what lies across in front of him is a suspension bridge and the abyss under the bridge.

It is the previous swamp suspension bridge!

Facing the cold rut of this suspension bridge, I can’t say that I have a good impression, not to mention how dangerous it is. It is frightening to walk on it. Just thinking that there is a mass grave under the suspension bridge and the methane rising up in the pit makes the rut. The scalp is numb.

However, there is only one way, and he must get through.

Taking a deep breath, the cold rut restored himself to a calm state. Although he successfully walked the suspension bridge last time, experience here may not be able to help him much.

He doesn't know when the updraft under the bridge will come and how turbulent it will come, but he knows that he has to face it with tactful spirit.

It is not just that the suspension bridge has a headache. The viewers in the live broadcast room once again saw this suspension bridge above the mass graves are even more frightened and reminded the suspension to be careful.

"Anchor, is the dead man suspension bridge ahead? You have to be careful!"

"Housekeeper Yang Wudi: Yes, Lao Han, you haven't slept all night, it's too dangerous to walk over now, or you can take a rest first, we will help you stare."

"Yeah, the anchor, there should be no danger here, you make the tone the loudest, and we will tell you the first time if there is a situation."

Looking at the concern from the audience in the live broadcast room, I was very moved.

But at the same time Hanzhe also knew that he did not rest, everyone in the live broadcast room did not rest, and Lin Jia's situation was not clear. If there was an accident, he could not give himself an explanation.

Moreover, after all, this place is still within the scope of the tomb of the ghosts, and the crisis is also coming, and it will be unrealistic to count on the prompts in the live broadcast room at that time.

At the same time, Hanzhe is still very sensitive to his own state of knowledge. Although he is very tired, his physique is indeed much stronger than that of ordinary people, and he has not reached the critical point of danger.

Thinking about this, Hanzhe had to explain to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Thank you for your concern, but it is not suitable to stay here for a long time. If you really want to rest, you should find a good place to sleep peacefully after you go out."

"Moreover, I don't feel exhausted yet. I was able to come over before, and now I have the same confidence to pass."

After Hanzhe explained, the audience in the live broadcast room did not say much. After all, he was the only one who knew the state of the Hanzhe with the most accuracy.

Instead of adding pressure to the rut, it is better to pray for him silently.

As soon as the live broadcast room calmed down, Hanzhe was also ready to cross the bridge, and his shoes and socks were taken off by him.

After doing this, Han took out the backpack from the system space, and then took out the kettle from the backpack.

In the past, when crossing the bridge, the soles of both feet were wetted with water, so that friction can be minimized when crossing the suspension bridge, and the white phosphorus moistened with water will also reduce the possibility of ignition.

Shaking the kettle, Hanzhe knew that there was not much water left in the kettle, his lips were very dry, and his throat began to ache, but he resisted the urge to drink water.

He must first ensure that he can cross the bridge safely, and the rest will have to wait until he has crossed the bridge.

Thinking of this, he unscrewed the lid of the kettle and carefully made out water to wet the feet, for fear of wasting a little precious water.

When the insteps of both feet were almost wet, Hanzhe was delighted to find that there was a little water left in the kettle, and apart from anything else, Hanzhe drank the water in the kettle.

After a mouthful of water, the feeling of dry mouth and tongue almost disappeared, and the pain in the throat was relieved a lot, and even the spirit was shocked.

The preparations were almost done, and Hanzhe knew that it was time to cross the bridge.

Now the feet of the cold rut have been completely wetted by water, and stepping on the specially processed white phosphorus is like walking on ice.

Sooner or later, the water on his feet will dry up. While keeping an eye on whether there is an updraft, Hanzhe tries his best to walk through the suspension bridge as quickly as possible. Now there is no biogas sprayed up. This is a godsend opportunity and he must not miss it. .

It’s just that, although this suspension bridge has a lot less risk of burning, it’s not so smooth and easy to walk. Every time you take a cold rut, you have to hold the trembling steel chains to stabilize your body.

But now is not the time to complain, Hanzhe knows that he must not be anxious, and if he takes a wrong step, he will lose everything.

However, the length of the suspension bridge is limited. After a while, the end of the suspension bridge can be seen.

Thinking of getting rid of this swamp suspension bridge mass grave, I felt excited in my heart, and the steps under my feet sped up unknowingly.

boom!

As the saying goes, happiness is extremely sad. I didn't expect this saying to be reflected in him. He was about to reach the end of the suspension bridge, but he fell into an unstable body.

This fall didn't matter, but the place where the cold rut fell was what was terribly fatal. It was leaning against the junction of the suspension bridge and the tunnel at the other end, and the foot surface was stained with water, and the cold rut slipped out of the bridge for a while.

Below, but the abyss!

Seeing that the cold rut was about to fall from the suspension bridge, the hearts of the audience in the live broadcast room were ashamed, and the barrage of the live broadcast room was layered.

"Housing manager Yang Wudi: Old Han!"

"The anchor is dying! My God! Youkai!"

"Damn this suspension bridge is really poisonous!"

In the extreme danger of form, the cold rut promptly took out the Zhan Lu Jian from the system space, and tried his best to insert the sword blade into the board of the suspension bridge.

Most of Hanzhe's body has slid out of the suspension bridge, holding Zhan Lujian tightly with both hands, hanging on the side of the suspension bridge, life hanging by a thread!

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