Tomb Raider【Filling My Heart with Unresolved Feelings】

The young man didn't hesitate. He grabbed the edge of the cave and crawled in, followed closely by the black bear.

Wu Xie, Bai Mumu and Fatty Wang also went up one after another.

When they climbed up to the level above the ceiling, they found that the light here was even dimmer, as if it was shrouded in a thick darkness and they could hardly see their hands in front of them.

After they took a few breaths, they felt a burning pain in their hearts. It felt like a ball of fire was burning in their chests, and the burning pain made it almost impossible for them to breathe.

Wu Xie covered his chest and coughed violently. The cough was particularly loud in this small space. He even coughed out tears: "This gas is poisonous!" There was a hint of fear in his voice, and everyone else also realized the seriousness of the problem.

Several people hurriedly searched for the antidote pills in the space. After finding the pills, they quickly stuffed them into their mouths and put on their gas masks as quickly as possible. The "click" sound was particularly crisp in this tense atmosphere. After putting on the gas masks, they felt that the deadly burning sensation was slightly relieved, and the pain in their hearts was also relieved.

After they recovered a little, they began to look around the new space. The height of the compartment was very low, only about 1.45 meters, so they had to bend over to move.

They walked in the direction of the sound, each step difficult.

As they walked, they found that there were many people lying crowded together inside. Those people were lying on the ground in all directions, like rag dolls that had been discarded at random.

Most of these people were no longer breathing. Their faces were as pale as paper, their lips were blue and purple, their bodies were stiff, and they exuded the smell of death. Only a few people were still alive, but they were just barely surviving. Their eyes were empty and lifeless, and their bodies were so weak that they could hardly move. They looked like they were about to die.

The few people ignored those who asked for help, not because they were cold-blooded, but because they were in a difficult situation and had no ability to help others. They bent over, scanning the crowded corpses like a scanner, looking for the figure of Huo Xiangu.

Wu Xie frowned, his heart filled with worry: "Mrs. Huo, please don't be among these dead bodies."

Fatty Wang muttered to the side: "This scene is too tragic, just like a scene from hell. These people must have been poisoned by the gas or harmed by some mechanism. It was not easy to find them in the end. This ancient building is simply a death trap. There is a pit at every step. If you are not careful, you will lose your life."

Hei Xia Zi didn't care whether people were miserable or not. His eyes quickly swept over the pile of corpses. Suddenly, he seemed to have discovered something. His eyes lit up. Then he quickly squatted down and pulled out a familiar piece of clothes from the hand of a corpse.

"Over here!" Hei Xia Zi shouted in a low voice. Although his voice was very low, in this quiet environment where only faint moans could be heard, it was like a flash of lightning across the night sky, and it was exceptionally clear.

Everyone immediately gathered around and began to search for Huo Xiangu around the corpse. Soon, they found Huo Xiangu who had already died.

She lay there quietly, her face pale, and the face that was once full of majesty and wisdom was now lifeless.

Several people pushed aside the corpses beside them and carefully pulled out Huo Xiangu.

Wu Xie reached out his hand to feel for Huo Xiangu's breath. In fact, he had a bad feeling when he saw her for the first time. But when he really confirmed that she was really dead, he couldn't help but sighed: "We are still a step too late. She is already dead."

Bai Mumu also sighed and said, "Maybe this is God's will. People will eventually pay the price for their greed. If Mrs. Huo hadn't been so obsessed with immortality in the second half of her life, she might not have ended up like this. She has been pursuing that illusory goal all her life, but she didn't expect to be harmed by it in the end. But it will be hard for Sister Xiuxiu in the future. She relies on Mrs. Huo so much. I really don't know if she can bear this blow."

When Wu Xie heard Bai Mumu's words, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, "Yeah, that girl Xiuxiu... Alas - now that Mrs. Huo is gone, it may be as if the sky has fallen for her. Let's take Mrs. Huo out and let her rest in peace. It can also be regarded as an explanation to Xiuxiu."

The young man nodded slightly, carried Huo Xiangu's body on his back without saying a word, and prepared to continue looking for an exit.

At this moment, the air around seemed to be even heavier. The faint moans occasionally emitted by the few living people sounded like ghosts crying in this dim space, echoing in everyone's ears and seeming particularly miserable.

Unfortunately, they are not kind-hearted people, and now they are struggling on the brink of life and death, and they really do not have the ability to take so many burdens with them.

The possibility of returning by the original route was not great, so they decided to climb to the top level.

They firmly believed that the young man would not deceive them and believed that there must be other exits on this last floor.

In that narrow and low space, their climbing path was full of difficulties and obstacles. The walls around them were extremely slippery, as if there was something sticky attached to them, making it difficult for their hands and feet to find a stable support point, and they would slip down if they were not careful.

The young man carried Huo Xiangu's body on his back, and his movements were still as agile as a leopard. He seemed to have an innate familiarity with the structure of this ancient building, and he could always cleverly find support in places where there seemed to be no leverage, and move steadily upwards.

Wu Xie followed closely behind him. Under the gas mask, his forehead was covered with sweat beads, which gathered into a stream and slowly slid down his cheeks. He wiped it with his hands from time to time, fearing that the sweat would blur his vision. He also tucked the weapon in his armpit tightly, fearing that it would fall.

Bai Mumu felt her physical strength was rapidly depleting during the climb. If it weren't for the wood energy in her body that was constantly running, she would have collapsed to the ground and been unable to move after a whole day of continuous high-intensity exercise.

She clenched her teeth and counted silently in her mind to encourage herself.

She knew clearly that once she stopped, she might no longer have the perseverance to move forward.

After an unknown amount of difficult climbing, they finally saw a glimmer of hope.

A relatively open space appeared above their heads, with light coming in. Although the light was very weak, in their eyes, it was as bright as a beacon in the darkness.