Due to the limited equipment brought down, they couldn't even attempt to chisel the walls, so everyone could only look for mechanisms.
Since there was a way in, there must be a mechanism to get out.
The entire cave was almost explored inch by inch by them, but no mechanism was found.
"Damn!"
"Brother Gao..." The voice from the stone wall grew weaker, tinged with panic: "I feel like I can't breathe, save me... I don't want to die here, Brother Gao... Help..."
"Xiao Mo, calm down." Gan Lu reminded him: "We'll think of something, try to breathe less, hold on."
While Brother Gao and the others were brainstorming for solutions, Chuzheng looked up, surveying the 'paintings' carved into the stone walls, if they could be called paintings.
Since many were already blurred, Chuzheng could only see a rough outline.
This seemed like some kind of record...
Ancient people liked to record history in this manner, so it wasn't unusual.
Perhaps the Xia Yi Clan really did exist here.
